Watching Albedo, Sebas, and the other NPCs depart, Momonga finally spoke once the doors had closed.
“Have we…
actually transmigrated?”
Even now, a sense of unreality clung to him.
After all, he had just been playing a game.
He had never heard of someone being whisked away like this; wasn’t it usually a truck that sent people to another world?
Why was his experience so different?
“Isn’t it obvious?
Everything that has happened so far indicates that we’re no longer just playing a game,” Naiyuan said, shrugging his shoulders.
“True.
Based on the games and novels I’ve read, this is almost certainly a real transmigration.”
Herohero’s body rippled and writhed, eventually shifting from a blob into a humanoid slime creature that stood before them.
“The fact that I can even shapeshift like this makes me believe it’s the truth.
In the game, I couldn’t control my body’s morphology so freely,” Herohero remarked, looking down at his hands, which were composed entirely of slime.
“Not bad.
This form is much easier on the eyes, Little Hero,” Naiyuan said, giving him a thumbs-up.
The current form was indeed more approachable than a giant blob of sludge.
“Well, you two were constantly looking down at me.
It felt awkward.
This form makes it easier to communicate,” Herohero explained.
His original size hadn’t mattered much in the game, but in reality, it was a bit embarrassing.
When the three of them had surrounded Albedo earlier, he had only reached her mid-thigh.
It was a very awkward height.
“It’s still hard to believe.
Those novels are just…”
“Just fiction written by people, right?” Naiyuan interrupted Momonga.
“But the facts are right in front of us.
This sense of touch, the sound of our voices, and most importantly…”
Naiyuan placed a hand on both Momonga and Herohero.
“Can you feel it?
The sensation of mana surging through your bodies?”
“That turbulent, river-like mana flowing within us is the best proof we have.”
At those words, Momonga fell silent.
Herohero looked at his own body and drifted into deep thought.
The internal changes, the shift in their voices, the transformation of the NPCs—all these variables pointed to a single fact: they had truly transmigrated.
Incredible as it felt, Momonga finally accepted the reality under Naiyuan’s guidance.
“I’m glad you’re both here—Naiyuan, Herohero.
If I were alone, I wouldn’t have known what to do,” Momonga said, his voice filled with gratitude as he calmed his emotions.
To be able to calm down so quickly, analyze the situation, and find the root cause in an instant was not something just anyone could do.
*It’s a relief I didn’t transmigrate alone.
I guess this is the benefit of having comrades,* Momonga thought, looking at the two with sentiment.
Seeing that Momonga had been sufficiently guided, Naiyuan continued his analysis.
“Since we know we’ve really transmigrated, there is one paramount issue looming over us.”
“What is it?” Momonga asked curiously.
“It’s the NPCs, isn’t it?” Herohero interjected.
“Exactly.
Judging by the behavior of Albedo, Sebas, and the others just now, they possess intelligence no different from ordinary people.
That is exactly what worries me.”
“Are you afraid their loyalty can’t be guaranteed?
That is indeed a major problem.
Even if NPCs can’t use Super-tier magic, their raw strength is not weak at all.
Some would be a handful even for me,” Momonga replied, his mind snapping into focus.
The fog of confusion from the transmigration cleared as he entered a state of strategic thinking.
If the NPCs truly rebelled, he had to calculate whether the three of them could withstand the assault.
“And there’s another issue,” Herohero added.
“We can feel the vast mana within us, but whether we can actually summon storms and command the elements like in the game is still a question.
In the game, we just clicked skills to cast magic.
It’s not guaranteed we can still cast them after transmigrating.”
“That’s an easy one to solve.
Let’s test it.
Feel the mana in your bodies and see if you can release a spell.
Of course, a 1st-tier spell should be enough.
This isn’t the place to test large-scale magic,” Naiyuan suggested.
He was also eager to see what magic felt like in reality and how it differed from the game.
“Then I’ll go first,” Momonga said.
[1st-tier Magic: Undead Flame]
Tapping into an internal instinct, Momonga spoke the words under his breath.
A tiny magic circle manifested over his skeletal white hand, and a small, azure spark appeared, floating quietly in his palm and burning steadily.
Momonga stared calmly at the flame, the two red points of light within his dark eye sockets flickering.
“It’s easier than I imagined.
It’s as if I only need to think about what I want to do, and various spells automatically come to mind for me to use.”
Momonga described the sensation to the other two.
It was much more convenient than the game interface; using magic felt like an extension of his will.
“Then let’s try it too.
Herohero, we can’t let Momonga have all the fun.”
[1st-tier Magic: Calamity Claw]
[1st-tier Magic: Corrosive Tentacle]
As the two felt for the magic within them, two magic circles instantly appeared.
A spectral dragon claw and a pitch-black tentacle emerged from their respective circles.
“Yeah, no problems here.
I can feel that I could trigger any spell at any time if I wished,” Naiyuan said after considering the magic circle before him.
“I’m fine as well.
It seems magic is still functional.
That leaves only one problem.”
“How should we handle the NPCs?
Should we kill them?
Between me, Momonga, and Naiyuan, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
Plus, Momonga still has those seven World-class items on him.”
“Even if we’re swarmed, we could activate the Heart of Fusion’s ability.
If the three of us fuse, it should be feasible to kill them all.”
Having finished the test, Herohero immediately brought the conversation back to the NPCs.
His mindset was that instead of guessing their intentions, it would be better to just wipe them out.
He began a rapid feasibility analysis of the plan.
“Uh, Herohero, isn’t that a bit extreme?
After all, some of these NPCs were created by us,” Momonga said, looking at Herohero in disbelief.
He and Naiyuan had both created NPCs, and Herohero had created one as well.
“Momonga is right.
We’ve only just arrived.
Diving straight into combat isn’t ideal.
We still know very little about this world.
Let’s judge the NPCs’ loyalty first.
Their strength will be very useful for exploring this new world,” Naiyuan added, trying to talk Herohero down.
The man’s thoughts were too dangerous.
While the plan had high feasibility—Naiyuan estimated an 80% success rate if they executed it—it was simply too insane.
When Naiyuan brought up the NPCs, he was just being logically cautious like a normal person.
Knowing the plot as he did, he didn’t want to start his transmigration by slaughtering his own subordinates.
“Well, if you both disagree, then forget it.
I only suggested it because I’m afraid they might threaten your lives.
So, Momonga, bring out the World-class items.
Each of us should equip at least two, just in case.
We finally made it to another world; I don’t want to die for no reason.”
Hearing their advice, Herohero abandoned his previous idea but insisted that they each equip two World-class items to ensure their safety.
“That’s fine.
With seven World-class items, we can take two each and have one left over.”
Momonga had no objection to Herohero’s caution; in fact, he wanted to applaud it.
The three of them were the most important thing.
They couldn’t overlook anything that might threaten them.
Having two World-class items each made him feel much more secure.
Looking at these two guys already discussing item distribution, Naiyuan sighed helplessly.
Both of them were so incredibly “cautious”—it made a “reckless” guy like him feel out of place.
“Naiyuan, come get your items.”
“Coming, coming.”
Hearing Herohero’s voice, Naiyuan quickly ran over.
World-class items…
they really were the best.