It started as a completely normal day in Yggdrasil. Which, in Nazarick terms, meant someone was about to ruin someone else's life.
Ulbert had just lost a duel against TouchMe.
He lost in the worst possible way, Confidently.
Because before the duel even began, the two of them had made a bet.
TouchMe had crossed his arms. "Let's make this interesting."
Ulbert smirked immediately. "Oh? Planning to lose with style?"
TouchMe replied calmly, "If you win, I'll rewrite my NPC's lore into something darker and tragic."
Ulbert's grin widened. "And if you win?"
TouchMe didn't even hesitate. "You will sacrifice one of your NPCs by marrying them to one of the Founder of Nazarick."
There was a long pause.
Then Ulbert laughed. A loud, confident, completely doomed laugh "You're on. Start thinking of your tragic backstory, hero."
"I hope you won't regret this." TouchMe simply nodded.
Ulbert waved his hand dismissively. "Regret? Please. I'm about to win in under ten minutes."
Thirty minutes later…
Ulbert was lying face-down on the arena floor, completely motionless. His HP bar had been empty for a while.
TouchMe walked over and looked down at him. With the calmest voice imaginable "Congratulations."
Ulbert groaned from the ground. "…Don't even."
TouchMe smiled smugly behind his helmet. "You are now planning a wedding."
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Ulbert, being a man of honor (and terrible decisions), accepted his defeat immediately. A bet was a bet, and a deal was a deal.
And unfortunately, his past self had been extremely confident and incredibly stupid.
So now he had to fulfill the punishment.
He needed to 'sacrifice' his NPC by marrying them to one of the Founders of Nazarick.
Ulbert thought about it for approximately three seconds. Then he chose Henry as Demiurge's future spouse.
In Ulbert's mind, the logic was flawless.
Demiurge respected Henry.
After all, Henry was constantly helping with Nazarick's development—funding equipment, supplying resources, and even assisting with the Seventh Floor's upgrades.
Henry practically ran the economy of Nazarick by himself.
If Demiurge married Henry, then ulbert wouldn't have to call Henry 'Daddy' anymore. Plus, funding would become much easier to get requested.
Problem solved.
Ulbert nodded proudly to himself. "Perfect solution."
But there was just one tiny problem. One very small detail they had completely forgotten.
It was that they had done all of this, without Henry knowing.
And when Henry finally found out, he didn't even get an explanation, didn't even get a warning.
He got a wedding date thrown directly at his face.
Ulbert had already decided to marry Demiurge to Henry, and everyone treated it like it was no big deal. After all, it was just an NPC. Just a game. Nothing serious at all.
Except… it was serious.
Because those NPCs were going to become real someday.
And that NPC was Demiurge—the most cruel demon in the entire novel. Yes, he's the one with "Sasuga, Momonga-sama!" and "Amazing, Momonga-sama!"
But there was one small issue.
I wasn't Momonga. And I definitely didn't have Ulbert's loyalty package installed on Demiurge.
If I refused, Ulbert would definitely get angry, since he wouldn't be able to complete his bet. And if Ulbert got angry, he could tweak Demiurge's character settings, making the demon hold a grudge against me until the day i die.
And the more I thought about it, the more horrifying the possibilities became.
Because this wasn't just a joke about a wedding in a game anymore — it had turned into a matter of my future survival.
Demiurge wasn't just any NPC. He was Ulbert's NPC—his masterpiece, his pride and joy. A literal walking embodiment of an 'evil mastermind'. He's the kind of being who could smile politely while simultaneously planning twelve layers of possibilities at once.
And if Ulbert decided Demiurge should hate me?
That hatred wouldn't be temporary. It wouldn't be a petty. It would be calculated, terrifying torture.
Worse, Demiurge would probably be mocked and end up getting bullied by the other boss NPCs for being rejected by a Supreme Being. Nazarick ran on loyalty and hierarchy. The supreme being rejecting the marriage could easily be interpreted—through NPC logic—as something dangerously close to a grave offense.
And knowing my luck, the moment I arrived in the New World, I'd be skinned alive and killed before anyone even realized what had happened, since they would still be confused by the sudden transfer to the new world.
I could already imagine it.
So yes… I was terrified. And annoyed!!
Which is exactly why I respons with immediately went on a raid spree—to vent my anger.
I raided dungeons like a man possessed. Every dungeon, every boss, every treasure room—nothing was safe.
If there was even a rumor that a guild had a World Item shaped like a ring, I was already kicking down their front door. I hoarded everything like I was preparing for the most dangerous wedding in history—because I was.
All of it was meant as a tiny, totally innocent, (definitely-not-bribery) dowry for Demiurge.
If this marriage was inevitable, then I was going to make sure it was perfect.
A dowry so impressive that even Demiurge's evil mastermind brain would pause for a moment and calmly say "Ah… acceptable."
And then came the wedding preparations — the venue layout and the outfits. So I contacted the developer again.
At this point, my name probably triggered an internal alert in their office.Not because I was their favorite player—but because I was a problem.
Luckily, I was also a very loyal customer. I had spent an absurd amount of money on the wedding venue layout for one of the nine Floor's rooms, along with cosmetics, custom items, and commissions.
Eventually, the developer gave me a discount. Not out of kindness, but because they really didn't want me going on another dungeon-raiding rampage.
Apparently, giving me discounts was far cheaper than repairing the damage I kept doing to the server economy.
After everything was finally prepared, I sent a message to all Nazarick member, inviting them to come on that date.
Honestly… I wasn't even sure they would show up. Everyone had jobs. Real lives. Responsibilities. Not all member is the same group of people who could stay online all day. A lot of them barely logged in these days. Some only appeared once in a while like rare world bosses.
So when the replies started coming in one by one… "I can make it."
"I'll be there."
"Tell me the time." …I felt a wave of relief I didn't expect.
They said they could come.
Not only that, they said they wanted to bring gifts too. They kept saying it wouldn't be much, but honestly, that didn't matter.
Just their willingness to show up meant a lot. After all, receiving blessings from all the Supreme Beings would surely please Demiurge—and it could atleast improve my chances of survival.
I'd backed them up so many times before—lent resources, funded projects, assisted with upgrades—and now they were actually making the effort to attend this (ridiculously dangerous) wedding.
And the only condition was that they could attend only at night because of work, so Ulbert and I agreed to hold the wedding in the late evening.
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Only the 41 Supreme Beings were permitted to enter the 9th Floor chamber where the wedding was held.
Even though the room was enormous, some of the players had avatars larger than Cocytus himself, and it was already crowded enough.
The official excuse given to the NPCs was that the ceremony was 'sacred.'
In reality… there simply wasn't enough space.
With that decided, the wedding proceeded like a normal ceremony.
I stood at the front, waiting.
Momonga acted as the officiant, delivering the ceremonial words with dignified composure.
TouchMe happily volunteered to play the wedding music. For once, the atmosphere of Nazarick wasn't ominous or oppressive—it was almost… elegant. Magical flowers drifted down from above like falling petals.
Then the doors opened.
Demiurge entered the hall, with Ulbert walking at his side.
The ceremony itself proceeded smoothly—formal vows were spoken, ritual confirmations were completed, and system notifications appeared to officially confirm the bond.
And rings were exchanged, It was a symbol that Demiurge now stood in a position equal to mine. Not above. Not below. Equal.
And when it was time to seal it—I gently kissed Demiurge on the forehead.
That was the maximum allowed by the developers. Anything more detailed wasn't permitted. So a forehead kiss it was.
And the ritual concluded.
The 41 Supreme Beings stepped forward one by one, offering congratulations, gifts, and blessing spells. Magic circles layered around us in overlapping formations, glowing brilliantly as enhancement and blessing effects were cast.
For a moment, Nazarick's looked less like a dungeon and more like a divine ritual chamber.
Then came the final gesture. I presented another ring—the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown.
However, even though Demiurge now held a status comparable to the Supreme Being he married, he continued to oversee the Seventh Floor. That floor was Ulbert's creation, after all. Demiurge would never abandon something his creator built.
And honestly… that part reassured me. He was still loyal, even with a new title.
He was also granted full access to my chambers.
Which I also quietly edited the system permissions so no other NPC could enter my room. Only Demiurge.
Why did I do all this? Well… in the original novel, Momonga could never go anywhere alone—not even in his own room.
And honestly, I hated the idea of being watched 24/7.
So by marrying Demiurge, I could have an excuse, Demiurge would take care of me. That way, I could have a bit of privacy without raising any alarms, and everyone would just assume it was part of the marriage arrangement.
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Sometimes, after finishing his duties, Demiurge could be seen calmly walking toward my quarters. No rush. No hesitation. Just that polite smile and steady footsteps.
Because of that, I had also custom made my bed through the developers.
It was specially designed for beings with additional features—tails, wings, horns, and other non-human traits. The mattress allowed those extra appendages to sink through comfortably instead of being crushed or bent awkwardly.
It even generated a gentle warmth and supportive sensation around those areas, making it more comfortable for those with additional limbs or features.
Even when they woke up, they would feel completely at ease, and features like wings wouldn't get crumpled or tangled—definitely a nice bonus.
I also arranged custom mattresses as gifts for Alastor and a few other NPCs with additional features, all designed and approved with the input of their respective creators. Each creator personally presented the mattress to their own NPC, ensuring it was perfectly suited to them.
[Picture of the wedding]