Shalltear

"Oh my, it seems I am the first to arrive."

Under the gazes of the group, a figure slowly approached. A pleasant, girlish voice reached their ears, and a stunningly beautiful girl dressed in a gorgeous gown appeared before the three of them.

The breathtaking girl before them was not human. Although she looked similar on the surface, a closer observation revealed her pale skin and blood-red eyes. Coupled with the sharp fangs that occasionally peeked from her mouth, everything about her confirmed that she was a Vampire.

Shalltear Bloodfallen.

Her race was the highest tier among vampires, a Vampire Progenitor. She possessed immense attack power and terrifying stamina, and she was also the strongest Floor Guardian in Nazarick.

She was the guardian of the first to third floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and served as the first line of defense against any players invading Nazarick.

Because her creator was Peroroncino, a guild member who famously called eroge the greatest art of humanity, her personality could be described as extremely twisted.

She was a collection of various perversions, including but not limited to necrophilia, tentacles, and extreme sadism, along with other bizarre fetishes.

The reason Shalltear was infatuated with Momonga was precisely because he fit one of those interests: her love for corpses.

Now that not only Momonga is here, but also Herohero and myself, what kind of choice will she make? Naiyuan thought with a sense of anticipation.

Momonga fit her love for bones, and Herohero fit her love for tentacles, while he himself didn't seem to have any strange fetishes.

Would she rush toward Momonga like in the original story, or would she choose Herohero, or perhaps choose me?

Naiyuan sat on the dragon throne with his arms crossed, ready to watch the show.

But things went beyond his expectations.

Upon seeing the three of them, Shalltear did not display any strange behavior. She first looked at Momonga, then glanced at Herohero and Naiyuan, before performing a proper, respectful bow and walking to the side to stand quietly.

It seems that because of Herohero and me, she's a bit held back!

Naiyuan quickly found the reason. Not to mention himself, the oppressive feeling given off by Herohero's pitch-black figure was still quite strong. She probably had some thoughts, but ultimately gave up.

However, with both a corpse and a tentacle-being—two things that catered to Shalltear's special fetishes—right in front of her, she was likely hesitating over which one to choose.

Having not yet made a move, Shalltear was probably taking the time to carefully consider which Supreme Being to choose.

It's a good thing that as a Dragonoid, I don't fit her preferences, otherwise, this would feel like a real hassle, Naiyuan thought, feeling a bit relieved.

Shalltear was beautiful; Naiyuan couldn't deny that. As an NPC created by Peroroncino, the embodiment of lust, her appearance could be described as the dream lover of many—well, provided she didn't activate Blood Frenzy.

But having transmigrated to another world, Naiyuan had no intention of making a move on the people of the Great Tomb. After all, in his eyes, they were the children of his close friends. If he were to fall in love with one of them, it would just feel weird.

Besides, there were plenty of beauties in this other world. Since he had finally transmigrated, if he didn't go out to roam a few times, find a couple of girls, and slay a few Demon Kings, he would be too embarrassed to call himself a transmigrator.

"Eh, shorty, so you were here."

Standing to the side, Shalltear spoke to Aura beside her.

"I didn't expect that I wouldn't be first? Sigh, and I really wanted to leave a good impression on my beloved Supreme Beings."

"And why are you injured? What, did you get punished by the Supreme Being because you were incompetent?"

Shalltear looked at Aura's somewhat dirty and tattered clothes, mocking her.

Although their creators were siblings, their relationship was the exact opposite; on the surface, they didn't get along at all. In fact, it was quite bad.

"Shut up, you fake-chest!"

Aura pursed her lips and retorted.

"You! Hmph, at least I'm better than you, you little shrimp."

Shalltear froze for a moment before returning to normal, though the other's words had managed to get under her skin.

"I'm a Dark Elf, you're an Undead. I still have room to grow, but you... tsk tsk, there's no hope for you."

Shalltear couldn't hold it in any longer, and her aura began to radiate involuntarily from her entire body.

"Little shrimp!"

"You fake-chest!"

"Um, Big Sister and Lady Shalltear, please don't fight."

Shalltear and Aura stood face-to-face, launching into a heated argument. Mare, standing to the side, tried to intervene, but it had absolutely no effect.

"Is that the NPC created by Peroroncino?"

Herohero watched the two arguing and asked, sounding somewhat uncertain.

"That's right. Only that guy could make Shalltear, who is a vampire, look this good in her original form."

Naiyuan explained to Herohero with a hint of admiration.

You have to understand that the vampires in the game were vastly different from the traditional concept of a vampire. The vampires in the game actually leaned more toward a fish-like appearance rather than a bat.

How should one describe that look? It was enough to make someone lose their love life instantly and have nightmares at night.

"It's so nostalgic. Back then, Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama used to argue just like this."

Momonga remarked to Naiyuan and Herohero with a sense of sentimentality.

Watching the two of them bicker reminded Momonga of the days when his companions were still around. He remembered how Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama used to be just as affectionate with each other.

"Yeah, it's a shame we'll probably never see them again."

Herohero said to the two of them.

As a Slime himself, Herohero had a very good relationship with Bukubukuchagama, who was also a Slime, so he felt a pang of sadness in his heart when mentioning that they would never meet again.

"Peroroncino, I can still recall the way he recommended that butter to me back then, even though he ended up getting beaten up by Bukubukuchagama for it."

"The funniest part was that the heroine in the butter Peroroncino recommended to me was apparently voiced by his own sister, Bukubukuchagama."

Naiyuan said to the two of them with a chuckle.

"Now that you mention it, I remember that too. Peroroncino seemed to have been taught a lesson in reality as well; he didn't log on for several days afterward."

Momonga added with a mischievous smirk.

As a close friend of Peroroncino, how could Momonga pass up such an opportunity to kick a man while he was down?

He had mocked him mercilessly back then.

This was also the reason why, when Peroroncino was creating his NPC later on, he specifically designed them to be a counter to Momonga—there was a bit of personal vendetta mixed in there.

"Speaking of which, Momonga, why didn't you call Pandora over as well?"

Naiyuan, who was chatting with Momonga, shifted the topic and asked why he hadn't summoned the NPC he had created.

"Pandora? I remember he's the level 100 Guardian of the Mausoleum, right? The guy you created, Momonga."

Herohero thought for a moment and said to Momonga.

"Right, after all, we notified the NPCs created by both me and Herohero, but yours wasn't notified."

Naiyuan raised another question. He certainly knew why Momonga hadn't called him—given Pandora's personality, Momonga would likely have a mental breakdown if he were brought over. So, with the mindset of "out of sight, out of mind," Momonga had subconsciously ignored his existence. However, Naiyuan had pulled back that veil, exposing the issue to the light.

"Ahem, Pandora has to guard the Mausoleum after all, so for the sake of security, I didn't notify him."

"Oh, it looks like more Guardians have arrived."

Momonga offered an explanation and immediately diverted their attention. At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was a good thing someone had arrived; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if they had kept talking about it.