As the doors slowly swung open, a scene both familiar and foreign appeared before their eyes.
“It’s really been a long time, but this place looks just the same as it always did.”
Looking at the familiar yet somewhat distant hall, Herohero felt a surge of emotion.
This place could be said to hold the collection of Nazarick’s most glorious moments.
Several NPCs, whose names he could no longer clearly remember, stood on either side.
One of them, a succubus-like figure, he vaguely recalled was a creation of Tabula Smaragdina.
Forty-two banners representing the members were hung on both sides.
Among them, he saw Momonga’s, he saw Naiyuan’s, and he even saw his own mark.
“Yeah,” Naiyuan sighed in agreement.
“Look, that ruby—we used quite a few rare materials to fuse that together back then.
I remember we failed so many times, and the item we got in the end wasn’t even that powerful.
Tabula Smaragdina gave us a real earful for it.”
Momonga pointed to a ruby emitting a faint light on the ceiling ahead, introducing it to the two of them.
“And there are the materials from the first time we defeated a boss, the first weapons we forged ourselves, the first potions we obtained…
we couldn’t bear to use any of those things in the end.
They’re still sitting in the deepest part of the warehouse even now…”
Naiyuan also fell into memory, speaking with nostalgia.
“But in the end, everyone chose to leave.
Even though these were such beautiful memories for all of us, why did they just choose to leave without a word…”
By the end, Momonga couldn’t help but tremble.
His skeletal hands clenched, and he spoke with clear pain.
Sensing his emotions, Herohero lowered his head beside him.
After all, he had also left this place in that manner.
“Alright, at least we’re still here, aren’t we?”
“You have me and Herohero.
The two of us will stay with you.”
Naiyuan walked over to Momonga and patted his shoulder, speaking firmly.
“Naiyuan is right.
I won’t leave again this time.”
Herohero also wriggled over to their side, his pitch-black slime body fluctuating as he spoke solemnly.
“We will witness the end together,” Naiyuan said easily.
These words caused Momonga’s heart to tremble, and his previously sorrowful emotions were soothed.
“Should we find another game to play together later?
You, me, and Herohero—the three of us together,” Momonga said to the two of them, his tone slightly cautious.
“I’m fine with that.
Just as long as you remember to call me to come online every day,” Naiyuan laughed, raising his hands.
“As for me, though work is busy, I can still squeeze out some time.
As long as you don’t mind, Momonga, I’d be very happy to join you both.”
Herohero thought for a moment and spoke to Momonga with a smile.
“That’s wonderful!
When the time comes, we can adventure together, level up together, and build our own Nazarick all over again!”
Hearing their answers, Momonga spoke excitedly, even gesturing with his hands.
He looked genuinely happy.
“When that time comes, you continue being the Guild Master, I’ll continue being the hardcore grinder, and Herohero-san can just be the casual loafer,” Naiyuan said to the two of them with a great laugh.
Even if they didn’t transmigrate, having the three of them together like this would be a great experience.
“A fine idea.
Naiyuan seems quite enthusiastic as well.”
Herohero spoke in a cheerful tone.
He hadn’t experienced this kind of atmosphere in a long time.
It made him, who had become somewhat numb to things, almost unable to suppress his inner joy.
“Then it’s settled.
Tomorrow I’ll set up a group chat.
You have to come, Herohero.”
“Don’t worry, Momonga.
I’m a man of my word.”
“Since Hero-buddy said so, it’s basically a sure thing.”
“It’s one minute until midnight.
Goodnight, you two.
I hope you have a good sleep.”
“You too, Herohero.
Goodnight.”
“See you tomorrow, both of you.”
Momonga sat upon the throne in the center of the hall, with Herohero and Naiyuan standing quietly on either side.
As time slowly ticked away, Momonga began to scan his surroundings.
Everything from the past and all the memories were about to come to an end.
His gaze paused for a moment when it fell upon Albedo, who was positioned below the throne.
He had secretly changed her settings earlier and had almost been caught by Naiyuan.
Thinking back on it now, it really was a capricious thing to do.
Speaking of which, if the setting-maniac Tabula Smaragdina found out, he would surely be furious.
Momonga couldn’t help but let out a faint smile.
Whatever, it was the end anyway.
In a moment, everything would be gone.
Even if Tabula knew, he would probably choose to forgive him.
Taking one last look at the scene around him, Momonga watched the time displayed before him.
Ten seconds left.
11:59:50
11:59:51
….
11:59:59
00:00:01
02
03
04
Momonga slowly opened his eyes (if you could call the red points in his eye sockets that).
The familiar scene greeted his vision, leaving Momonga, who had expected the server to shut down, in a daze.
“Is there a delay in the server shutdown?”
Momonga looked at his body, which was still that of a skeleton, and thought with confusion.
“Eh?
Why wasn’t there a forced logout?”
Herohero was also looking at everything before him in confusion.
“It seems something unexpected has happened.
Hero-buddy, Momonga—none of the three of us have logged out.”
Naiyuan looked at the magnificent hall, smelled the unique fragrance in the air, and felt the incomparable, powerful strength flowing within his body.
His entire being couldn’t help but start to tremble.
A healthy body, powerful strength, and vast magical power—Naiyuan had never felt himself truly “alive” as he did today.
“Could it be a system malfunction?
But why can’t the control interface be opened anymore?”
Naiyuan suppressed his excited expression, instead putting on a look of confusion as he watched the other two.
Goodbye, my loans.
Goodbye, my tiny apartment.
I won’t miss you.
“Wait, Naiyuan, did your mouth just move?”
Momonga looked at Naiyuan in surprise.
One had to know that in the game, while characters made sound when speaking, their mouths didn’t move.
“Momonga, your voice has changed too.
And so has mine.”
Herohero spoke from the side, sounding incredulous.
Their original voices had changed, becoming more mature and steady.
“Wait, my voice!”
Momonga fell into shock as he heard his own voice.
His original voice had turned into one carrying a sense of majesty, giving off an aura of pressure.
As for Naiyuan, his voice had become carefree and magnetic, giving people a light, airy feeling that made them instinctively feel favorable toward him.
“I can feel it…
the strange sensation coming from within my body.
Naiyuan-san, Momonga-san, you should be able to feel it too.”
Herohero’s steady voice rang out.
He could now feel the strength constantly surging from within his body and the magic flowing through it.
“I feel it too.
It’s as if I’ve completely become a skeleton, able to feel everything perfectly.”
Momonga looked at his skeletal hands and spoke solemnly.
“GM communications and the chat function are unusable, and our bodies have all undergone changes.
In that case, there is only one possibility!”
“What did you think of, Naiyuan-san?” Herohero asked curiously.
“We have transmigrated.
And all three of us together,” Naiyuan said after appearing to give it deep thought.
“Uh, there really doesn’t seem to be any other explanation,” Herohero and Momonga said, looking at each other.
“Momonga-sama, Naiyuan-sama, and Herohero-sama…
has something happened?”
Just as the three were in their state of surprise, Albedo, who had been standing motionlessly to the side, walked up and inquired with concern.
“An NPC is taking the initiative to ask questions…
did the transmigration bring them all to life?”
Momonga and Herohero looked at Albedo’s behavior with disbelief, while Naiyuan also feigned a similar expression.
“What is wrong, my Lords?”
Having received no answer, Albedo repeated her inquiry.
Naiyuan, Momonga, and Herohero looked at one another.
The three of them looked at Albedo and walked down from the dais, stopping only when they were a step away from her.
They formed a circle, surrounding her in the center.
A faint fragrance drifted into their noses.
As a succubus, Albedo possessed a passive charm effect that could fascinate others.
Hearts skipped a beat.
How could three virgins who had never even touched a girl endure such stimulation?
Their hearts immediately began to flutter, but a glow lit up on all three of them simultaneously, forcibly suppressing the fluctuating emotions.
The Undead’s Forced Calm, the Dragonoid’s Dragon’s Will, and the Slime’s Dark Heart.
(Note: This was Albedo’s passive charm triggering the protagonists’ immunity to mental status abnormalities.
In the game, almost every race has similar skills.)
The three passives allowed them to return to normal, forcibly ending their lewd inner thoughts.
“Albedo, leave us for now.
The other NPCs as well,” Naiyuan said calmly.
Dragon’s Will had instantly put him into a “sage mode” of sorts.
(Note: The passives of the protagonist and Herohero can be turned off, whereas Momonga’s cannot.)
“As you command, Naiyuan-sama.”
Though she was still worried, she looked at Momonga, who stood there without objection, and said nothing more.
As the Overseer of the Guardians, it was her duty to obey the commands of the Supreme Beings.