After a night of testing and exploration, Momonga could finally confirm that he was now in the real world, but this real world was not the world of YGGDRASIL, but completely new and unknown.
The area around Nazarick wasn't a grassland, but a chilling, poisonous swamp, and the sky in "Helheim" wasn't so clear and bright.
Although it was night, the sky in this world could actually see the moon and stars, which was completely different from the cloudy sky in "Helheim."
Sebas' report on the surrounding reconnaissance also indicated that this wasn't "Helheim," and it didn't even seem like YGGDRASIL. Although he found it incredible, Momonga could only accept the current result.
However, these were all minor matters. What Momonga was most worried about were the NPCs of Nazarick. These NPCs were created by him and his companions. After coming to the real world, the NPCs not only gained life but also their own thoughts.
After tentatively accepting reality, Momonga summoned the main NPCs to the sixth floor of Nazarick and asked them for their opinions of him.
What Momonga didn't expect was that these NPCs' evaluation of him was so high that he didn't dare to imagine it.
This kind of evaluation made Momonga nervous, even panicked. The NPCs treated him with the utmost respect, but in his original world, he was just a disposable worker at the bottom. When had he ever received such respect?
In the game, he and his partners were the masters of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the rulers of Ainz Ooal Gown, and the creators of these NPCs.
But now that it had become reality, the NPCs' levels were comparable to his. If they really fought, he might not be able to defeat these NPCs.
But these people, who were close to him in strength, bowed down to him. This wasn't a surprise for Momonga, but terror.
If it weren't for the fact that his undead body was made of a skeleton, his facial expression management would have long been out of control.
But even so, he was tongue-tied with nervousness. Fortunately, because of his skeletal appearance, the NPCs didn't see his embarrassment.
Since these NPCs viewed him as the supreme ruler of Nazarick, Momonga had to be careful about his words and actions to maintain his authority and his reputation.
He feared revealing his true nature would disappoint these NPCs and lead to their betrayal.
Although maintaining his image was the top priority, Momonga thought that he had to familiarize himself with everything in Nazarick as soon as possible.
In the YGGDRASIL era, he didn't need to worry about all the details of Nazarick, but now that he had come to reality, he had to do so.
This was also to ensure that he could quickly respond when the NPCs betrayed him.
For an entire night, Momonga began to strengthen his memory of things in Nazarick that he had never paid attention to before, such as the names of the NPCs.
There were many NPCs in Nazarick, not just the Floor Guardians, but also various types of NPCs.
Speaking of which, Nazarick was like a castle. The Floor Guardians were the castle's guards, but besides the guards, various servants served the castle's master.
Although these NPCs' levels weren't as high as those of the Floor Guardians, Momonga thought that it was always good to familiarize himself with their names.
In addition to familiarizing himself with the names of the various NPCs in Nazarick, there was also confirmation of combat abilities.
This was now reality, and he didn't know if the items and equipment from YGGDRASIL could be used.
Although one night wasn't enough time for Momonga to test everything, there were no problems with some commonly used items.
In short, by the next day, Momonga was sitting in the chair in the meeting room, very satisfied with the results of his exploration throughout the night.
He had never thought that there were so many things he didn't know about in Nazarick. The more familiar something was, the more unfamiliar it became. There was some truth to that saying.
"Hmm..."
Momonga touched his skeletal jaw, not feeling a trace of fatigue. Speaking of which, he was very satisfied with this body. He didn't need to eat, didn't need to rest, and didn't have any feeling of fatigue.
In his original world, the liquid food produced by capitalists was his three meals a day. This liquid food was relatively cheap, but Momonga didn't eat it because it was cheapbut. After all, it saved him a lot of unnecessary time.
Moreover, he thought that no matter what kind of delicious food it was, it would eventually turn into feces after being eaten, so it was a bit too ridiculous to waste time and money eating delicious food.
Liquid food was one of the few good things that Momonga thought capitalism had produced.
Now, his undead body, which had been working hard all night, didn't send any warnings of fatigue or hunger to his brain. This made him very satisfied.
Actually, thinking about it, this was inevitable. With only a skeleton for a body, where would the things he ate go? In terms of getting rid of the need to eat, he figured transitioning to the real world wasn't so bad.
"Is something the matter, Momonga-sama?"
Sebas, wearing a black tailcoat, with deep features and sharp eyes like a bird of prey, his beard and hair all white, leaned forward slightly and asked Momonga.
He was the Guardian of the Ninth Floor, and also served as the butler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and was the leader of the Pleiades, with six battle maid subordinates.
As a Dragonoid, he was the strongest melee combatant among the Guardians of Nazarick.
"No, it's nothing."
Momonga responded to Sebas' inquiry, but his heart tightened. If he could, he would rather be here alone studying the "Mirror of Remote Viewing."
This item could be used to display the scene of a specified location, which was convenient for those who specialized in hunting players for PK, or hunting PKers. But this item could be easily avoided by using low-level anti-intelligence magic.
Not only that, this item was also easily countered by offensive barriers, so it wasn't a very useful item.
Despite these flaws, in the current situation, it was very useful for observing the scenery outside of Nazarick.
But after all, this is now the real world, different from the YGGDRASIL world. Momonga was still a bit unfamiliar with how to operate this item.
Although he didn't want Sebas to stay here, he couldn't resist the other party's enthusiastic attitude.
To not disappoint Sebas's "kindness," and also to prevent his refusal from causing Sebas to feel dissatisfied, he could only agree to let him wait by his side.
The undead body gave Momonga better concentration than when he was human, but he couldn't stand Sebas' gaze behind him.
If he didn't quickly find a way to control the "Mirror of Remote Viewing," Momonga felt that he probably wouldn't be able to sit here.
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