Waiting

After a period of roughhousing, Momonga lowered his fists. A green glow lit up around him, and he instantly entered Sage Mode.

Herohero moved to the side.

[Create High-Tier Item]

As the magic circle appeared, three chairs materialized in the center of the Arena.

The chairs in the middle and on the left were pitch-black, their exteriors seemingly crafted from countless skulls, making them look eerie and terrifying. The one on the right, meanwhile, was primarily purple, with hooked spikes rising all over it, giving it a savage appearance.

Herohero nodded in satisfaction at the chairs he had created, then sat down in the chair on the right.

"The Floor Guardians should be here soon. You two should come sit down too."

Half-reclining in his chair, Herohero communicated with Naiyuan and Momonga.

"You really thought this through, Herohero. The design's not bad, but it'd be even better if you replaced the skulls with dragon heads."

Naiyuan got to his feet and brushed the dust off himself. Looking at the two chairs before him, he clicked his tongue, praising his friend's thoughtfulness before saying that he wanted a different design.

As a Dragonoid, he still preferred things related to dragons. Skulls were nice enough, but they were just lacking something.

"You're so troublesome. Make one yourself, or you'll complain that mine isn't good enough later."

Herohero complained to Naiyuan through communication, then waved his hand and shattered the chair on the left into Nihility.

"You lazy bastard. You can't even be bothered with something this simple? Herohero, you've really fallen."

Naiyuan strongly condemned the other man's obvious laziness before enthusiastically beginning his creation.

[Create High-Tier Item]

A black chair slowly emerged from the magic circle before Naiyuan, with ferocious dragon-head carvings on its armrests and backrest.

"Mm, not bad. This is what suits me."

Naiyuan nodded in satisfaction and sat down as well.

Meanwhile, Momonga praised Aura and Mare.

"Aura, you did very well. I also relied on a trick in that battle. The fact that you gave up ranged attacks and chose close combat exceeded my expectations. You are more outstanding than I imagined."

Momonga spoke in the manner of a leader. For him, once he had done it once, it became easier and easier. His Undead traits made playing the role completely effortless.

Momonga spoke to the two with authority, while Aura nodded repeatedly in acknowledgment, saying things like, "Yes, yes, thank you for your praise, my lord. I still need to work harder," while secretly glancing at Naiyuan sitting nearby.

Hearing her sister say this, Mare also became a parrot, constantly repeating her words.

Damn it, he actually destroyed the chair he created. Is he trying to provoke Father? How dare Herohero humiliate Father like this? Damn him.

Aura trembled as she looked in Naiyuan's direction, her dissatisfaction toward Herohero, a Supreme Being, growing bit by bit.

"Hmm? Aura, were you listening?"

A sudden question instantly snapped Aura awake. It was Momonga, looking at her in confusion. He had called her several times just now, but she had not responded, which he found strange.

Do the Floor Guardians not care at all? It seems I still can't let my guard down!

Momonga silently thought as he looked at the distracted Aura and Mare, then voiced his question.

"Ah! My apologies, Lord Momonga. I was reflecting on my shortcomings in the battle just now. Please forgive my rudeness."

After a brief moment of panic, Aura instantly recovered her composure and answered calmly.

"I see. It is good to reflect on the shortcomings that led to failure, Aura, so I forgive your rudeness."

Momonga thought for a moment before choosing to forgive her earlier rudeness. At the same time, he wondered if he had been overthinking things. He should trust the NPCs more.

"Hey, Momonga, come sit down!"

A voice interrupted Momonga's thoughts. It was Herohero, half-reclining in his chair and waving at him. Naiyuan beside him was doing the same.

"Then that will be all. Continue to work hard, for Nazarick's prosperity."

Momonga gave them a few final instructions before turning and walking toward Herohero. This feels so exhausting. Why can those two lie around while I have to work so hard?

Maybe I should just slack off too. It doesn't seem so bad.

Lying in the chair Herohero had created, Momonga could not help thinking.

I'm already Undead, so why am I still this tired? Forget it. I'm slacking off.

"Hey, Naiyuan, Herohero, can we discuss something?"

"Hmm? What is it? Don't tell me you're going back on your word and don't want to do it anymore?"

"Naiyuan, don't talk nonsense. Momonga is the Guildmaster. How could he possibly go back on something he promised? We can't think that way. It is an insult to Momonga's character, right, Momonga?"

Herohero strongly condemned Naiyuan, then turned to the stunned Momonga and said with a smile.

"Ah! Right, how could I possibly go back on my word? I was just wondering what the situation outside is like. After all, we were transported to a New World."

Momonga cried out in surprise before replying somewhat stiffly.

At the same time, he could not help feeling touched. Damn, is that really how they see me? What am I supposed to say to that?

Forget it, no more thinking. I'll do it. I refuse to believe a few Floor Guardians can stump me.

Damn it, bring it on.

Watching Momonga somehow work himself into a fighting spirit, Naiyuan and Herohero exchanged a glance.

"Plan successful!"

The two looked at each other knowingly. They were professionals at this sort of thing.

The moment they saw Momonga acting like that, Naiyuan and Herohero realized the severity of the problem.

Momonga wanted to slack off!

The two instantly understood what the other was thinking and exchanged a glance in silent coordination.

Through that self-directed little act, they had successfully stopped him from wanting to slack off and had even reignited his fighting spirit.

Naiyuan was happy, Herohero was happy, and Momonga was fired up.

It was truly a three-for-one victory.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how Sebas is doing. What exactly is the outside world like now?"

Somewhat bored, Naiyuan picked up Momonga's topic. Although he knew the outside world very well, he could not say so. He still had to pretend he knew nothing.

"If we were transported here, then anything is possible. Maybe the gods have descended, and demons are running rampant."

Herohero thought for a moment before answering.

In any case, before he figured out the situation outside, he had no intention of leaving. Only staying in Nazarick could put his mind at ease.

"There's no use guessing. I only hope our strength is enough for us to barely survive in this world."

Momonga sighed. His demands were not high. As long as they could survive, that was enough. At worst, they could stay in the Great Tomb for the rest of their lives. Nazarick was self-sufficient anyway, so staying for several centuries would not be a problem.

"Father, Herohero, Lord Momonga, the Floor Guardians have arrived."

Aura suddenly spoke from the side, drawing the three men's gazes toward the Arena entrance, where a figure was slowly approaching.