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The Great Tomb of Nazerick (Ainz )
'Today is going to be a good day,' the ruler of the newly established Sorcerer Kingdom thought as he "woke" up. Ainz didn't exactly need any sleep, but he did it to have quiet time for himself. Ever since the former office worker was transported to this new world, a world based on his favorite DMMO-RPG, he had been worshipped by the npcs of his guild base, who now saw him as an all-knowing god. It was nice being seen as an all-knowing figure, but he missed the days when he could have a conversation that didn't involve groveling.
A knock on the door snapped Ainz out of his thoughts, and the overlord absent-mindedly answered, "Enter."
"Good morning, Lord Ainz", Sebas Tian, the Tomb's head butler, said as he entered. Almost immediately after closing the door, he started to kneel.
"Sebas, I have requested that you no longer kneel when you enter my room."
"Nonsense, my liege! It is only proper that someone as low as me kneel to the leader of the Supreme Beings," Sebas replied curtly, without even raising his head.
"Then I must order that you do a quick bow instead of groveling. I still see you as one of my most trusted confidants. Now rise. Sebas, isn't it the duty of the homunculus maids to tend to my morning needs?"
After rising and standing at a parade rest position with his head slightly bowed, Sebas continued, "It is my Lord, but an incident has occurred that needs your immediate attention."
"Very well, tell them to meet me in the throne room. You're dismissed, Sebas". The butler bowed and then left the sovereign's room. After hearing the cnking of the door tch, Ainz let off a big sigh before approaching the mirror in the corner of his room. "Well, it's going to be another one of those days", Ainz let out another sigh, even longer than the st one, "Oh, how I wish my friends were here with me!" Before leaving his sanctuary for another day of being worshipped as a god.
Re-Estize Kingdom, Bleakrock Vilge - 4 days ter(Bellriver/Bell)
Bellriver opened his eyes, which he did not expect to do again, especially since he...died? The dead, now alive, office worker attempted to reorganize his scrambled mind, trying to put together a coherent thought. 'This is impossible I should be dead! . . . Well, to state the obvious, but what the hell is happening here? How can I still be alive?' Bellriver wasn't sure about this part, but the more he thought of it, the more it made sense. He could feel that he was in some box, with the lid still covering the only way out. Once again, he started to panic, only to calm himself down in a few minutes and think rationally, 'The only way out is by cracking open the lid to this thing! Let's hope that I'm strong enough to open it.' The box had enough space between him and the lid to fit his arms to, hopefully, push it open. The trapped man put his arms-wait. . . why could he feel what he assumed the lid was on four different points like he had more than two arms? 'No matter- The main thing I gotta focus on is getting out of whatever this is. Let's do it on three: one, two, THREE'.
With a heave, the once trapped man managed to push the lid of the box off . . . and through the ceiling of what looked like a house. In amazement, Bellriver sat up from the box and looked at his hands before panicking again. He was not the most emotionally stable person, especially when he was human; now, he definitely wasn't one. First off, he had four hands; Secondly, his hands were blood red; Third, his blood-red arms had mouths on them - as a matter of fact, his entire body was covered in mouths. How could he tell? The fact that he could see and somehow taste the air a full 360 degrees around himself clued him in.
"Holy crap!" Bellriver once again stopped in shock. His voice was not his own. "What the. . ." the creature continued, pcing his hand on his throat, or where a throat would be for a human. He started to do vocal exercises of all things, "Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Da!" The voice that now came from his throat sounded as if 20 people were speaking all at once; getting used to his now voice, Bellriver finally moved his mind to the task at hand and figured out where he was.
Looking around, he saw that he was in a shed with vish clutter everywhere. He saw a golden wheel, a gold-pted spear, and a golden bucket. Who the hell has a golden bucket? Whoever shed he was in was definitely rich. Seeing a door at the room's far end, Bellriver attempted to move through all the clutter but failed miserably, tripping on a golden sword and nding face-pnting onto a pile of other golden weapons. Surprisingly, The vish armaments were crushed to a pulp by his body weight; there wasn't even a scratch on him! Getting off the ground for the third time in the past hour, he dusted himself and added a mental note of possibly being stab-proof.
Eventually making it to the door, he gave it a gentle nudge, which dislodged it from the frame. Gingerly pcing the door against the wall, Bellriver moved into the next area of the shed, seeing another door, which probably led outside, judging from the glow that sept through the cracks around the doorframe and a mirror in an otherwise boring room. Stepping in front of the mirror, Bell saw his full body for the first time. As he had seen before, his skin was blood red, and he had four arms. That wasn't it; his body had mouths all over it, particurly around the legs and arms; he was definitely taller than his previous self, with him needing to squat down to see his "head" in the mirror. Then it suddenly hit him: he looked exactly like his avatar in YGGDRASIL!
YGGDRASIL allowed pyers to pick from various species, many of them inhuman, called heteromorphs. Unfortunately, the developers of YGGDRASIL, affectionately known as the "shitty devs," were greedy like many other corporations of the time and charged a premium for some of those races. One said premium races were the [Flesh Monstrosity], a creature that would fall into the undead category. This race was physically strong, had good defensive capabilities, and was decent at magic. Basically, [Flesh Monstrosity] pyers were a jack of all trades characters, good at everything but not great at anything.
Before Bell could continue his thoughts, the sound of a door creaking open drew his attention. There in the doorway stood a man, young, about 18 or 19, wearing what looked like an armored priest's robes, looking at him with eyes filled with horror.
"Um...Hey"
