After seeing the Guardians kneeling in respect, Momonga exchanged a glance with Luke, then left via teleportation.
Luke also nodded and greeted the Guardians before using his teleportation ring to locate Momonga’s position and teleport to him.
“So tired…” Seeing Luke appear, what should have been Momonga’s inner monologue turned into words spoken aloud.
“…Why do those guys rate me so highly?
They’re clearly not talking about the same person.
What’s so great and perfect about me?
I’m just an ordinary salaryman; working overtime, getting chewed out by the boss, being complained about by clients…”
“With someone as incompetent as me, surely I’ll only disappoint them after they put such great expectations on me, right?”
It was clear that Momonga’s pressure was getting heavier and heavier…
“And also, how should I deal with Albedo?
Luke-san, if we continue like this, I feel like we’re defiling Tabula Smaragdina’s hard work…”
“I personally don’t feel any pressure at all.
After all, I am such a perfect and flawless handsome guy.”
“If it weren’t for being held back by you, Boss, I would’ve already unified the entire Japanese entertainment industry — sleeping my way up from streamer to actress, from actress to singer, from singer to princess, taking them all and doing them all…”
“…I’m really sorry, Luke-san, but if I recall correctly, you were online every Valentine’s Day and Christmas…”
“Ah, but that’s not so hard to manage, right?
Don’t forget, Momonga, your strength was one of the absolute top tiers in the guild.
Not to mention you have my support.” Luke cut in quickly before Momonga could finish.
“Together, we could wipe the floor with all the Guardians — well, okay, maybe not literally wipe the floor with them, but at least we’re evenly matched.”
“That’s true.
I just did a check.
Inside Nazarick, the use of items is functioning properly.”
“Exactly.
Our companions all left their gear to the guild before departing.
With the power we now hold, there’s actually no pressure — at least internally there’s none.”
“But what about the outside?” Momonga asked anxiously.
“That depends on the outside world’s situation.
We’ll need to capture some of this world’s natives and interrogate them.
There are only a few possibilities,” Luke said, thinking as he spoke.
“One possibility is that this is a high-magic world — you know, like in the books I used to read: sword saints everywhere, archmages more common than dogs, people cooking with spells and bathing with magic.”
“That sounds terrifying, Luke-san!”
“Of course!
If that’s really the case, then we shouldn’t do anything — just lock ourselves in, study hard, and focus on researching spatial theory until we figure out cross-world teleportation and run away!” You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
“Surprisingly, that actually makes a lot of sense, Luke-san… what about the second possibility?”
“The second possibility is that our power is average — about the same as the natives here.
Meaning we just went from being ordinary people in one world to being ordinary people in another.”
“In that case, we could consider starting a company, or a circus, to make a living for the rest of our lives… wait, no, we’re probably immortal now… in that case, why not study illusion magic and make a new MMO, then live as shut-ins inside it?”
“…Let’s not go there.” Momonga waved his hand, as if to dispel the image of such a boring future.
“And finally, the third possibility — we’re Long Aotian.”
“What is Long Aotian?”
“Long Aotian is a legendary ancient chinese archetype — someone who challenges heaven, earth, and even the air itself, has cultivation that surpasses others’ lifetimes after just a day of training, has beauties throwing themselves at him, is a master of every martial technique, drives metaphorical and literal ‘cars’ whenever he wants, and is eternally undefeated.”
“In other words — we’d be ridiculously overpowered in this world, like having cheat codes on.
This kind of transmigration makes it feel like we’ve been chosen as heirs of the world, forcing us to climb to the peak of life and become world rulers… if I keep talking I’ll start reciting poetry, no, no, stop stop stop…”
“…I can understand what you’re saying, but why does having great power mean we have to become world rulers?
I don’t get it!” Momonga shouted.
Luke grinned slyly, “Momonga, that’s not up to you.
Don’t forget — the Guardians are all max-level, just like us.
If our strength is enough to crush this world, then so is theirs.”
“With that kind of power, and according to the personalities set by our comrades who created them, do you think they’d choose to live quietly?”
“And they’re like newborns right now — freshly awakened, with a natural hostility toward humans.
Some even consider humans as a food source…”
“Ah… ah…”
Momonga was speechless for a moment…
In the game, heteromorphic races had only three safe zones out of the nine great regions.
Everywhere else was controlled by humans or demi-humans, and many human/demi-human class advancement quests specifically required hunting heteromorphs.
Back then, when Momonga stepped out of a safe zone, he was constantly PK’d by human players until he almost quit the game.
Most of his former comrades had similar experiences, which is why the guild Ainz Ooal Gown carried deep hatred toward humans and demi-humans — resulting in the NPCs they created all viewing humans as inferior beings or food sources.
This is why in the anime and novel, characters like Solution casually kill and eat people because their creators literally designed them to do so.
But now the game had become reality, and what they were eating was no longer data, but real humans.
“This really sounds… I don’t know what to do, Luke-san.
Honestly, when I hear that they are hostile to humans and eat them, my heart feels it’s wrong but my body doesn’t react with disgust at all.”
Momonga sighed in despair.
Although transmigration had turned him into an undead, and his body naturally classified humans as “inferior species,” deep inside, he still had the heart of that ordinary salaryman — still the warmhearted guildmaster. Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.
So, when it came to deciding what to do about the NPCs created by his friends, he truly didn’t know what to do.
Stop them from killing or eating humans?
Impossible — their very race made that impossible.
But indiscriminate slaughter?
That wasn’t what Momonga wanted either.
“I get what you mean.
I’m the same as you.
My body has turned into an abomination.
By human standards, we’re probably the definition of extreme evil.”
“Even if we didn’t do anything, would humans believe that?
Of course not.
‘Those who are not my race will have different hearts’ — that’s the instinct of all races.”
“So we need to be mentally prepared.
But first, we must determine the actual power level of this world.
Then we can plan slowly.”
“You’re right.
It’s too early to talk about the future.
Let’s first explore this world.
Now that I think about it, it’s been so long since we’ve had a new adventure.
Many years, hasn’t it… I really miss the days when everyone was here, exploring new maps together…”
“Haha, yeah, Momonga.
But I think we’ll be having new adventures very soon.
When the time comes, we’ll be able to relive those old feelings.”
“Luke-san, you’re usually pretty accurate — then, let’s look forward to this world.
Worst case, we’ll just treat it like running a company.
Thinking back to when our old president held meetings, it didn’t seem that hard.”
With that thought, Momonga suddenly felt much more relaxed.
No, Momonga — even if you’re still the Boss, conquering the world is not quite the same thing as running a company…
But isn’t that more fun?
The adventures of Bone Daddy are about to begin…