“Oh my, it seems I am the first to arrive.”
Under the watchful eyes of the group, a figure slowly approached.
A pleasant, girlish voice reached their ears as a stunningly beautiful young girl dressed in a magnificent gown appeared before the three.
This exquisite beauty was not human.
Although she looked similar on the surface, a closer look revealed pale, deathly skin and blood-red pupils.
Combined with the sharp fangs occasionally glimpsed behind her lips, there was no doubt that she was a vampire.
Shalltear Bloodfallen.
Her race was a True Vampire, a high-ranking member of the undead.
She possessed immense offensive power and terrifying sustainability, making her the strongest Floor Guardian in Nazarick in terms of direct combat.
She served as the Guardian of the first through third floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, acting as the first line of defense against invading players.
Because her creator was Peroroncino—the guild member who hailed eroge as the greatest art of humanity—her personality was, to put it mildly, extremely warped.
She was a collection of various perverse preferences and bizarre fetishes, including but not limited to necrophilia, tentacles, and extreme sadism.
The reason Shalltear would eventually become infatuated with Momonga was precisely because he satisfied one of those traits: her bone fetish.
“Now that Momonga isn’t the only one here, and Herohero and I are present as well, what choice will she make?” Nai Yuan wondered with a hint of curiosity.
Momonga appealed to her bone fetish, while Herohero fit her tentacle fetish.
As for himself, he didn’t seem to satisfy any of her strange quirks.
Would she rush toward Momonga like in the original story, or would she choose Herohero?
Or perhaps even him?
Nai Yuan sat on his dragon throne with his arms crossed, prepared to enjoy the show.
However, things defied his expectations.
Shalltear did not make any strange moves upon seeing the three of them.
She looked first at Momonga, then at Herohero and Nai Yuan, before bowing with perfect etiquette and moving to the side to stand quietly.
“It seems that because Herohero and I are here, she’s feeling a bit restrained!”
Nai Yuan quickly deduced the reason.
Putting himself aside, Herohero’s obsidian-black form carried a very heavy sense of pressure.
Shalltear likely had some thoughts, but ultimately decided to play it safe.
Still, with both a corpse and tentacles—two things that perfectly catered to her special fetishes—right in front of her, she was probably hesitating over which to choose.
Since she hadn’t made a move yet, Shalltear was likely taking the time to carefully consider which Supreme Being to set her sights on.
“As a Dragonoid, I shouldn’t fit her preferences.
That’s for the best; it sounds like it would be a huge hassle otherwise,” Nai Yuan thought with a sense of relief.
Shalltear was beautiful; Nai Yuan couldn’t deny that.
As an NPC created by Peroroncino, the representative of all things lewd, her appearance was the stuff of dreams for many.
Well, provided she didn’t activate Blood Frenzy.
But having finally transmigrated to another world, Nai Yuan didn’t intend to lay a hand on Nazarick’s people.
After all, in his eyes, these were the children of his close friends.
If he fell in love with one of them, it would feel incredibly awkward.
Besides, there were plenty of beauties in the New World.
Having gone through the trouble of transmigrating, if he didn’t go out to roam, find a few girls, and slay a couple of Demon Kings, he’d be embarrassed to call himself a transmigrator.
…
“Oh?
You were here, Shorty?”
Standing to the side, Shalltear addressed Aura.
“I didn’t expect I wouldn’t be the first.
Sigh, and here I wanted to leave a good impression on my beloved Supreme Beings.”
“And why are you so messy?
What happened?
Did you get punished by the Supreme Beings for being incompetent?”
Shalltear mocked Aura while looking at her dirty, slightly torn clothes.
Although their creators were siblings, the two of them were quite the opposite; their relationship on the surface was not just bad, but downright terrible.
“Shut your mouth, you padder!” Aura retorted, curling her lip.
“You!
Hmph, at least I’m better off than you, Shorty.”
Shalltear blinked, but quickly regained her composure, though Aura’s words had clearly struck a nerve.
“I’m a Dark Elf, and you’re Undead.
I still have room to grow.
As for you…
tsk tsk, you’re a lost cause.”
Shalltear finally snapped.
Her aura began to flare uncontrollably.
“You little brat!”
“You fake-chested vampire!”
“Um, Big Sister…
Shalltear-sama…
please stop fighting.”
Shalltear and Aura stood face-to-face, descending into a fierce argument.
Mare, standing beside them, tried to intervene, but his efforts were completely ineffective.
…
“Is that the NPC Peroroncino created?” Herohero asked, sounding a bit uncertain as he watched the two argue.
“Yeah.
Only that guy could make a True Vampire look that good in her base form,” Nai Yuan explained to Herohero with a touch of admiration.
In the game, the appearance of a True Vampire was a far cry from the traditional image.
They actually leaned more toward looking like a type of fish rather than a bat.
That monstrous appearance…
how should one put it?
It was enough to make a person lose interest in romance instantly and give them nightmares for a week.
“How nostalgic.
Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama used to argue just like that,” Momonga remarked to Nai Yuan and Herohero.
Watching the two bicker reminded Momonga of the times when his comrades were still around.
He remembered how Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama shared that same “loving” sibling relationship.
“Yes.
It’s a pity we might never see them again,” Herohero said.
Being a Slime, Herohero had been quite close with Bukubukuchagama, who was also a Slime.
The thought that they might never meet again made him feel a bit heavy-hearted.
“Peroroncino…
I can still remember him recommending adult games to me, only to get caught and beaten up by Bukubukuchagama,” Nai Yuan recalled with a chuckle.
“The funniest part was that the heroine in the eroge he recommended to me was actually voiced by his sister, Bukubukuchagama, herself.”
“I remember that too,” Momonga said with a mischievous tone.
“I think he got lectured in real life as well.
He didn’t log in for several days after that.”
As Peroroncino’s friend, how could Momonga pass up the chance to kick him while he was down?
Back then, he had teased him mercilessly.
That was likely why Peroroncino had specifically designed his NPC to be a “Momonga-killer” later on—it definitely contained a bit of a personal vendetta.
“By the way, Momonga, why didn’t you call Pandora’s Actor over?” Nai Yuan suddenly shifted the topic, asking why Momonga hadn’t summoned his own creation.
“Pandora’s Actor?
I think he’s the level 100 Guardian of the Treasury.
He’s the one you created, right, Momonga?” Herohero asked after a moment of thought.
“Yeah.
Since Herohero and I have already summoned ours, yours is the only one missing,” Nai Yuan added.
He knew exactly why Momonga hadn’t called him.
With Pandora’s Actor’s personality, Momonga’s mental state would likely collapse if he showed up.
Momonga had subconsciously ignored his existence out of a desire for peace of mind, but Nai Yuan had now pulled back the curtain and brought the issue to light.
“Ahem…
well, Pandora has to guard the Treasury.
I didn’t notify him for the sake of security.”
“Oh, it looks like more Guardians have arrived.”
Momonga offered a quick explanation and then immediately diverted their attention.
He breathed a secret sigh of relief; thank goodness someone had arrived, or things would have gotten awkward.