Eat Up, Momonga

Inside the Ninth Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

This was the resting area for guild members and high-level NPCs, featuring every imaginable amenity including conference rooms, beauty salons, cafeterias, bars, dance halls, and bathhouses.

Originally, someone had suggested that since it was a living space, they should make it the best it could be. They spent a massive amount of time crafting all sorts of different facilities, but in reality, they served no purpose. In the game, you were only given a small map; you couldn't actually enjoy any of it.

But the transmigration turned the impossible into reality. When Momonga and the others were transported here, they discovered that with the transmigration, these facilities had become real and were fully functional.

"Mmm, this is really good. Herohero, you should try this too."

"It is indeed good, but I think this piece tastes better."

"Your taste is so strange, Herohero."

"Can't help it, not when I'm a Slime now. My sense of taste can't compare to yours."

The Supreme Dining Hall, which had never been used since its construction, finally welcomed its first guests.

Three figures sat side-by-side at the dining table, with countless delicacies spread out before them. Two of them were rapidly demolishing everything on the table; they moved so fast that only blurs remained, and the food vanished from the maids' sight in an instant.

"Faster, hurry up, the plates are empty!"

The head maid NPC watched the scene, sweating slightly, and immediately urged the maids responsible for serving to speed up. If the speed of the service couldn't keep up with the speed at which the Supreme Beings were eating, then she would be a very incompetent maid.

"By the way, Momonga, why aren't you eating?"

"Yeah, look at this bowl of chicken soup, it's incredibly delicious. How about it, don't you want to try some?"

"Ahem, I'll pass. I'm not hungry."

Momonga looked at the food shoved in front of him, then at the two people who were eating while eyeing the rest of the food on the table. He felt so frustrated his teeth ached.

He knew their behavior was normal. After all, in the real world, for corporate slaves like them who left early, returned late, and worked overtime constantly, even a raw head of cabbage would taste delicious—let alone the gourmet food meticulously prepared by the chefs of Nazarick. The fact that they were still able to talk to him was already good enough.

But Momonga was still very annoyed.

He was an Undead; he couldn't eat!

This damned skeletal body—he couldn't eat, he couldn't drink. Anything he tried to swallow would immediately leak out from his ribcage.

Even if he used magic items to keep the food from falling out, as an Undead, he had no sense of taste. He had tried it before; there was nothing. Spicy, salty, it didn't matter—he couldn't feel a thing.

"Oh, right. I forgot that you can't eat, Momonga."

"Sorry about that, Momonga. I forgot you couldn't eat for a second."

Naiyuan and Herohero said this while continuing to eat.

I swear... Momonga was nearly choked by his own rising anger.

"Alright, alright, enough joking around. Here, take this."

Seeing that Momonga was about to blow a fuse, Naiyuan put an end to his teasing. He reached into a black void in the air, fumbled around for a moment, and tossed an object over to him.

At the same time, he waved his hand, signaling all the maids in the vicinity to withdraw.

"What is this?"

Looking at the white cube in front of him, Momonga glanced at Naiyuan with a puzzled expression.

"It's a microtransaction item called Disguise of the Undead. Its effect allows an Undead to masquerade as a human for three hours. It's a pretty useless piece of junk."

Naiyuan explained to Momonga. This was a minor item he had pulled back when he was burning money to get rare loot. Originally, he hadn't thought much of it, but considering he might transmigrate one day, he decided to keep it—after all, who knew when it might come in handy?

"Is this thing actually useful?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

Momonga looked at the item in front of him with some doubt, but Naiyuan's words made him stop overthinking it. He was right; it couldn't possibly get any worse than it already was.

Channeling his mana to activate the item, Momonga felt a strange sensation of being wrapped up, as if a thin film were completely covering his skeletal frame.

It feels a bit tight, Momonga thought to himself.

But as if it knew his thoughts, the film immediately adjusted, loosening up wherever it felt too restrictive.

Herohero: "Looks pretty good."

Naiyuan: "Seems like the money I spent wasn't wasted."

"This is..."

Hearing the comments from his companions, Momonga slowly opened his eyes—yes, his eyes.

As his eyelids parted, a familiar scene appeared before Momonga: the dining table, the food, and Naiyuan and Herohero standing to the side, critiquing him.

"A body... a real body."

Momonga stretched out his hands. They were no longer the familiar skeletal hands of a lich, but real arms covered in flesh and blood. He could even clearly see the veins protruding beneath his skin. Everything felt so real.

"Not bad, right? Come, take a look for yourself."

Naiyuan chuckled, then pulled Momonga up from his chair and walked quickly to a mirror placed nearby, letting him see his new appearance.

Reflected in the glass was not the skeletal Undead from before, but a young man with golden hair, looking to be about seventeen years old. His handsome face left Momonga stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but reach out to pinch his own cheek.

"Ouch."

A long-lost sensation made Momonga freeze once more. Pain—it was such a mundane feeling, yet he had the illusion that he hadn't experienced it in ages. It was a sensation that constantly reminded him that he was alive.

"Hahaha, this is truly amazing. I can feel it—I can feel everything coming back."

Momonga could no longer hold it in and burst into loud laughter.

The passive skill Forced Calm did not trigger. He was no longer the Undead Suzuki Satoru; he was Suzuki Satoru the human, so the Undead passive could no longer affect him.

"Momonga looks really excited. Well, that makes sense. After all, it's probably hard for him to accept suddenly becoming an Undead."

Herohero watched the figure laughing incessantly before him with a sigh. He understood very well why the other was so joyful.

"Even though we both transmigrated, the two of us are still technically alive, while this guy Momonga has become an Undead. Although you can't tell from the outside, I know he must be having a hard time, only being able to watch us enjoy things. After all, an Undead can't enjoy anything, and their emotions can't even fluctuate intensely."

Naiyuan watched Momonga dancing about in front of him, secretly activating a recording item while chatting with Herohero.

"Alright Momonga, if you're done being excited, come over and eat with us."

Seeing that Momonga had calmed down, Naiyuan pulled him back to the dining table.

"Right, eating. I'm going to eat my fill today."

"Hey, hey, slow down. Don't choke."

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!"

"No way, you actually choked? Drink some water, quick."

"Phew, I'm back from the dead."

"How can you still laugh? You almost became the first transmigrator to choke to death."

"Haha, I'm happy. I'm happy because I'm truly alive."

"Forget it, Naiyuan. This guy Momonga won't be able to settle down for a while."