Did I got Isekaid again

Hyper index POV

I'm feeling both relieved and anxious. Things have gone according to my plan so far, but I worry about the "butterfly effect." After being reborn here and joining Ainz Ooal Gown, a powerful guild, I realize now that I should have replaced a random member. I don't think the guild would have reached the top rank without my help. What if the server hadn't shut down? What if the player I replaced did something wrong? I let out a sigh, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

As I'm lost in thought, I notice something unusual – a kind of rhythm or echo that doesn't match a regular heartbeat. It's like I've inherited a body that's different, but it doesn't feel strange. In fact, it's as if I've been in this body for centuries.

My tension continues to build until a red aura, visible only to me, surrounds me, calming me down. Unknowingly, my aura leaks a bit, but I'm not the only one. Momonga's aura is leaking too. He's trying different functions and attempting to contact the game administrators. He's even trying to force a log-off, but nothing is working. We're both stuck.

My thoughts churned with uncertainty, contemplating the possibility that we might have been transported to an entirely different world. My knowledge was tethered to a specific point in the manga, and with no updates to provide clarity, my mind was adrift with questions about our current reality. Lost in this reflection, Momonga's voice snapped me back to the present.

"Hey, Hyper, have you ever thought about the chance that we might not be in the same world anymore?" Momonga's words reverberated within me, carrying both intrigue and a hint of concern. His question felt almost surreal, like a thread of doubt woven into the fabric of our experiences. His expression held a weight, as if he were a ruler grappling with uncharted territory. Oddly, I noticed the movement of his lips – a phenomenon that defied the game's limitations.

Absorbing his words, I responded using the mental connection reserved for guild members. "I've actually been contemplating the same possibility, Momonga. It's crossed my mind that we might have been transported to an entirely different realm," I conveyed silently, allowing my words to traverse the private mental channel we shared. "I suggest we use the secure messaging function to ensure our conversation remains confidential. We wouldn't want our words to be overheard by anyone else."

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and Momonga engaged in the secure messaging mode. As he did so, a sense of gravity settled upon us, as we grappled with the enigmatic prospect of finding ourselves in an unfamiliar world. In the midst of this uncertainty, we were compelled to acknowledge the potential reality of our situation and the implications it carried.

"Momonga, I understand that this situation is incredibly unsettling," I responded, my tone measured and composed. "But we need to approach this with a rational mindset. Panicking won't help us find answers."

Momonga's eyes held a wild, almost desperate gleam, his worry palpable even through our mental connection. "Hyper, you don't understand. This isn't just a minor glitch or a game event. What if something has gone horribly wrong?"

I sighed inwardly, my concern for Momonga's state of mind growing. "I know you're worried, but we can't jump to conclusions. Our first step should be to gather information. Let's assess our surroundings, try to make contact with other players or guild members, and see if we can piece together what's happening."

Amid the intensity of our conversation, a gentle green aura unexpectedly enveloped Momonga. The aura seemed to radiate a calming energy, much like the red aura that had soothed my own worries earlier. I could feel a shift in Momonga's emotions as the tension in his shoulders began to ease.

Momonga's tense expression began to soften as if my words were a lifeline in the midst of his panic. "You're right. We need to gather facts before we jump to any conclusions. But what if there's no way back? What if this is our new reality?"

"We won't know until we explore our options," I assured him. "And remember, we're not alone in this. We have each other, and we have our guild's strength. Let's stay composed and work together to navigate whatever challenges lie ahead."

The calming green aura's influence deepened, as Momonga's shoulders sagged and he nodded slowly. "You're right, Hyper. I need to calm down and think more rationally."

"Exactly," I replied, offering a reassuring mental nod. "We'll face this head-on, step by step. Together."

As the conversation continued, the gentle green aura persisted, its presence serving as a soothing undercurrent to our discussion. In the midst of uncertainty, it seemed that an unseen force was working to bring tranquility to Momonga's turbulent emotions, reinforcing the bond that united us in this new and perplexing world.

Amidst the uncertainties of our situation, my attention shifted to the stoic figure of Sebas Tian, the butler of Nazarick, standing nearby. His presence served as a reminder of the formidable resources at our disposal within this perplexing realm. Taking a deep breath, I re-centered my focus on Momonga.

"Momonga, consider this: we possess an advantage here. This is the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and we have steadfast NPCs like Sebas Tian at our beck and call," I explained, my voice carrying a hint of determination. "Sebas is an unwavering asset. I'll issue a command for him to scout the surroundings, gather any information available."

With shared understanding, Momonga's gaze shifted towards Sebas, his expression transforming into one of regal authority. It was as though he had effortlessly embraced the role of a king, directing orders to his devoted subjects.

Sebas Tian retained his unwavering posture, a blend of dutiful service and loyalty. His shoulders squared resolutely, chin held high, projecting the aura of a loyal servant prepared to enact his master's will. A subtle twitch at the corner of his lips conveyed respect, a quiet affirmation of his readiness to fulfill his duty.

"Sebas Tian," I began, my voice resonating with a commanding presence. "I hereby command you to venture forth and survey the environs of Nazarick. Assess the situation, gather any relevant intelligence, and deliver your findings at the amphitheater on the 6th floor."

Sebas's eyes, typically calm and discerning, momentarily flickered with acknowledgment of the task ahead. A moment of tacit agreement lingered in the air, bridging the gap between directive and compliance, as his gaze met mine. Then, in one fluid motion, he executed a deep bow that radiated dedication and readiness to undertake his mission.

"Understood, Lord Hyper. I shall carry out your command with due promptness," Sebas replied, his voice resonating with deference and responsibility.

As Sebas began to depart, Momonga and I exchanged a glance, silently recognizing the significance of our actions in this uncharted territory. Our collaboration was proving indispensable in these uncertain times. With Sebas's departure, a renewed sense of determination settled over us, affirming that we held the means to confront whatever challenges awaited.

"Hyper, we're proceeding in the right direction," Momonga affirmed, a trace of unwavering determination in his tone. "We'll collect information, evaluate the situation, and then make informed decisions. Our combined efforts will guide us through this."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a renewed sense of purpose as the mantle of leadership settled upon us. "Absolutely, Momonga. Just as we've surmounted countless trials before, we'll confront this challenge united. Whatever the outcome, we'll face it together."

Empowered by our resolve, we directed our gaze towards the uncertain future, poised to seize control of our destiny within this enigmatic new realm.