Makoto was unaware that a small drama had occurred on the First Stratum.
After a brief stroll, he prepared to head to the Second Floor.
“I didn’t realize it while playing the game, but walking through it, I see each floor is actually quite massive!”
With a low murmur, Makoto stepped onto the teleportation gate in the center of the plaza.
Arriving at the Second Floor, the [Eternal Day Arena], Gokusai Kaibi, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward to meet Makoto.
“Lord Amon, thank you for your hard work inspecting the First Stratum.”
“May I ask if you plan to continue your inspection on the Second Floor?
Please allow me to accompany you.”
“I shall introduce the specific details of this floor to you.”
After notifying all the Floor Guardians and showing off the ring on her finger, Gokusai Kaibi had quickly learned of Makoto’s movements.
Upon learning that the Supreme Being intended to inspect the floors, she urgently gathered specific intelligence from the other Guardians, excluding those of the First Stratum.
She prepared to act as a guide to introduce each floor to Makoto.
A man and a woman strolling together…
This was practically a date!
However, the enthusiastic young woman did not understand Makoto’s true nature.
Makoto was not a very patient person.
He often became passionate about a sudden idea, only to lose interest just as quickly due to his short attention span.
The establishment of the so-called “Secretary Rotation System” was mostly to ensure he wouldn’t suffer from aesthetic fatigue by “overindulging” once, causing him to lose interest in them.
Makoto had confidence in his willpower, but he knew that without this strategy, if those NPCs designed after 2D waifus tempted him even slightly, he definitely wouldn’t be able to resist.
He would probably start sleeping with all of them in less than a month, and then quickly enter a period of burnout.
After all, otaku change their “waifus” every three months; it’s human nature to love the new and tire of the old.
By implementing a random rotation, he could maintain his interest to the greatest extent possible.
Human excitement has a threshold.
If it’s surpassed too quickly, he felt he would eventually become bored.
As a being with eternal life, becoming bored was a very troublesome matter.
While he didn’t think he would become suicidal like some characters in anime or novels, he could foresee himself choosing to “hibernate” occasionally due to boredom.
Hmm…
speaking of which, there was no need for him to rush through his tour of Novas Aethel.
He needed to learn to slow down and find hobbies to pass the time…
Well, as a lecher and a foodie, appetite and lust should be able to span the vast majority of his life.
That’s why choosing a race like humans, who wouldn’t affect his desires, was truly important!
If he were like Ainz Ooal Gown, losing his sense of taste and becoming a “skeletal eunuch,” how much joy would he lose in life?
“No need for that today.
Let’s go to the Seventh Floor’s dining hall and get something to eat first.”
Seeing the surprised expression on the girl’s face—she even paused mid-step—Makoto let out a loud laugh.
“Haha—”
Makoto turned, stepped forward, and put his arm around Gokusai Kaibi’s shoulder, suddenly planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Come, let’s have a candlelight dinner!
I’m not sure what’s good in the dining hall, so make sure to give me some good recommendations.”
“Also, have you washed up?
If not, we can go soak in the hot springs together after we eat…”
…
The Seventh Floor, Makoto’s private kitchen.
Makoto and Gokusai Kaibi sat opposite each other.
The long silver table was covered with a tablecloth embroidered with intricate patterns.
In the center were simple bread, fruit, and a bottle of unknown brand champagne.
Petals constantly drifted down from the ceiling, but they dissolved into a fragrant mist upon contact with the two.
Two rows of candles burned steadily, yet showed no sign of being consumed.
Everything in the room, from the tables and chairs to the cutlery and napkins, was a magical item.
Constantly falling magic petals, eternal magic candles, chairs that enhanced comfort, self-cleaning tablecloths, and a long table that maintained the food’s temperature…
And this was just one of dozens of themed dining areas in the private kitchen.
He picked up a purple fruit that didn’t exist in the real world and popped it into his mouth.
The sweet, crisp texture combined with a long-lasting aftertaste made Makoto narrow his eyes in satisfaction.
Setting aside the cyberpunk world where fresh fruit was a high-end luxury only the elite could enjoy, the Makoto of his previous life had barely ever touched such things.
Even in his life before that, wouldn’t this stuff cost at least several thousand per pound?
After trying several other types of fruit, he looked at Gokusai Kaibi opposite him with a pleasant mood.
The girl was still in her classic outfit: a pink backless dress paired with exquisite jewelry.
Her slender, white hands slowly flipped through the menu, pondering what to order to make this date perfect.
Beyond happiness, the girl’s mood was actually filled with more trepidation; she just hadn’t shown it before.
But at this moment, the weight of anxiety in her heart grew increasingly heavy.
She decided to ignore it for now and obey the Lord’s command to “order.”
First, nothing with bones, thorns, or shells (like chicken wings, bone-in lamb chops, or whole fish), as they were difficult to eat gracefully.
Anything with too strong an odor (garlic, blue cheese, stinky tofu) was also out.
Fibrous vegetables that easily got stuck in teeth were definitely a no-go (like enoki mushrooms or celery).
For the main course, she chose a special filet mignon with truffle pasta, and finished with creme brulee for dessert.
After finalizing the dishes, she simply closed the menu and set it aside.
With a flash of magical light, the menu was sent directly to the head chef without needing to notify any staff.
“Listen up, boys!
The ones waiting for their meal are Guardian Lady Gokusai Kaibi and the Supreme Being of Novas Aethel, Lord Amon.
Nikolai!”
“Stay sharp!
You must produce your absolute masterpieces for their entertainment!”
“Now, everyone, get moving!”
“Ohhhhhhh—!”
Unlike the busy kitchen, while Gokusai Kaibi was a little stiff, Makoto appeared very relaxed.
After a few more bites of fruit, he opened the champagne and prepared to pour a glass for each of them.
To be honest, Makoto wasn’t very interested in alcohol; he could only handle a couple of sips and preferred just a taste.
Gokusai Kaibi somewhat frantically grabbed Amon.
Nikolai’s hand and took the bottle away.
“How could I let Lord Amon pour wine for me!”
Looking at Gokusai Kaibi as she poured the wine, he felt the description “like a hostess” was increasingly apt.
This look, blending cuteness with temptation, and her practiced pouring technique were quite pleasing to the eye.
To ease the atmosphere, Makoto gazed at the girl’s exquisite face, rubbed his chin with his left hand, and made a joke.
“Am I really that scary?”
“How could you be!
The merciful, majestic, and powerful Supreme Being, Lord Amon.
Nicholas, is the idol of everyone in Novas Aethel!”
“An idol?”
Makoto suddenly remembered a saying—
Admiration is the furthest distance from understanding.
Ha!
They wouldn’t end up “Ainz-ifying” like the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, would they?
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”