“Herohero, what’s wrong?
You’ve been staring at that maid for a while now.”
“Golden hair…
her race seems to be a Slime.
Wait, don’t tell me she’s the NPC you created?”
Naiyuan looked at his friend with a hint of surprise.
To be honest, he had almost forgotten that this friend of his had also created an NPC.
“That’s right.
Solution—that is her name.
It is the name I personally bestowed upon her.
She is an NPC created perfectly according to my preferences.”
Herohero watched her figure slowly disappear before finally snapping back to reality, letting out an involuntary sigh.
His feelings toward this NPC were complicated.
In a strict sense, she could be considered his daughter, since everything about her had been granted by him.
However, her appearance and figure had been designed according to his personal tastes; she was exactly his favorite type.
Herohero didn’t know how he should face her.
Should he play the role of a father, a master, or perhaps…
a lover?
Earlier, he had proposed killing all the NPCs, but the moment he actually saw Solution, he realized he couldn’t go through with it.
“For us as we are now, time is meaningless.
You can take your time to think it over.”
Naiyuan patted his friend’s shoulder.
He didn’t have much to say on the matter; Herohero would have to figure it out himself.
At the same time, the image of the NPC he had created surfaced in Naiyuan’s own mind.
As both men’s moods turned somber, they completely failed to notice Momonga, who was frantically shooting them meaningful looks from the side.
“Lord Momonga, what would you have me do?”
Albedo’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Momonga, the burning love on her face becoming almost too much for him to bear.
Momonga was having an internal breakdown.
Why on earth had he changed her settings back then?
Now look at what happened—he had successfully backed himself into a corner.
Looking down at his own skeletal body, Momonga closed his eyes in despair.
He couldn’t do a thing.
“Albedo, go…
notify all the Guardians, except for the two special ones on the Fourth and Eighth Floors.
Tell them to drop whatever they are doing and gather at the Arena on the Sixth Floor.”
As a flash of green light flickered over him, Momonga regained his composure and spoke to Albedo with an air of majesty.
Although he had briefly tested the loyalty of Sebas and the others, that didn’t guarantee the other NPCs would be the same.
He still harbored doubts.
After careful consideration, he felt it was best to gather all the Floor Guardians together and test them all at once.
Currently, the three of them each possessed several World Items, and they still had their fusion trump card.
There was no longer a need to be so cautious with the NPCs.
If any dared to rebel, they would simply be eliminated—which would also serve as an excellent deterrent to the others.
“By your command, Lord Momonga.”
Albedo gave Momonga one last lingering, longing look before quickly departing.
The orders of a Supreme Being had to be executed immediately.
“Phew!”
The moment the doors closed, Momonga finally lost his strength and sat directly on the floor.
He had been speaking so cautiously, struggling to maintain a majestic front while trying to avoid her ‘death stare.’ The love in those eyes felt like it was about to pierce through him; it was terrifying.
If not for his passive Emotional Suppression and his skeletal exterior, he would have been exposed long ago.
“Tabula Smaragdina, I’m sorry.
I’ve defiled your work.” Momonga recalled how he had tampered with Albedo’s settings, sinking into deep self-reproach.
It was supposed to be a whim, a passing thought.
He never expected that he would actually cross over into another world.
A single sentence from the past had transformed into an overwhelming love in the blink of an eye, leaving him unable to breathe.
“Momonga, what’s wrong?
Why are you muttering Tabula’s name?”
Naiyuan and Herohero, finally back to their senses, looked up to see Momonga sitting on the floor, acting all mysterious and chanting about Tabula.
“Ah!
It’s…
it’s nothing!!”
Momonga jumped in surprise and stood up hurriedly.
He couldn’t tell them.
He absolutely could not tell them.
If they found out, he might as well be dead.
He’d be mocked.
He’d definitely be mocked.
Herohero and Naiyuan would never let him live it down.
As Momonga’s thoughts raced, his emotions hit a critical threshold.
A green light flared, and that familiar sense of suppression returned, forcing him back into ‘Sage Mode.’
“It is nothing.
I was merely a bit tense.
We should head to the Arena.
I’ve already had Albedo notify the Floor Guardians to assemble there,” Momonga said flatly in his suppressed state.
“Forceful Calm?”
Herohero and Naiyuan exchanged a glance.
They were no strangers to that green light; it was an Undead racial trait that served to soothe emotions.
In the game, it provided immunity to mind control.
It was similar in effect to Naiyuan’s Dragonoid trait, ‘Draconic Will,’ and Herohero’s trait, ‘Obsidian Heart.’ The only difference was that Naiyuan and Herohero could choose to toggle their passives, while Momonga could not.
After all, who ever heard of a short-tempered Undead mage?
With a flash of light, the three of them vanished, instantly teleporting to the Arena on the Sixth Floor.
The Sixth Floor was the largest level within Nazarick.
it contained various ecosystems such as plains, artificial lakes, and forests.
The Arena sat right at the center of the forest; it was where the guild members used to engage in PvP.
The ones responsible for managing the Sixth Floor were a pair of Dark Elf twins, a boy and a girl.
However, their appearances were completely opposite to their genders.
The one wearing boys’ clothes with a brash, lively, and outgoing personality was the older sister.
The one wearing a dress with a seemingly timid and cowardly personality was the younger brother.
The sister was named Aura, and the brother was named Mare.
Their creator was Bukubukuchagama, a Slime of a defense-specialized race.
The design of these siblings stemmed from her perverse sense of humor.
While they looked weak and easy to bully, they were the type to be ruthless in a real fight.
To put it another way, they were the kind of people who would break your legs while politely saying hello, performing the cruelest acts with the most timid voice.
“Lord Momonga, Lord Naiyuan, and Lord Herohero!
Welcome to my floor!”
As soon as their feet hit the ground, a lively voice reached their ears.
It was Aura.
She was currently leaping down from the Arena’s high stands, speaking to the three of them with a look of pure joy.
“Mare, hurry down!
Don’t keep the three Lords waiting!”
Looking up at the stands she had just jumped from, Aura shouted in a prodding tone.
“I can’t do it, Sister!”
A head peeked out from the edge—it was Mare.
He was currently looking down with a face full of fear.
“That’s a sign of great disrespect, Mare!
Even if you are my brother, I won’t forgive you for this!”
“I’m sorry!
I…
I’m coming down now!”
Mare squeezed his eyes shut in terror and took a leap.
With a puff of dust, he landed safely on the ground.
“Um, Lord Naiyuan, Lord Momonga, and Lord Herohero…
welcome to the Sixth Floor.”
Mare greeted the three in a weak voice, prompting Aura to give him a sharp punch from the side.
“Don’t be like that in front of the Supreme Beings, Mare!
Remember to be sincere!
Your voice is way too quiet!”
“But I already tried my best, Sister…”
“Sigh, you really are something else.”
Aura looked at her brother with a headache, but she couldn’t say much.
After all, this was the setting established by their creator, Lady Bukubukuchagama.
“My apologies, my Lords.
Mare’s personality is just like this.
Please do not take it to heart.”
Aura scolded Mare a bit more before bowing deeply to the three Supreme Beings.
Seeing his sister, Mare hurriedly followed suit and bowed.
“It’s fine.
I’m quite familiar with Bukubukuchagama’s settings.
She always did have a taste for these…
mischievous arrangements.”
Naiyuan was the first to laugh.
He walked slowly over to Mare and placed a hand on the boy’s head, speaking gently.
“Ooh!
Lord Naiyuan…”
Looking at Naiyuan, who was stroking his hair, Mare couldn’t help but blush and lower his head.
“Such a warm feeling…
Lord Naiyuan really is a gentle Supreme Being,” Mare thought to himself.