How few cool animations there are in the game while sitting at the negotiating table. A terribly unpleasant fact that torments the soul of an avid roleplayer. I had to choose a pose for sitting on a chair from a list of available options for about twenty seconds before one of them satisfied my need to roleplay a tired researcher after a boring duel with pseudo-tops.
Or maybe those players weren't top players. I wouldn't be surprised if fate itself disdained to sign their avatars with such a name.
"So Momonga won't be coming?" Among all forty-two members of the guild, the one who decided to attend the last meeting was a slime that looked like an alien... No, seriously, an alien snot is the best possible way to describe it.
— Destiny has brought us together at the negotiating table again. Rumors have spread among the inhabitants of this world that in ancient times the round table belonged to King Arthur himself. But we broke the spirit of Camelot like a thin twig and got all its untold riches for ourselves… — during the fooling around, the avatar's elbows fell neatly on the table, his fingers crossed, and his gaze fell from the helmet to the slime. — And Momonga is on overtime, if that's what you mean. I thought he would get more motivation and "power" to finish the job faster, but apparently it was not meant to be, — mentally shrugging my shoulders, I switched to normal communication mode. Only briefly recalling an employee trying not to die at his workplace in our company, where he got in through connections. With my so-called "blessing of luck". Although I work there as a senior programmer, my power should not be underestimated, but I could not let him go no matter how much I wanted to.
"Could you have answered without the first part?" the guildmate asked with a heavy sigh, throwing a yellow smiley of shame. He can be understood - you can't live on pathos alone, just like you can't live on Lenten porridge.
But considering that purple liquid was constantly flowing down his body, I was more ashamed. And not for myself, but for this poor unfortunate fellow, of whom I had seen enough in my position as a senior programmer. Only even they didn't flow like ice cream under the scorching sun.
- Hear my call, and see my proposal in all its glory, - I don't know what this slime has against it, but there is no turning back. - I propose to go on a long journey leading to God's vineyard. For the sake of sharing this gift with me.
- No, I won't drink... I have to get up early for work tomorrow. Let's text each other later in real life, I'm really tired. That's it, I think I'll go... - the slime muttered yawningly, making long pauses.
- In that case, I am forced to tell you a terrible secret hidden under the darkness of the night. Your flesh is similar to... - I wanted to continue, but the eternally tired Herohero brazenly interrupted me.
- Don't start...
"Your flesh is like an alien substance from the neon district," I sent a smiling emoji to smooth things over.
True, no one appreciated my gesture of goodwill, and our guild member left the meeting like an inveterate Englishman. At least he could have said goodbye to his guild member normally.
Judging by the fact that I'm the only one left in the luxurious conference room, there's no one else to troll. If it were Momonga, we could talk about his problem with the lack of some important parts of flesh on his skeleton, but what's not there, isn't there.
There are still about forty minutes before the servers close. For entertainment, there is the option of going to the battlefields, but it is better to stay in the guild, where more effort was put into creating a world of one-to-one scale by some players of construction simulators.
Take this room, for example.
Every detail of the interior is decorated with luxury and grace, as none of the guild members spared resources on Nazarick. Supplying the premises with only the best materials from the top instances, and decorative items taken from many crafters by force.
In general, we equipped the guild as best we could, and mostly at the expense of other players or our real wallets. Some bought lost artifacts and furniture from the ancient era during promotions, and those like me additionally knocked out sparkling trinkets from players, like pumped-up magpies do from nubo-foxes.
It was a good time, and then only Momonga and I remained among the active players. Then hard times came. I remember how sometimes, with lack of sleep and zero desire to live after a hard grind of resources, we returned to work. All for the sake of the guild not collapsing like a paper boat. If at the very beginning of the guild split the load was not so huge, then the further, the worse. And all for what? For the sake of meeting the inevitable end of the game universe.
Okay, sitting in the negotiation room is not an option.
Go down to my research lab? Besides my unfinished "HEX", there is a cutie NPC I personally created. Awesome and kawaii waifu. I dressed her up in all the cute dresses, and all sorts of school uniforms...
Nothing criminal, the game has 18+ content blocked, but my imagination was unstoppable. Oh, how many outfits she tried on. Probably more than a couple thousand. If she were a real girl, I would have been pressed for harassment long ago.
It's good that this is not so.
I created the NPCs based on Kurumi Tokisaki's template from Date A Live.
A girl of incredible beauty, whose figure makes one's blood run cold. Silky dark hair, braided into ponytails. Multi-colored eyes of red and gold, in one of the pupils of which a golden watch dial is visible. A sweet lady with elegance and excellent manners, capable of surpassing any maid of Nazarick. But it is not her grace that makes her such a masterpiece, nor the appearance of a goddess of beauty.
Amazing character!
With adjustments for the villain guild, consisting of heteromorphic villains.
She has an aversion to humanity. She perceives its representatives as disposable goods. At the same time, she disguises her demonic cruelty well under the theatrical mask of a sweet girl. In fact, Kurumi is a sadist with a light maniacal laugh flowing from her lips like a poisoned balm on the ruined souls of her enemies.
I wrote her the same personality as in the anime, which means that the NPC is not against absorbing people, taking their strength and life time. Of course, now she has a different motivation, but the written attitude towards her creator is quite funny. With its dangers, but without the spice in the relationship with your creation - strictly my personal opinion.
In any case, she won't come back to life, will she?
Haha, the bad influence of watching Sword Art Online is showing. But since I poured more artifacts and strength into this NPC than into myself, and she is dangerous, I will leave her alone with the chimerologist's tricks. Kurumi is the guardian of my laboratory, after all, her work will be there until the very end.
It's a shame that the HEX project in the research lab was not completed in order to release the most dangerous creature into the world for its complete destruction.
I would have made it just in time for Ragnarok.
"An amazing trinket," as I glanced around the negotiation room, my eyes fell upon the symbol of our guild—the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
My class is a night blade, but with an aspect in magic. Probably, for me such a weapon is more than useless, but that does not make it any less attractive to the greedy glances of its viewers. The staff belongs to the leader of the guild Momonga, and if it is destroyed, then the right to exist of this guild can be destroyed. There is an interesting analogy here - in whose hands the staff is, in those hands is the power.
I guess I'll feel like a guild master for the last time.
Getting up from my chair rather slowly and reaching for my staff, I picked up the guild weapon decorated with precious stones and decorative snakes. Then, just as leisurely, I began my walk towards the throne room.
The starting point is not far from the destination - almost next door.
Walking along the scarlet paths, illuminated by the golden glow of numerous chandeliers, it was worth admitting: just a little, but I was burdened by a sultry feeling of nostalgia for the past. Fortunately, after a couple of turns and several corridors, my path was completed after passing through the Hall of Solomon - a pompous room decorated with statues of seventy-two demons.
Finally arrived at the huge and luxurious throne room, as majestic as my quarterly bonus. My heart bleeds at the thought that such a wonder will disappear after the game servers are cleared. Well, nothing can be done. All good things must come to an end.
I walked with a relaxed gait to the throne and sat down on it with a languid pose, putting one leg over the other, but not crossing them. A relaxed pose is not very suitable for the Lord of Evil. Rather, it defines a person with the highest degree of disregard for the opinions of others. Since I was playing an explorer of the Abyss, I did not have to act like a worthy and wise ruler.
It is enough to act as your soul feels comfortable.
— A journey from which there is no return; treasures that can never be reached; and a life that cannot be saved… In this world, everything living and nonliving will eventually return to oblivion. But even knowing about the inevitable death, travelers do not give up and continue on their way. Their minds, enchanted by stories about the future, pull their bodies forward. It turns out that our curiosity is much stronger than the fear of death — as the deputy leader of this guild, it was impolite to sit silently on the throne.
After racking my brains, I decided to quote a speech that was important to my "alter ego". It's a pity that there weren't many listeners. There was only one listener in the vast throne room, but what a listener!
Overseer of the Floor Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick - Albedo.
She has the highest rank among all NPCs, and also has one of the most charming outer shells. A pretty face, golden eyes, pale skin - not knowing problems from exposure to the sun, and a stunning white dress. Her appearance is pleasant to contemplate for eternity, finding new details that make her an even more attractive treasure.
But it wasn't just her beauty that captivated the eye, but, for example, two other world-class items. Personally, I only have one item of the two-hundredth series at my disposal.
The situation is intriguing.
When I opened her settings, I wanted to add the item "fan of the Chimera Lords", but I caught myself in time and added "the most devoted fan of the Chimera Lords, recognizing the superiority of only one higher being over the rest."
Now I can boast that my fan is not an ordinary damsel in distress, but a girl of angelic beauty with dark wings and cute horns. In addition, she is a very wealthy girl due to the fact that she has two world-class items.
Amazing.
It's just a pity that there's no one else to brag to, or to provide evidence, but oh well, my imagination is satisfied – that's the main thing.
While scrolling through her character description in the guild settings, I came across: "She's also a nymphomaniac."
Oh, my fans are still not against spending a hot night with me.
I'm satisfied with everything.
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