Momonga extended a skeletal hand devoid of flesh, stroking his chin, showing no emotion at the slaughter appearing in the mirror.
Although he had no intention of rescuing them, Momonga still watched the slaughter, not missing a single detail. It wasn't that he enjoyed such bloody massacres, but rather that he was trying to understand the strength of the people in this world from such a slaughter.
Although his level was one hundred, as he had told Mare, perhaps even ordinary people in this world were level one hundred, which would be very bad.
So, not saving them was the right choice; he had to be responsible for the NPCs created by his companions.
Momonga found another reason to comfort himself. Although he observed the soldiers in the mirror and they didn't look like they were level one hundred, perhaps it was just because the villagers' levels were too low, and the soldiers' levels couldn't be reflected.
Momonga switched the view, continuing to watch the villagers being slaughtered. A villager was pulled by the arms by two soldiers, and then his chest was pierced by a longsword wielded by another soldier.
After the longsword was pulled out, blood spurted like a fountain, staining the soldier's armor. Momonga nodded, evaluating in his mind, "These soldiers don't seem very strong."
Furthermore, the "Mirror of Remote Viewing," which could be easily obstructed by low-level counter-intelligence magic, had not been affected at all until now.
It seemed the opponents didn't know magic, so there was no need to worry. No, that was a bad judgment. Perhaps these were just their low-level soldiers; it was possible that high-level combatants were hidden or had not yet been deployed.
"What do you plan to do, sir?" Sebas asked, seizing the opportunity after seeing Momonga observe for a while.
"Let them die. There's no value in saving them, no benefit whatsoever," Momonga said without hesitation.
"Understood." Sebas nodded, feeling a little disappointed, but as the command of the Supreme One, he had to strictly obey.
After speaking, Momonga suddenly felt a premonition. He feigned nonchalance and looked at Sebas. On Sebas's silent and solemn face, Momonga seemed to see Sebas's creator, his former companion—Touch Me.
"When you see injustice on the road, of course, you must draw your sword and help."
Momonga recalled the words Touch Me had said to him when they first met.
In YGGDRASIL, because he was an heteromorphic race, he was frantically hunted by human players. Just as he was about to give up on YGGDRASIL, it was Touch Me's assistance that made him ultimately choose to stay in YGGDRASIL.
"Sigh." Momonga gently sighed, "Anyway, I'll have to confirm my combat ability in this world sooner or later... Sebas!"
"At your service, Lord Momonga." Sebas bowed.
"Raise Nazarick's alert level to the highest. I'll go ahead. You help me inform Albedo, who is waiting next door, to come fully armed afterward, but she is not allowed to carry 'Ginnungagap.' Also, prepare backup troops. Considering the possibility of unforeseen circumstances that might prevent my retreat, send a few subordinates skilled in stealth or with transparency abilities to this village."
Momonga stood up and gave Sebas instructions one by one.
"Understood, Lord Momonga...."
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Hades rubbed his eyes, waking from his sleep. He stared blankly at the ceiling, and it was a long time before he withdrew his gaze. He sat up from the bed and looked around.
This was a room with walls made entirely of piled earth, though 'piled' was perhaps not entirely accurate, as this was an underground space Hades had created using magic.
After leaving the village and arriving in the forest, Hades let loose and began testing his skills and magic one by one, and the feedback he received made him incredibly excited.
Both warrior skills and Magic Caster spells could be cast without exception. He continued until dawn before finally stopping.
Then, a wave of sleepiness washed over him. Although becoming an Undead could counteract this sleepiness, if he switched to a human or elf form, the sleepiness would not disappear and would reoccupy his body.
Hades thus speculated that the world tree seed would not transfer the passive effects of the Undead body to the other two racial characters. Therefore, when he used the other two racial characters and expended energy, he still needed to recover through sleep.
And YGGDRASIL had a fatigue system; if a character was in a fatigued state, it would affect attack values. After coming to reality, Hades didn't know if fatigue would affect attack power, but he genuinely felt sleepy.
Although there were accessory rings in YGGDRASIL that could eliminate fatigue and hunger, Hades considered such rings not only useless but also occupying precious ring slots, so he had never worn one and had left it in his personal guild warehouse. Now, if he had such a ring, it would save him some trouble.
However, no matter how he used the guild ring, he couldn't return to the guild base. Given this situation, Hades believed there was only one possibility: his guild had not traveled to reality with him.
If that were the case, it would explain why he couldn't contact the six companions who were still online before the transfer; they had not transferred like him.
Hades didn't know whether to consider this lucky or unlucky. Although gaining all his abilities from YGGDRASIL was a good experience, he also had a good life in his original world.
However, thinking about these things would only add to his troubles. He wouldn't be able to return to his original world anytime soon.
Although the Undead body was convenient and good, if the human character's body didn't get rest, it would be in a fatigued state when used. This feeling was very uncomfortable and could only be recovered through rest.
However, Hades didn't want to return to that village; he couldn't stand that livestock shed.
Fortunately, his elf character was a production class, more than capable of crafting furniture and the like, and he still had plenty of materials stored in his infinite backpack.
But as he was about to use the materials in his backpack to craft a bed for himself, he suddenly realized that this was no longer a game world. So, he wondered if his materials could be replenished in this world.
For safety, Hades tried using trees from the forest as alternative materials. The artisan profession didn't seem to lose its effect due to different materials; he managed to create a single bed with magical effects.
Among his production professions was the Sage profession, which allowed items or equipment he crafted to come with buffs. He had originally thought that crafting items with materials from this world would invalidate the Sage profession's effect.
Now, this result made him very satisfied. At least he knew that the materials in this world were no different from those in YGGDRASIL. He just didn't know if there were high-grade materials, so it seemed he would need to search for them in the future.
If he could replenish materials, he could craft all sorts of useful things.