"World Item: Gate of Demons."
"Activating this item continuously summons demons capable of drowning an entire world. Unless the holder stops the summoning, it will not cease."
"The summoned demons range from level 50 to level 90 and include every known type. The demons will obey the summoner's commands."
"Cooldown: 12 months."
A small door carved with demons quietly floated before the three of them. After reading its description, the same figure came to all their minds.
Calamity Demon: Ulbert.
As his companions, they knew he had always been searching for this World Item. He had even tried to create an item with the same abilities, but unfortunately, he had never succeeded.
"If Ulbert were here, he'd definitely be thrilled!"
"After all, this was the World Item he wanted most back then."
Herohero spoke with some emotion. From what he knew of their former companion, if Ulbert had gotten this item, he would probably already be chanting some cringe-worthy lines while jumping for joy.
But unfortunately, only he had returned online today. Ulbert had not come back. What a shame.
"Yeah. I was planning to give this item to Ulbert as a gift today, but unfortunately, he didn't log in."
Naiyuan sighed. Originally, he had thought that after Momonga and he invited Ulbert, perhaps Ulbert might return, so he had specifically searched for this World Item in hopes of giving him a surprise.
Looking at Herohero, who was examining the item, Naiyuan felt a little better. At least one companion had stayed behind to share this joy with him.
"Everyone has their own lives to deal with. It's normal that they didn't respond to us. Don't be sad, Naiyuan. At least Herohero came back in the end."
Momonga comforted him in a slightly subdued voice. He felt regret as well, but there was nothing he could do. The only consolation was that their companions had not completely abandoned them.
After talking with Naiyuan just now, he had already come to terms with it. Rather than miss the companions who had left, it was better to cherish what was before him.
Since the past could not be reclaimed, he would let the present remain forever at its best moment.
"Alright, there's one last item."
Momonga put away the small door in his hand, and a delicate staff appeared in his grasp.
The staff was small and entirely golden. At its center was an ornament resembling an eyeball, giving one the illusion that it was watching them.
"World Item: Staff of Millennium."
"It possesses the absolute power to alter. Anything struck by it will be subconsciously transformed and become absolutely loyal to its user. It can even briefly affect a World Boss's judgment."
"Passive: Nearby living creatures will have a higher affinity toward the holder."
"Cooldown after use: three months. The passive has no cooldown."
"This item's effect looks kind of familiar."
"It seems very similar to another World Item. What was that one called again?"
Herohero scratched his head and spoke in confusion. Having been offline for two and a half years, he had forgotten quite a few things.
"Downfall of Country and Castle, right? Their effects are pretty similar."
"Right, that's it. Looks like my memory has gotten worse again lately."
Hearing Naiyuan's words, Herohero suddenly realized. Then he began complaining about his recent work.
"At least you still remembered there was a similar World Item, Herohero. That's already impressive."
Naiyuan patted him and offered some comfort, while Momonga echoed his words.
"Still, these seven World Items are incredible. Naiyuan and Momonga, you two really worked hard."
After complaining for a while, Herohero spoke to the two of them with feeling.
Although the servers were about to shut down, being able to see several World Items at the end still filled him with emotion. He had once been crazily obsessed with such items too, but unfortunately, he had quit before he could persist. Today could be considered the fulfillment of his old wish.
He did not know how his two friends had persevered over the past two years, but he was deeply moved by their dedication. Especially when he received their messages, he had even felt dazed for a moment.
"Alright, since Herohero has finished looking, it's time for us to head to the Throne Room."
Naiyuan clapped his hands to draw their attention, then spoke solemnly.
The time on the system interface had reached forty minutes. The servers would shut down in another twenty minutes.
"The Throne Room, huh? I haven't been there in ages. The last time was several years ago. I can barely remember what it looked like."
Herohero tried to recall the appearance of the Throne Room, but his foggy mind made him feel miserable. Constant overtime and staying up late had erased most of the impressions from his memory.
"You'll know when we get there, Herohero."
Momonga raised the ring on his finger. In Nazarick, where teleportation was otherwise impossible, only those wearing rings could teleport.
"Fine. Thinking any further will only make my head hurt worse."
Herohero gave up thinking and spoke helplessly.
"Then let's go."
A flash of red light passed through the Arena, and the three of them vanished instantly.
On the Tenth Floor, three figures slowly emerged amid a flash of light.
A Dragonoid covered in black scales, a fearsome skeletal Undead, and a mass of pitch-black writhing slime.
The three stood before a great door. An Angel was carved on one side and a Demon on the other, creating an abrupt yet peculiar beauty.
"I remember Luci★Fer designed this door, right? It really suits his personality."
"His ID was the name of a Demon, yet his race was an Angel doll. It gives off such an inverted feeling."
"You two shouldn't underestimate this door. The Angels and Demons inside can come out and fight too!"
"Really? I always thought it was just an ordinary door."
"Of course it wasn't that simple. Just what you'd expect from Luci★Fer."
Momonga and Herohero stared at the door in surprise. They truly had not known that the Demons and Angels inside were real.
"Luci★Fer secretly told me this when we were chatting back then. But he said it was only a hidden Easter egg, since it seemed no one could ever make it this far."
Naiyuan answered. Suffering from an extreme case of guild pride, he could be said to know every member's little secrets inside and out.
"That's true. If anyone really made it this far, Nazarick would basically be at a moment of life or death."
"But that's impossible, right, my Guildmaster?"
"After all, the most dangerous moment Nazarick ever faced was when it was attacked as far as the Eighth Floor."
Herohero recalled. Even thousands of Players had only made it as far as the Eighth Floor at most. Reaching the Tenth Floor was basically impossible.
"Then welcome back here, Herohero."
Standing before the door, Naiyuan slowly pushed open the ancient gates and smiled at Herohero.
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