Conquering the World
Hyper POV
I soared high above the clouds, looking at the clear, glowing moon in the night sky. The air up there was so refreshing, like a blast of icy coolness with each breath. It was as if the moonlight itself was charging me up, giving me a sense of power that flowed through me. You know, I've got this unique gift of darkness, and it was like the whole universe was sharing its secrets with me and honestly speaking..... I like this feeling.
My hair, which was as dark as the night, fluttered in the breeze, like it had a mind of its own, swaying to some rhythm. It felt amazing, reminding me that I'm not just any vampire; I'm a godly vampire, blessed by the ancient, all-powerful World Tree in this new world.
Looking down at this world from way up there, I couldn't help but compare it to my previous life, which was all messed up with pollution and chaos. This new place, in contrast, was pure and untarnished, like a blank canvas waiting for some supernatural artistry.
With the information that Erembour provided, this place is shaping up to be an absolute paradise for someone like me. I mean, with all the incredible power I possess, it's like this world was custom-made for my abilities. It's as if the universe itself laid out the red carpet, saying, "Hyper, this is your playground now." The possibilities are endless, and I can't help but feel like a kid in a candy store, ready to explore every nook and cranny of this vast space in front of me spread out like an ocean
After some time by myself Momonga also joined me, donned in a warrior's armor with black and gold engravings, complemented by a flowing red cape. Just like me, he appeared pleasantly surprised by the beauty of this new world. I could see from the distant look in his eyes that he was also experiencing his own inner musings.
After a few moments of quiet admiration, Momonga finally broke the silence with a smile, "You know, Hyper, this view is reminding me of something Blue Planet used to talk about back in our early guild days. He was the one obsessed with the beauty of the night sky."
I chuckled in agreement, "Yeah, Momonga, I can see why he loved it so much. It's truly mesmerizing." We continued to chat, just like two old friends, sharing stories and enjoying the breathtaking scenery of this new world, leaving behind the weight of our responsibilities for a brief moment.
Demiurge's interruption came just as we were deeply immersed in the world's beauty. "Perhaps it is. I believe the beauty of this world exists to adorn you, my lords," Demiurge said, his voice filled with reverence.
Hearing this, Momonga couldn't resist commenting on his thought, "Indeed, it is beautiful. You say these stars exist to adorn me… perhaps that is so. Perhaps the reason that I have come here is to claim this chest of jewels which belongs to nobody else."
With a clenched fist extended before him, Momonga appeared to be grasping the stars themselves, even though it was merely his hand obscuring their brilliance. He chuckled at his own childish behavior.
He shrugged off his initial notion and continued with a sense of camaraderie among the Guardians which I don't know why he feels that way, "No, this is not something I can claim for myself. Perhaps these jewels are meant to adorn the Great Tomb of Nazarick; myself, and my friends from Ainz Ooal Gown."
Demiurge, ever loyal and ready to serve, responded with a touch of theatrics, "What a moving statement. If it is your wish, then by your command, I shall lead Nazarick's forces to claim this chest of jewels. I, Demiurge, would like nothing more than to present this chest of jewels to my lord and master, Momonga-sama."
These cheesy lines made me chuckle, and I wondered if Demiurge had also been intoxicated by the atmosphere. "As long as we do not know anything about the beings which live in this world, I can only say that your idea is foolish,"
Momonga interjected with a grin. "For all we know, we might be minuscule weaklings in this world. However, conquering this world might be quite interesting," he said with a smile
Conquer the world? Seriously? Who do they think they are, Thanos? It was a phrase that often sounded like some cliché line from some children's cartoon show, something the villains would shout with maniacal laughter with huge shadows and fire soaring in the back and shit.
Sigh..... the little bit of the relaxation I had is also gone now, Spending time with these nutjobs is making me want to skedaddle faster than a cat on a hot griddle. It's not a sitcom or a quirky road trip; it's genuinely giving me the 'Moments before disaster' vibe.
The more I hang around these people, the more I realize just how determined they are to become the rulers of everything. I mean, seriously, there's a floor inside the tomb that's bigger than this entire planet, and they still want to conquer this world? It's like a brain fuc#ing reality show where everyone's competing to be the ultimate bigwig and the grand prize? just...well, the world.
In the midst of my inner monologue, my self dreaming were suddenly shattered by a voice that boomed like a tsunami. I glanced downward and was greeted by the sight of Maree using her magic to manipulate the very ground and dirt around her.
She was covering the tomb's walls with dirt, seamlessly integrating it into the environment. Finally!... someone was taking practical action to reduce the tomb's conspicuousness and the potential threat of invasion.
Momonga, clearly impressed by Maree's tireless efforts, scampered off to reward her. So, there I was again, alone, but this time I had Albert, our very own fire-wielding butler, standing next to me, looking all dapper in his black suit with silver bling. He was balancing on some kind of fiery surfboard-like thing, which just added to the awkward vibe.
I couldn't help but shoot him a puzzled look, and before I could even voice my question, he read my mind. "Is there anything you need, my lord?" he inquired, embodying the essence of a devoted servant.
Unable to resist the absurdity of the situation, I blurted out, "Hey, Albert, how long do you reckon it'd take you to conquer this entire continent by yourself?"
Albert, not missing a beat, responded with an absurd level of confidence. "A month if I am alone, and a week if I am allowed to use our army."
Hearing this I couldn't decide if these folks were delusional or just really, really ambitious. Either way, there was definitely something wrong going on in their heads, and I couldn't help but laugh inside my mind at the whole bizarre scenario.
Feeling bored and tired of being on my own, I decided to head down to see what Momonga was up to. Upon my arrival, I noticed that several Floor Guardians had already gathered, including Sariel and Albedo. What caught my eye, though, was Momonga handing over the Guild Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown to Maree.
I couldn't help but wonder what the flick on EARTH! made him trust them so easily. I mean, what in the world was making him trust these folks like they were some pizza delivery guy?
As I observed the scene, I noticed something more interesting. The expressions on the NPCs' faces were priceless. Demiurge, in particular, looked like a sad dog with his tail hanging low. It was just too funny to see him like that after his recent display of respect towards me.
Feeling like a modern-day Santa Claus (or maybe just tickled by the whole drama playing out before my eyes), I reached into my bag of virtual goodies. I was on the hunt for an item that was about as useful to me as a invisible underwear on a beach day.
And there it was, the Ring of Solomon, all dark blue and fancy with a shiny black gem. It was a divine-class item with a cast of 72 demons Since I'm more of a lone wolf than a team player, summoning and babysitting demons wasn't my jam. Plus, those critters chugged mana like it was an open bar at happy hour. So, I thought, why not let Demiurge who is an archdemon have a go at it? Maybe he'd find a better use for it than I ever would.
I called out to Demiurge, and he came hurrying over, his hand over his chest in a formal gesture of readiness for any of my commands. I nonchalantly plucked the Ring of Solomon from my inventory and offered it to him. His expression was priceless, like a kid who'd been offered a mountain of candy yet didn't know whether to dive in or resist the temptation.
"Hey, Demiurge," I said with a sly grin, "you understand what this is?"
Demiurge's eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at the exquisite ring. "I-I can't believe my eyes, Lord Hyperion. Is it the Devine class item 'Ring of Solomon?' "
"Yep, that's the one," I replied, dangling it in front of him like a shiny lure. "I'm rewarding you for all your hard work "
His expression shifted from surprise to disbelief, and he stammered, "N-no-no, Lord, I could never fathom touching something as precious as this." His eyes darted between the ring and me, torn between desire and hesitation.
Albert, always the voice of reason, stepped in with a touch of cold authority. "Demiurge, Lord Hyper isn't asking. He's giving this to you. Just accept it." His words cut through the air like a frosty breeze, leaving no room for further argument which made my work easier.
With trembling hands and a mixture of awe and gratitude, Demiurge finally accepted the Ring of Solomon. His fingers, which had initially hesitated, now closed around the ring with a sense of wonder. It was as if he was holding a priceless treasure that had just fallen from the heavens. His eyes, once filled with uncertainty, now sparkled with anticipation as he realized the incredible power and potential that rested within the ring.
As the ring slid onto his slender finger, there was a brief moment of stillness. Then, a wave of energy surged through him, and he could feel the connection to the 72 demons contained within. It was a sensation unlike any other, and Demiurge couldn't help but smile and that was a rare display of emotion for the usually composed demon.
Demiurge, still wearing a faint but genuine smile, pledged to put the Ring of Solomon to the best possible use. His voice rang out with a newfound determination as he spoke, "I vow, Lord Hyperion, to utilize this extraordinary gift to its fullest potential, in service to Nazarick and your vision."
His words were a testament to his dedication and loyalty, and it was clear that he intended to honor the trust I had placed in him. Demiurge continued, his voice filled with a touch of reverence, "Your kindness knows no bounds, and I am humbled by your generosity, my lord."
The other NPCs who had been observing this exchange nodded in approval, recognizing the significance of the moment. It was like witnessing a bunch of usually stoic statues suddenly come to life at a comedy show. As I glanced around at their faces, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. It was as if I had accidentally stumbled into something and become the unwitting star of the show.
Dodging questions, reasoning, and the general mayhem of Nazarick, I decided it was time to make my grand exit. With a dramatic flourish (well, as dramatic as a teleportation can be), I whisked myself away back to the entrance, leaving the chaos behind. The denizens of this extraordinary world were like a bunch of overzealous fans at a rock concert, and I needed a break from the relentless spotlight.
My ultimate destination? The 11th floor, where my swanky palace stood in all its glory. The palace, complete with golden trimmings and a grandiose chandelier that could make even the sun jealous, was my little oasis of opulence in this madhouse. My mission? To soak my troubles away in the palace's hot spring, which had waters rumored to make you feel like you were bathing in liquid dreams. And after a rejuvenating soak, all I wanted was to indulge in a night of sleep that would make a baby jealous. Because let's face it, even in a world filled with bizarre characters and epic quests, a cozy bed and a warm bath were the real MVPs of the day. Off I went, hoping to escape the madness and soak up some well-deserved relaxation.