“For the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick to have only one concubine would be strange. The
only problem is who is qualified to be the legal wife…”
“… Although this interesting, we should discuss it at another time. Alright, Albedo shouldn’t you
give us your orders? There are stil many problems to address.”
“Yes, you’re right. We must quickly organise ourselves. Sharutia, let us postpone our discussion
right now since we have more pressing matters at hand.”
“I have no objections, Albedo. This matter wil surely take a long time to discuss.”
“Very well. Then I wil start the development of the next plan.”
Seeing her resume her role as the person in charge, the Guardians all bowed their head in
salute, but did not kneel.
Even though they pay respect to Albedo as their commander, they will not kneel to her. During
the creation of the Guardians, the 41 creators ranked Albedo the highest and gave her
command over all the other Guardians. As long as she is the one in charge, every Guardian will
comply with her orders and show her the courtesy of saluting her. Albedo doesn’t mind this kind
of treatment since she believes this is the proper way.
“First of all───”
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SPOILER ALERT!:
* Thanks to AP1001 for clarification:
Big mouthed starfish, it's actually albedo who said it to Sharutia, which is a reference to
sharutia's true form. (A terrifying monster that have a mouth that looks like the belly of an
starfish)
Lampetra japonicum, an type of eel, not 100% sure but it has something to do with Albedo’s true
form.
Volume 1 Chapter 3
Battle of Carne Village
Translators: Ghoststaker, CoCayn
Editor: Namorax,
Proofreader: ImAKami
Collaborator: Imoutolicious LNT
Please note that this version is translated from the Chinese RAW so some names and minor
details could be wrong. Imoutolicious will correct our version and we will re-release a final
version at a later date.
Have fun reading!
The dressroom inside Momonga’s chambers was fil ed with all kind of different items, almost
reaching the point of running out of space. From cloaks to other things, Momonga could find all
kinds of equipment and items here. Sometimes he bought body armor, but after they became
useless to him they were just stored in here. Not only armor, also weapons ranging from staves
to swords, there was no shortage of anything.
By killing Monsters in Yggdrasil, data crystals would drop. These crystals could be attached to
items afterwards and countless original items could be created this way. If there was an
awesome item for sale, many people would be unable to help themselves and buy it.
As a result, that was the state this room has become.
From the variety of weapons in the room, Momonga freely picks a sword. Because there is no
fitting scabbard, the silver blade shines brightly in the light. Engraved on the sword’s blade
where text-like symbols and because of the reflected light they were easy to see.
Momonga picked it up and waved it around. It was light as a feather.
This was certainly not because the sword was made of a very light material, but because of
Momonga’s immense strength.
Because Momonga is a magician, his magic related stats were high but his stats for physical
fitness were comparatively low. But after reaching level one hundred, he accumulated a lot of
strength status points through training, which shouldn’t be underestimated. If he encountered a
low level monster, he easily dealt with it by using only his staff.
Momonga slowly assumed a stance with the sword, but the sound of a hard metal percussion
could immediately be heard inside. The sword Momonga was wielding in his hand just now falls
on the floor.
The maids in the room came over immediately to pick up the sword from the ground and
present it to Momonga. However, Momonga did not take it and was instead staring at his empty
hands.
This is it.
This made Momonga confused.
If the living NPC’s behaviour, words and deeds made people think that the life in this world is
not a game, then what about the shackles of the body. It has yet to make people feel tired of
living in the game.
In YGGDRASIL, it was impossible for someone like Momonga, who never picked a warrior
based class, to equip a Sword. But if this world became the real world, being unable to use a
sword should be impossible.
Momonga shook his head and decided to stop brooding over this matter. In the absence of
sufficient information, no matter how much he searched, he wouldn’t find an answer.
"Clean up."
The maids followed Momonga’s instructions and he turns around to look at a wall which was
almost entirely covered with mirrors, showing a skeleton wearing clothes.
Seeing how their own familiar body turned into this alien form should cause a dreadful feeling.
However, Momonga feels completely indifferent and that didn’t even feel weird to him.
Because he played YGGDRASIL before, he was already familiarized with his current
appearance, but there was also another reason for his calmness.
Just like his outer appearances, it appeared that his mental faculties had been affected as well.
First, there were his emotions: as soon as he experienced strong emotions, they would be
immediately put aside in order to calm him down, it was almost like something was repressing
them. Another point was his lack of any kind of desire, be it hunger or sleep. At first there
seemed to be a sexual appetite, but even after touching Albedo’s soft chest, there wasn’t any
additional impulse.
Feeling as if he lost something very important, Momonga couldn’t help but look at his waist:
CoCayn: NO BONER!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! There goes the boner joke... ImAKami: All bones, but no boner! Ghoststaker: There goes all the romance in this…
"Since there is no actual use ...... Will it disappear?"
Becoming slightly emotional, he starts to utter this out of frustration, but before he could finish
half of his sentence, that feeling completely vanished.
Momonga believed these changes to be extremely useful, particularly his mental changes.
Perhaps an Undead is completely resistant to spiritual attacks.
Although now Momonga possessed an undead body and mind, he was still a human deep
inside. Because of that, there would be moments when he experienced emotions, but the
moment those emotions became too strong, they would be repressed instantly. Momonga was
afraid that he would lose all his emotion in the future if he continued to stay within his undead
body.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a big deal if that happened, because no matter what the world was like,
the way Momonga saw himself would not change.
Besides, there were also NPCs like Sharutia around. Maybe being undead was not the cause
for this, it was too soon to say.
“───「Create Greater Item」.”
After casting the spell, his body was instantly covered by a full set of plate armor. The armor