Momonga

"Momonga, what's wrong?"

Accidents always happen so suddenly.

As the Momonga gazed at the stunningly beautiful succubus before him, who looked up and asked him a question, he felt utterly bewildered.

When did NPCs start having such vivid expressions?!

At the final shutdown time of the World Tree game, the last member of the [Ainz Ooal Gown] guild, the strongest Magic Chanter, the Ruler of Death Momonga, sat quietly in the Throne Hall on the Tenth Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, holding the guild's weapon.

Two crimson eyes emerged from the skull of the skeleton, gazing down the steps at the dozens of towering stone pillars, each bearing a banner—a testament to the indelible memories and achievements of the guild members.

"In the end, I'm all alone. This powerful guild was built up bit by bit by everyone, and now I'm all alone..."

Momonga released the guild weapon in his hand— Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

The staff floated automatically to one side, shimmering with a crimson-black light. Sometimes, the light would manifest a pained expression, like a human face, before collapsing and disappearing.

Faintly, one could hear cries of agony.

This is a staff about 2 meters long, wrapped with seven snakes, and in terms of sheer power, it is a powerful artifact that can rival World Item.

Each of the agonizingly struggling snakes held a different colored, divine-level precious jade in its mouth.

The handle is made of a material that resembles crystal, radiating a blue-white glow.

Looking at the magnificent staff that the guild members had specially crafted for him, Momonga's mind was filled with memories of the past.

To forge this staff, some members logged on despite being exhausted from working overtime, while others gave up holidays with their families.

All the memories were so beautiful, and when forty-nine people fought against a united guild of fifteen hundred and won, that beauty reached its peak!

"But in these final moments, how I wish we could stay together, even if it's just to say goodbye!"

Momonga leaned back against the back of the World Item [Throne of Kings], feeling dejected, and looked at Albedo, the Head Guardian was kneeling on one knee to the side.

This is a beautiful woman dressed in a pure white gown embroidered with gold thread. Her slightly smiling face is like that of a goddess, and her lustrous black hair, contrasting with the gown, falls gracefully down to her waist.

It has jet-black angel wings around its waist, and in the original concept, it was supposed to be created as the highest-ranking angel.

However, the creators, with a twisted sense of humor, portrayed him as a cold-blooded, cruel, cunning, and ruthless supreme demon who takes pleasure in bringing pain and death to his enemies.

She's also "a whore."

Driven by curiosity, Momonga examined Albedo's character settings, which were as lengthy as a thesis or research paper, making him feel like he was reading gibberish.

I scrolled straight to the bottom and stared at the word "bitch," and my heart sank.

"While one's personal fetishes shouldn't be criticized, he's still the highest-ranking NPC in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, so this kind of setting..."

After much deliberation, Ainz Momonga remembered his privilege as guild leader and changed Albedo's settings.

The "bitch" label has been crossed out and replaced with "deeply in love with Momonga."

After silently reading the last sentence on the settings page for a while, Momonga felt a surge of intense shame.

As a typical Corporate Slave, he never even dared to dream of being loved. His only solace was the bizarre and fantastical world of games where hard work could make him stronger.

Aside from essential living supplies, he invested all his wages into the game, especially [Ainz Ooal Gown], which represented a significant investment of his time and effort.

"Doing this shouldn't be seen as disrespecting our partners; it's just a minor adjustment."

"Yes, so that glory may belong to [Ainz Ooal Gown]."

Momonga, muttering to himself, withdrew his gaze from Albedo.

Throughout the entire process, there was not a trace of blasphemy in their gaze. All the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick were masterpieces created by our team members through their hard work.

To have any other thoughts would be to tarnish the beautiful memories you and your friends have shared.

"Time is almost up."

Momonga glanced at the time on the game panel; midnight was fast approaching. His gaze lingered on his friends' contact list, hoping that perhaps someone might suddenly decide to log on and check in at the last moment.

Time had already begun its countdown, Momonga felt an indescribable disappointment. He calmly watched the seconds tick by, and in the last second, he closed his eyes.

"What's going on?!"

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he was not in his usual doghouse, but in the magnificent, luxurious, and grand Throne Hall.

The three luxurious chandeliers hanging from the ceiling were made of seven-colored gemstones, shimmering with a dreamlike brilliance that made the Momonga momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Albedo's gentle call brought Momonga back to reality. He stared in surprise at the Head Guardian, who was casting a questioning and worried glance his way. The beautiful woman's vivid expression was a command that NPCs in the game could never give.

While NPCs in games possess a certain level of intelligence, it is limited to specific commands, uttering specific words, and displaying specific expressions—something that would never appear on a virtual character.

The Momonga didn't know what had happened, but the game interface that appeared no longer had the logout option.

The changing world made him wary, and the mindset of Corporate Slave took over his head. On one hand, he adopted a ruler's posture in front of NPCs to avoid being noticed by them, while on the other hand, he began to adapt.

It seems that Corporate Slave can adapt very quickly no matter where they are.

Momonga mocked himself inwardly, then, under the forced mental calm of the undead, began to approach the Great Tomb, which had already become a reality.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Takeyasu also arrived at the free city of the Katze Plains. After listening to the Combat Ninja's report in detail, he did not immediately head to the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Without deploying its main body, it's unrealistic to expect to destroy the Great Tomb.

With countless World Item and numerous level 100 NPCs, and considering that even a Kage- Kage Level Minako Uzumaki defeated the [Catastrophe Dragon Lord] who was less than level 100, the Great Tomb is undoubtedly an extremely tough nut to crack.

In addition, the opponent has the ability to self-destruct and prevent spatial teleportation; one wrong move and the prophecy of the Miko Kurenai could be repeated.

Uchiha Muan had no intention of dying alongside Ainz Ooal Gown.

So, should they establish diplomatic relations with Ainz Ooal Gown, or openly declare hostility?