Momonga's Excitement

(Just read this chapter casually; I don't even know what kind of mental state I was in when I wrote it.)

The First Floor of Nazarick.

As a teleportation magic circle shimmered into existence, the well-fed trio of Naiyuan appeared on the scene.

"Whew, that tasted great."

Momonga, having reverted to his Undead form, said with a hint of nostalgia. He had eaten quite a lot just now, even going so far as to use a digestion-acceleration spell just to keep going.

"You'd better take good care of that item. I only have that one; if you break it, I don't have a spare for you."

Naiyuan patted his stomach, which remained completely unchanged, and spoke lazily to Momonga. Perhaps it was due to his Dragonoid race, but after eating so much, he felt a strong urge to take a nap.

"Don't worry, its importance in my heart is now even above that of a World Item."

Momonga patted his ribcage and promised with a smile. He wasn't lying; the item's ranking in his heart had risen to the highest level.

Its importance was second only to Naiyuan and Herohero.

"That's good. By the way, what's up with you, Herohero? You've been moving at a snail's pace since a moment ago."

Naiyuan replied, then sensed that there was someone missing from his side. He looked back at the blob-like figure wriggling along behind them.

Having reverted to his original form rather than maintaining a human shape, Herohero was crawling along at a glacial pace.

It gave one the illusion that even a snail would be faster than him.

"Can't help it. I ate too much and don't want to move."

Herohero glanced at Naiyuan with great effort, speaking in a drowsy voice as if he were about to collapse at any second.

"Forget it. Sebas, have Solution come over and carry Herohero. This is too slow."

Naiyuan looked at the limp, huddled mass of Herohero and felt a bit helpless, then turned to Sebas, who had been following the three of them the entire time.

"As you command, Lord Naiyuan."

Sebas said respectfully, then immediately opened a communication channel to contact Solution. The speed of his action was so swift it was as if he had planned it all along, leaving Herohero a step too late to stop him.

"No... Naiyuan, you guy, why did you have to call Solution!!"

"Any random maid could have done this!!"

Seeing Sebas look at him with an innocent expression, Herohero abandoned his lazy demeanor. His Slime body leaped up, lunging onto Naiyuan's face and wrapping around his entire head.

A series of exasperated shouts flooded into Naiyuan's brain through the communication link, giving him a massive headache.

"Mmph! I... Mmph! Momonga... help..."

With his entire head enveloped by Herohero, Naiyuan frantically slapped at the Slime while looking toward Momonga, who was watching the spectacle from the sidelines, attempting to seek his help.

"Pfft, Naiyuan, you brought this on yourself. I can't help you. You know full well how complicated Herohero's feelings are toward Solution, yet you still went and called him over."

"How does that saying go? You reap what you sow!"

Momonga sent a message to Naiyuan via telepathy, his gloating tone echoing directly into Naiyuan's mind.

Seeing Momonga refuse to lift a finger, Naiyuan felt a bit helpless. It was fortunate that he was a Dragonoid; even without breathing, he could survive. Otherwise, anyone else treated this way would have suffocated long ago.

Even if they hadn't suffocated, they would have been corroded, as Herohero's race was the Ancient Jet-Black Slime, the oldest of all Slimes.

Only Naiyuan, who had maxed out all his resistances, could ignore such corrosion. Herohero also knew that the other would be fine, which was why he continued to mess around like this.

"Cough, cough, Herohero, aren't you being a bit too vicious? It was just a joke, wasn't it?"

After Herohero had vented for a while, he hopped off Naiyuan's head, which had been wrapped in slime.

Seeing the mucus on his body, Naiyuan felt a wave of nausea.

With a look of utter despair, Naiyuan shook his head, instantly sending droplets of slime flying in all directions. The floor was instantly corroded, leaving behind a large hole.

"Who told you to pull a prank? This is your punishment."

"Good grief. Next time, are you going to change my clothes into women's wear to give yourself a thrill?"

"If that's what you want, it's not impossible."

"I think that could work!!"

Hearing those words, Momonga, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, instantly jumped out. The red dots in his eye sockets flickered, and he looked at Naiyuan with a sense of excitement, causing Naiyuan—who had been arguing with Herohero—to suddenly feel a chill.

"Uh, Momonga, are you serious?"

Herohero also looked at Momonga with some trepidation. Originally, he and Naiyuan were just joking around; he hadn't expected Momonga's reaction to be so intense, to the point where even he felt a bit scared.

Just thinking about it made Herohero and Naiyuan feel nauseous. What kind of strange combination was this?

"Cough, cough. When it comes to women's wear, I was thinking of Magical Girls. I meant that we could create a real Magical Girl in the future."

Activating [Forceful Calm], Momonga instantly returned to a sage-like state and explained calmly to his two friends before him.

"Phew, so that's what it was. You scared me to death. I thought you had some strange hobby, Momonga."

"Indeed. I was genuinely startled by that desire of yours that was practically turning into a physical force. I didn't expect you, who looks so honest, to actually be into that."

Hearing Momonga's explanation, Naiyuan and Herohero exchanged glances, and both of them let out a sigh of relief.

Naiyuan, who had originally thought his friend had some strange fetish, had been scared half to death.

However, after hearing the other party's explanation and recalling the decades they had spent living together in his mind—during which he had never witnessed the other party engaging in any strange or peculiar habits—he stopped being suspicious.

"My apologies. It had been a long time since I thought of that, so I got a bit emotional."

"I am truly sorry for startling you both."

Momonga explained patiently to the two of them, while the two red dots in his eye sockets flickered, glancing toward Naiyuan.

In truth, he had actually been fantasizing about the other party wearing that kind of outfit, wrapped up in that manner.

The massive, imaginative scene in his mind had made Momonga somewhat excited, which was why he hadn't been able to help shouting out just now.

Perhaps this is what a thrill feels like. Ahem, it's a good thing I managed to gloss over it. If Naiyuan found out, he would definitely kill me.

Momonga thought with some uncertainty. At the same time, he looked at Naiyuan, who was currently chatting with Herohero, and swore to himself that he must never let the other party find out; otherwise, he would be finished.

Although his friend appeared kind and approachable, and enjoyed playing pranks and slacking off, if one were to truly anger him, it would absolutely lead to unpredictable consequences.

After all, he was the existence known by tens of thousands of players in the game as the "Calamity Dragon King."

Relying on his unique skills, that guy Naiyuan would launch a suicidal self-detonation at the slightest disagreement.

Momonga did not want to be blown to the sky by the other party's self-detonation one day.