2 CH 2: Forms (1)

'I need to get my shit up! I am lucky to be transmigrated to a fantasy world, right? Yeah right!'

'I will live the way I want. Mm. Yep... Yeah.'

'...Maybe staying as undead is better.'

...

'No!' I cast away that thought because I need to be mentally strong without relying on an undead racial trait.

This form also has its own merits.

This wish is by far the most expensive where I think I spent the most wish points.

This form is not just giving me a humanoid form, It also has Its level.

To explain it more, this form is separate from my Overlord form, when I am in my Undead form, my racial and job class is different. The levels are also different.

This form is not human in the first place. This form is part of the heteromorphic race, Angels.

Contradictory right? I have two forms with elements that are opposed to each other.

And also, did I just mention the difference in levels. This form is far more superior to my other form.

To be exact, It's level 200. Yes, you heard it right. This form is Level 200, that It's comparable to the strongest boss monsters in YGGDRASIL, the World Enemies.

My Racial Class is the highest of all angels, a Seraphim. In YGGDRASIL, players that are focus on min-maxing will not spend a lot of their levels to further the racial class except for role-players but Seraphim is the most unique racial class in the game because to reach its highest and rarest final form, you're gonna invest a lot of levels. A lot.

Angels have 9 different Racial Classes, who are in the right mind would spend that lot of levels. Angels' racial leveling is not part of the norm that follows just these three, the Base, High, and Rare procedure.

Since I am level 200 in this form, I have no problem being full-on Seraph since I can still min-maxed on my job-classes.

Yes. My wishes are to have a separate form that has a level of 200 and the special job-level of a World Champion.

It seemed that the entity that sent me here fully know what my wishes are. Bravo.

My stats are monstrous!

'Not bad for not having an Emotion Stabilizer.'

My job-levels are focused on the warrior classes, but being the highest Angel is like being Priest/Cleric, It's like a mix of Divine, and Alternative magic. My mana is not as high as my Overlord form but It's comparable to an average Level 100 mage, I can cast up to 10th tier magic even though It's Divine, I am unique since I don't need a "Faith" to cast Faith-based magic, It works like normal magic casting on me.

My spells are all present because of my Racial class. To be exact, I spent 60 levels on my Racial levels. Then 100 levels focusing on the min-maxing warrior classes including the special World Champion class then 40 levels in Priest-related classes.

I have many spells related to Divine magic and have some Super Tier Magic too.

Since I am level 200, the stats are... Let's just say that I believe I could fight at least 25 players that are level 100 or so I think.

'Now now, let's check my items that come with it.'

I mentally thought of opening an item box and immediately a palm-sized dark, purplish portal that opens up in the fabric of space and time and I put my hand in it.

***

'Wow!'

I am now looking at my reflection in the mirror with golden armor and a well-crafted bastard sword in my right hand.

The golden armor has intricate designs all over it, the chest part of the armor has a golden lion face-shaped on it the same with both pauldron.

This armor is a World Champion class equipment like Touch Me's Compliance with Law.

And my sword is one of the High-tier Divine class items.

'Hmm. Let's see the wings!' I want to see my 6 wings so I mentally thought of it.

And then—

*Woosh*

I have a hunch that my armor is compatible with my wings and Immediately 6 white wings sprouted behind my back.

'Holy s–'

It's indeed a holy sight, I feel natural with my wings as if it's just a normal part of my body.

I manually flap it one by one and have fun with it for a while before retracting it back.

'So I can hide it huh? Maybe transmigrating is not that bad hm.'

I also realized that I have to go back to the Throne room and then change back to my undead form.

I wear my robe back and other items. And I can immediately feel that this form is weaker than my other form. Well, that's the difference between level 100 and 200.

I'm also amused by the idea of having an undead form that can heal via negative energy and having another that can heal normally.

'I am a bone man now and I also need to get ready before meeting the Floor Guardians there's still 2 hours left before the meeting.'

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[Third POV]

[In Lemegeton]

The guardians decided to meet up in the Lemegeton in one hour.

"Shalltear. You're. Late."

"Why?-de arinsu."

"Why are you late Shalltear?"

"It's because she stuffed so much there." A tomboyish looking child with dark skin said while grinning mockingly as she pointed to Shalltear's chest.

Her ears are pointed, a signature trait of the dark elves. She has golden hair and heterochromia, her left eye blue and right eye green. She wears reddish-black dragon scale leather covered by a white and gold vest embroidered with the sigil.

"O-Onee-san... T-That's."

"Hmm? It must be hard to have a crazy older sister, Mare." Aura furrowed her brows as she heard what Shalltear just said while continuing to walk gracefully to them.

The two that Shalltear just interacted with, are the twins. Aura Bella Fiora and Mare Bello Fiore, the Floor guardians of the 6th floor in the great tomb of Nazarick. Mare is the younger twin, they have similar appearances, both are dark-skinned and has heterochromia, she wears a blue dragon scale leather full-body suit, covered by a white and gold vest embroidered with the sigil and a forest green-leaf cloak and a white skirt.

"Enough. Of. These. Nonsense..." As he said that, cold air swept the area.

"... We. Cannot. Disappoint. Momonga-sama."

A tall insect-looking in pale blue covered in sharp spikes like icicles and shoulders and a back look like uplifted icebergs, he stood at 2.5 meters tall and has the appearance that looks like a fusion of a mantis and an ant with a tail twice as long as his height. He's four-armed, with one of the hands holds a sliver halberd.

Cocytus, the Floor guardian of the 5th floor. And also one of the four combat specialist of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Like the other guardians, Cocytus is angered by Shalltear's action because they are about to rehearse what to do in the most sacred place of the Supreme beings, the Throne room.

He thought that they should give their best to the last Supreme being and their great master, Momonga, to not disappoint him.

Shalltear's lateness lessened the time for her to join the rehearsal and failure might happen, and failure is not an option.

"I need to wear the most appropriate clothing and give my all on making my appearance beautiful for our great master because I also DON'T WANT TO 'DISAPPOINT' MOMONGA-SAMA." Shalltear tone is getting louder and the tension in the air is getting higher.

The beautifully dressed short stature of a woman can be described as a true beauty, she has pale shiny skin, seductive crimson-red eyes, and fine facial features. Her silver hair is tied in a ponytail through a large ribbon on top of it all, allowing others a full view of her face.

She wears a soft black evening dress with a big heavy skirt. Her upper body is dressed in a lace embellished ribbon and a short tailored jacket. Her hands are donned with long lace gloves, not exposing any bit of skin exterior. But her chest does not fit her appearance.

Her name is Shalltear Bloodfallen, the Floor guardian of the 1st to 3rd floors in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, she is a vampire of short stature and has the appearance of a buxom fourteen-year-old girl.

"... Are you saying that we should just go in front of the great leader of all the Supreme beings with shabby appearances?" She added but in a much softer tone.

It got the guardians to think with "Hmm..." and "She's right..." and also Shalltear's "lateness" is just a single minute.

"Apologies. Shalltear. As. I. Think. Of. It. Deeply. I. Realized. That. You're. Right. But. I. Think. Lateness. For. Something. This. Important. Is. Still. Intolerable."

"Enough, we're wasting time instead of rehearsing. Don't you all think?" A man in glasses wearing a British suit with a tie. He dressed like a gentleman but behind him is a silver tail covered with metal plates and six long spikes at the end.

Pair of eyes that lack eyeballs instead its shining jewels with numerous small cuts take the place of his eyeballs, behind the glasses which suggest he's not human. He is Demiurge, the Floor guard of the 7th floor in the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

"...We should continue the rehearsal Albedo."

"You're right, Demiurge."

****

[2 hours later]

The large door opened to the sacred place of the Supreme beings, the guardians walked in coordination till they reach the bottom of the stairs.

They cleanly and respectively genuflected towards the throne and bowed deeply, except Albedo who typically on the side of their master, a position worthy of jealousy.

Even if their great master is not here, they will still respect the whole floor as if their master is present.

Moments later, they could hear the door opened again behind their backs. They know who it was, they could feel his aura that unique only for Supreme Beings.

They didn't dare to move nor make a sound, as the sounds of their great master's footsteps and the tapping of his staff resounded the whole room.

They also sense that their master is with a company since there are two pairs of footsteps.

Still, they kept their heads deeply bowed even though their master finally reached and settled on the throne and the one accompanying him bowed below the stairs but a little distance away from them.

"Raise your heads." They heard the regal voice befitting only the leader of all the Supreme beings.

They coordinately raised their heads and they saw a skeleton, but not just any skeleton, It's one that part of the undead's highest order.

He's an Overlord, wearing an academic robe, jet-black academic gown adorned with golden and violet edges.

He's holding a staff that only he could wield. He's their great master and the leader of all of the Supreme Beings, and the most merciful that stayed with them.

The one that they swore fealty!

"First, I thank you all for coming here." They heard what he said and it made them happy.

"We don't deserve your praise. It's our duty as your servants to answer every of your call no matter what." Albedo said and none of the guardians opposed her statement.

"Hm."

"Momonga-sama, It's only natural that you should have doubts about us. After all, our abilities must be minuscule in your reckoning..."

"However, If Momonga-sama gives the order, we – all the guardians will accomplish any task set to us, no matter how difficult or arduous, with every fiber of our beings. We hereby swear that we will never allow the 41 Supreme Beings of Ainz Ooal Gown, our creators, to be disgraced by our actions."

"This we swear!"

The floor guardians chimed in right after Albedo. Their voices were filled with determination, power, and loyalty.