I'm Just Trying to Strangle These Fuckers (2)

Bum bum bee dum, bum bum bee dum dum.

Oh wait a fucking moment, hi there voices in my head you're all back! Me and Ainz have just cleared out the rest of the bandits by ordering the Pleiades to do it faster.

And faster they indeed did since they literally speedran grabbing all of the annoying cunts and promptly tied them all up in the village square.

Me and Ainz right now? We're congratulating their efforts and I'm about to take a good look at them.

(*cracks knuckles* Know this, little ones, no amount of of worship will ever be a sufficient reason or excuse to slaughter those in excess. Even to beings that seem truly grand or horrifying.)

The knights seemed to try and talk their ways out of getting absolutely fucking murdered by our servants, or worse, getting experimented on by us.

(HAVE NO FEAR, THOSE LOYAL TO THE WILL OF THE SIX! THESE MONSTERS WILL NOT DO ANYTHING TO HARM US, BECAUSE THEY CANNOT AFFORD A TRUE WA-

G̸̞͈̳̞͍̱̮͖̩̻̭͈͛̎̈́̉͂̑̄͌̌̍́̐͂̕ͅO̵̞͚͔͓͛̎̈́͋D̴̛̗͖́̓̄͐̋̌̄̚͝͝ ̵̡̛͓̱̱̠̼̗̘͙̀͊̇́̏͋̒̀̓̂Ḧ̸̡̢̩̫̘̙̲̯̘̻̞͇́͂͆ͅÁ̸̭͍̮͕̅̑͊͝S̷͖̺̓͌̀́̌̀͆̚̚ ̴̧̢̢̲̟̙͎̗̥̻̟̫͐͜F̶͖̰̿̚̚Ơ̷̢͕̮̻̻̫̬̜̫͆́̂̀̂̑͒͛͗͛͜͜R̵̪̆̓̋͛͐̉͒̃̉͠S̴̫̳͚̙̎̋̾̕͜Â̴̬̭̥͈͒K̴̦̳̻̹̰̹͒̃̀̍̈́̌͂̒͜͝͝͝͝E̴̢̙̜̬͇̝̺͓̦̱͎͎͔̪͊̿͒̊͂̓̏̏̐̑́̀Ņ̷̠̹̻̱̂̊̽̀̈́̆̏ ̴̣͗̿͋̃̄Ù̸͕̦̥̯̹̤͍̰̲̏̈̔̇́͒̏̔͗̈́͘S̶̡̳̓̀̑̂̅̂̓̀͒̚̕͠!̸̢͕͙̩̲̠̙̬̠̥͊̐̍̈́͂!̸̨̰̫͓͔̬̰͈͖̜̣̲̝͊͌͆͐̇̽́̅̆̈̃̎̕͜͠ ̸̢̡̛̙͓̓̓̐́̏̀̓̑͗͠͝B̸̤̥͓̘̠̻̳̩̯͌̎̆̀̿̽̏́͒͌̈́́̄͘̕Y̴̢̡̛̛̬̥̞̜͈̪͚̯̣̋͗͒͗̽̃͊͝ ̸̻͔̼̻͖̽̆͛̆͆̔W̵̧͕͎̙̹̬̠͔͌̈̀̂̆̒͒ͅI̶̹̰̓̈̅̊̋͆̈́̚͝L̴̞͙̹͇͂̀̚L̶̢̥̲̖̺̬̣͚͂̀̈́͒̌́ ̴̧̛̠̤̖̬̠̩̠͚̩̦̘̰͆̒͐̀̈̏͌̈́̀̆̓Ö̵͍̳͓͔͙̦̮̥̾̍͌͂̑̓̕͜͜F̵̡̛̮͕̟̥̳̹̐̑̆͌̿͗͗̅͘̚͠ ̵̨̧̤͎̪̤̰͊͆͑͝Ţ̴̙̤̪̑̽̌Ȟ̵̨̝͇̓̂̊̒̏͊̉̆̿̍́̕Ę̶̥̗̖̮̿̂̂̏̃͋̍́̒̕͝ ̵̧̡͈͔̰̙̘̙̜̪̙̺̝̉B̸͓̰̏̿̉́́̾̈̈́̂͆̈̚͝͝͝L̴̢̛̼̝̜͇̟̱͕̳͊̆̉̌͘͠͝͠I̸̡̢̨͈̩͖̱̋Ǹ̶͕̩̏̽̑́̇̔D̵̞͎̩̜̖̦̲̪͍̤̜͍͓̳̙̍̄̆̀͛̕ ̶͔̝̏̓G̸̛̖͔̱͇͎͆͛̅̅̔̊͊̂͊̍̚͜O̸͚̪̪̲̭͒͑͐͂́̒̉͜͠͝D̶̲̙̙̞͒̽́͊̒̽̂͂̐̄̐̌̓͠͝S̴͔͎̆́̒̐̒̉͊̀,̶̢̢̛̫̭̞͍̟̪̥͉̝͓̥̭̀̃̆̿̏̐̓̋̅́̅̑͘̕ͅ ̵̜̭̮͉̭͕̲̳̮͊̈́͐̄͑̂̎̇̉̏̓͐̑̀̚ͅṖ̶̡̛̪̮͖̯̫̦̄͊̅̍́̿̃͐̂̅͘L̴̛̪̦̆͜E̷̹̦̫͚̿̓̔̀̇͗A̷̤̩̪̲͍̒͌̈̆͋͊̀S̸̢̙͎͎̲͋̿̀̚͠Ę̷̢̮̊̓̾̅̅͆͂́͒̍͋͠ ̷̢̧̦͚͚͕̩̘̤̩̼̝̳̀̽̾̑̔̓̔̿̃̏̅͒̕S̸͊̿̒̓̉̈́̈́̈̽̀͌̓̚͜͝P̵͎̘̮̄͛̋̚Ạ̶̭͊̀̑̀́̊̓̊͌͊̕Ŕ̶̨̲̹̱̣̀͗̽̓͛̇E̸̗̱͓̺̥̪̼̥̩̽ ̴̛̘̮̰͈̦̼̮̻̗͉͓͕̈́̾̊́͗͆͆̉̈͑̋̎͘͠M̸̡̜̼̦̗͋̽͋͜E̴̝͍̔̀̓͜͝,̶̻̟͔̅̅͊̅̂͂̉͊͜ ̶̺̗͔̟̻̥̖̰͓̼͍̀̀͐͌̑͊̕̚̚͜ͅK̸̢̨̞̹̜̞͓͐̇͛͒́̌̊̚I̴̩̩̰̮͌L̸̨̹͕͚̳̣͓̘̖̝̎̐̓̆̽͆̒L̷̢͈͙̘̳̜͉̗͇͙̋̈̄̀̾͘͝ ̶̳͛̋̊́̈́̓̍͌͛̌̚͠͝Ț̶̨̪̟͉̟͙̘̮͕̤̃͋̒̊͑̅̊͜Ḩ̵̛̘̱͖̤͗̏͆͐̎͂̂̆͑̇̀͐̏̀͜E̴̢̥̙̝͔̙̲͉̳̮̣̿̅M̵̧̢̨̯̼̼̬̤̻̦̱̍̎̂͊͂͑̊̒̔̈́̏͌͜͝͝͝ ̴̛̝͉͉͚̩͕̄̑̈́͐̈́͂͑̈́̿͋̋̽̋Ķ̵̢̲̪͕̝́̌̔̀̐̋̈́̈́̚Į̵̠̦͙̦̹̹̖͕͙̯̅́͒͌̅̋̑̄̈́̀̋͠͠͝L̶̢̟̥̞̫̘̙̖̬͓̀͋̄̏͜͜͠L̴̢̥͇̣̲͇̺̣͖͓̩̆̌̅͛͆̓́̐̋̋̀̎͐̔ ̴̛̮̳͉͚́̇̓͐̄̑̑̿͆̃͊̕͘̚Ṭ̷̟͓̤͔͍̟̘̲̠̆̑̍͑͘͘͝͝H̴̼͙̹̫̫̻͓̊́͑̚Ẹ̶̦͂͊̾̒̓̎̽̈͝M̷̖̠͗̋̌̈́͂̾̂̉͘͠ ̴͖̋̑̽͝K̵̨̗̤̞͎͇̜͗I̵͍̫̤̻̱̍̓͂̔͐̾͆̇̈́̀͆̚͜͝Ľ̶̢͈̮͙̲̞̹ͅL̶̢̨̩͎͇̹̯̰̰̦̇͑͜ ̷̛͖̪͈̰̳̝̈́̽̾͛́̿̍́̊̑̔͜͜͝͝T̴̨͚̥̗̬͉̈́̾̆̐̈̃́͝H̴̢̢̨̨̲̭̠͓͈͍͖͛̈́̃̍͐͜E̷̡̧͓̠̭̰̜̰̬͙̭̗̺̻͈̿M̶͚̫̥̈́̌̑̐ͅ ̶̧̫̝̣̣̖̼̝̮͕̙̲̻̪̇̆ͅĶ̶̙̪̯̃Į̵̡̛͚̮̼͙̳͎̑͊̃̅̀̑̌̅̓̅́̀̕ͅĻ̷̛̛̦̭͖̙̯̝̋́̂̑̉̿͊̀̋͗̑͝͝Ḽ̵̦́ ̷̡̛̠̙̠̤̝̮̍̾͂̊̈̈̂̕͜T̵͍̼̹͈̱͚̹̼͍̟͈̆̋̈́͋̂̅͑̒̕͝͝Ḧ̵̙̗̳͉̭͖̠̯͑͜E̶̛̤͆̒͝M̵̹͉̙͔͇̼̑̎̆̇́̀̓̐̓̓́̈͘͜͠ ̸̦̬̘̎̽̓̋̓̒̚K̸̭̥͈͙̟͍̳̘͈̜̑̏̌͂͑͊̃̓̚̚͝I̷̡̬͖̹͈̣̯̗̱͓̹͑̋ͅL̴̨̮̞̖̹̗̲͍̫̘̣̩͓̉̈́̚L̴̨̙͕͈̜̬̲̻̮͕̰̒̋̓͝ ̷̧͓̦̗͉̩̐̄̾̇T̸̖͚̤̭̖̺̳͉̅͗͌̂̊̋̔̔̃̋͜͝H̶̞̺͉̯̥̬̪̦̻͖͔̐̉͋̐͐̑́͆̄̈̅̃̕͘ͅE̸̞͉̫͉̠̽̆̔́͐̽̏̇ͅM̷̻͙͉̦̦͈̩̎̀̈̂̆̀̂̿̏̔̇̊̐̕͝ ̶̢̨̨̰͉̻̩͉̟̳̣͉̟̓̕K̸̛̗͈͍̹̹̀̓͐̑̀̊̉̔̓͆̆Ỉ̸͈̭̪̔̈́̈́̾͑̚͘̚L̸̡̢̝̹͕̗̬̙̱͉͎̤͉̇͝͝L̶̡̫̱̝͔͔̜͚̻̰̺͕̤̬̐͜ ̵̰̤̩̠̼͕̻͈̻̤͈̮̟̺̥̋̆̆̌̎͆̈́̽̈́Ṭ̷̯͍̏̃̀͆̊̃͌̋́̾̀̉͝Ḩ̸̢̡̢̭͈͎̟̣̬͇̮̮̼̅͛̽̉͘Ȩ̶̼͔̜̹̗̤͚̦̖͜͠M̴̛̺͇̋͋̾ ̵̧̡̗͉̰̣͍͙̲͍͔̃̾̀̚K̸̗͉̤̅͋̄̄̅́̕I̶̝̙̫͖̊̐͆̈́̑Ḷ̸͖̟̳͙͓͖̤̦͖̈̓̎̾̾́̒̓̍͑̽̔͘͜Ľ̷̠̝̄̅̀̊̚͘ ̷̟̯̬̱̤̱͙̪̃̀͂̓̅͛͠T̷̛̠̭͔͚̭̖̻̫͇̜̘̥͖̓̉H̷̱̗̞̤̎̈̏̋͗̐͝Ȩ̵̛͓̲̟̝̤̫̝̘̉͜͝ͅM̶̟̼̬̟̅́̎͜͜ ̷̛̰͎̭̻̞̠̯͈̳̭̙͋̉̔̇̾͗̆͒͐͑͋͝͠͠ͅK̷̡̬̰͖̼̰͓̠̅̈́̈̓̈Į̶̗̳̩̜͔̜̪͍͙̥͇̉̈̀̀̄̋͌͊͂͝ͅL̶̨̛̹̣͉̩̤̤̟̮̆́͊̍̈́͛̎͘͝Ľ̷̮̙̲̜̲̺̭̞̳͉͍̟͆̑̄̀̊͋ ̴̧͉̹̤͓̰̥̗̝͙͉́ͅͅT̴̨͍̗͙̤͍̑͒ͅḪ̶̡̬̜̫̭̟̩̀̈́͗̉͒̀̈́̔̍̓̏̀͘͝È̷̙̳̣̙͔͔͔̰̭̫̙̑͑̌͛̎̄̚͝M̷̙͖̺͍̼͕̗͍͖̯̽̍ ̸̛͈̺̏̉̚Ķ̴̨̛̣̮̰͉̾̊͛̀̈́̆̚̕̚I̷̢͍̰͓̘͕̻̦̳̘̬͂̀̽͂͆̽̈L̵̡͔͉͚̞̂́̆̂̾́̑̕̚ͅL̷̛̻̰̬̑̈́̃ ̷̨͔̺͕͚͍̘̖͐͐̓͑̂̉̃͜ͅŢ̴̥͓̺̘̘͎͇̘̩͉̙̹̀̓͗̊͆̎̚͜͝ͅH̷̨̟̤̝̹̞͓̼̽͝E̷̱̹̩̟̝͙̲̤̦̺͕͉̤̘̿ͅM̶̡̛̛̟͎̝͍̖̹̗͔̥̒̕,̷͉̺͙̰̭̂ ̴̯̺̙͊̇̈͑͗̀͑̉͐͘̚͝͝͝Į̵̣̹̻̙̖͉͇̇̈́̽̃͜ ̶͇̇̈́̒̏̽͌͌̈́̀̒̉̍͆̕D̷̨̜͖͓͔̝̰̯͖̥̤̞͎̈̑̾̒̒̍̕Ǒ̸̞͇̭̪̳̝͖̗̬̃͐̽̌͋̂͝ͅŅ̵̧̡͍̘̼̭̻̯͈̣̱̥͉̍̽̉̓̽'̷̧̯̱͉͈͖͒̈́̔͘͝T̷̢̡͉̼̙͍̯͚̠̪̼̖̳̤͗̉̏̒̍̕ ̷̬̖͍̤͎̞͓̻͍̩͔͑Ẉ̶̧̡͕̘̲̥̝̦̭͕̘̯̜̈́̄͂̌̽̆̀̂̕̚͝Ą̸̨͍̻͎̦̀̓̍̏̒̾̽̍̀̿͌̚͝N̷͖̘͕̙̣̉͒͛Ţ̷̪̱͈͎͍̹̖͚͍̺́̈́͒͘̚ ̶̡̙̺̘͉͖͙̘͕̥͖̥̮͘͜Ţ̷̱̻͙̩͋Ơ̷̛̛̞̪̜͓̭̙͍̣̞̖̿̓̉̋̋͛̚͜͠ͅ ̴̨̧̨̱͍̱͈̗̹͕̠͍̭͋̌̈́̏̐̓̓̚͝ͅḒ̵͚̣͇̬̬̲͆̋̽̏͂͂̋̈̃̚I̷̘̜͓̓͂̅̑̐̑̄̂̃͒͒̔͜͠Ę̶̨̢̡̨̛̺̩̥͇̥͚̳͐̄̑̎̀̆͂̀͑̐̎̎̕̚,̶̨̥̪̦̤̟̙̗̤̾̇̉̈́͌͗͜ͅṀ̴̢̡̖̙̠̠̯̺̼̈͒͌̽͝͝Ǫ̵̧͈̤̥̠͙͉͖̺͉̠̝̬̯̈́͑́̑̋͗̅͆̉̈̓̂́͝͠T̵̨̡̧̛̹̠̲̗̩̘̀̅̌̉̓̑̄̆̄̆̕H̸̡̻͎͕̮͔̞̥͉̤̜̭̓͌̿͜Ḙ̶̭̮̞͖̏͗̀̈́͐͋̀̒̌̉͘͜R̴̬͕̞̭̱̭̥̬̐͂̌̃̑̕ ̵͎͋̍̏̓̄̈́̀͑̇̿͐͠Ṡ̸͔̗̦́͋͛͊̈́̃̕͝ͅȀ̴̢̯̝̬̯͔͉̆̎̓̀͠V̶̢̧̧̧͓̺̩̜̩̺͚̒̎͂̈́̆͊̈́̾̃̀͜͝͠͝É̶̢̹̟̰̮̲̗͎̣̹̹͙̻̹̳͑̃͑̃̃̒̈́̒͑͗̑̈́͠ ̷̢̦̰͙͓̹̠̑̈́̒͊̅̚̚͜ͅM̸̠̤͙̫̹̤̫͉͍̙̞̤̆̓̈́̎È̸̛̮̯̖̙̞̍̾͌͂̇̽́͆̌̊̀ͅ ̷̛̩̄̅͆̐̅Ḿ̷̢̧̰̼͍̬̝̮̬̱̹̹̓͐̂̉̔O̷̺̗̩͖͓͋̉͑̆͐̔̈́̏̈́͝͠͝Ţ̸̡̨̧̤͕̹͕͙̬̲̲̖̙̮̑̆́̇̃̎̋̓͐H̶̨̞̮̦̹̰̭͔͎̭̭̫̦̬̲̓̔̀Ȇ̷̛̖̹̖͖̘͈̪̭̬̆͂̓̍̈́̅̀̽͘͝-̶̢̛̟̦̈́̃͋̓̇̀̓̋͆̋͋̚)

The poor bastard didn't even notice that I casted a very fun spell. Something along the lines of making him experience what I'm feeling every single second.

(Be silent, loud child. We will make use of you yet.)

Did I also mention that since I'm a machine, I have a skill related to stealing knowledge? Because of course I do. It's always so useful to us since we were a PK Guild, and getting info about where players have last been, what they last interacted with, and what their last buffs were.

Info's always something that is supposed to be heavily tried to access when it comes to being in a Guild such as ours. And I was one of the top information gatherers when it came to the Guild.

(My good friend, behind me, is the leader of a guild that I have been part of. I will not be giving you his name, but mine.

I am Mekhanikum, Abhorred and Vilified God of Technology and Suffering, the truest form of the Machine Spirit, and your current captor.

You will calm yourselves, and not try to kill yourselves. It pointless to kill yourself when I can simply pressure you to not die quickly, and under my grasp, dying quickly is one of the grandest mercies that I can allot to naughty children that harm the other children.)

[Mekhaine, that was very-]

[Embarassing? Dude, they think we're gods, and I'm a capitalist, what did you think I was going to do with this. The NPCs are more or less thinking of the exact same thing as well.]

He sighed as he then cleared his throat out.

(Good day to you all, as my friend had said, I am the leader of a guild that had recently come to this land. I would wish to inquire of the current scape and scope of the lands around us.

I wish for peace, like many others. It would prove to be such a shame to have to carve the knowledge right out of your souls.)

The air fucking chilled as I could hear Albedo panting with glee at the "cruelty" that the man that she loved was showing off.

(W-we don't wish to impose upon you, oh Lords! We were given this order by our superiors!)

[Momon, Anti-Divi and Anti-Scrying, now]

[Got it.]

He casted four different spells silently as they covered the village square, and I walked forward to have a good little chat with the remaining members of this "knight" order.

(I believe that would be this, Theocracy, correct? Your gods? We are familiar with them. We have made battle with them many times before. They are dead currently, correct? not protected by the same protections that me and my friend have currently?)

(I-I, p-please-)

(Sparing you simply for knowledge that we have been made aware of long ago is simply not going to do. So I'll just indulge myself in the hatred that I've felt for a while, when it comes to children like you.

Kill each other, and I'll let the last one join us as a true beautiful existence.)

The Pleiades were all applauding me as they kept speaking about how they were willing to kill some of them for sport.

(Mekhaine-sama, I wish to aid thee in the punishment of these lesser beings! They have harmed you for the last time, and as you said my lord, they are guilty. The guilty are to be removed, correct?)

I looked at Yuri Alpha and shook my head as I pet hers.

(Calm thyself child, and learn to temper thy heart. Your mother would be grandly saddened to hear you so willing to harm those that we have not given the order to harm.

Let them cull themselves. That way, the shrewdest and bloodiest of them may be blessed enough to join MY kin.)

She and the other members of the group that came with us started to express their dissatisfaction at the new plan I was concocting.

(Preposterous my lord! It's a filthy human! If anything, they should be ground up to continue to grow the soil that they so willingly trample upon!)

(Mekhaine-sama, if you wish, I can melt them this moment!)

(Mekhaine-sama, I can vaporize them, if you want me to.)

(Me me! I want to have a good hunt!)

Albedo looked at all of them as they immediately cowed as she herself bowed her helmeted head and spoke out.

(Mekhaine-sama, forgive me, but please enlighten this servant of yours. Why would you bless the humans with a chance to ascend to our level? Are we not sufficient enough to serve thee? Have we erred in some way for you to make such a drastic decision? Please allow us to rectify the issue that may have grown and serve you better!)

I couldn't help but feel a little bit of embarrassment, no scratch that, this shit was just pure cringe that I had to suck right up.

(Albedo, little one, this is just experimentation. I want to see just how much I could do with these...New World people.

The idea that I could apply some of my abilities into them, and instill the same degree of loyalty over them, it's just delicious to think and plan to do.)

She seemed to brighten up as she "understood" what my plans really entailed to. The idea that I was going to stick these guys into my "nursery".

(Sasuga Mekhaine-sama! These lesser beings don't even know what sort of fate is in store with them! They'll never be able to fully discern their true potential without the guiding hand of a Supreme Being! Allow me to be presumptuous my lord, but is it foolish for me to assume that the basics of this plan was given to you by Lord Momonga?)

I did my best to warp my face to a smile, and she clasped her weapon in her hands as she couldn't help but smile herself. Well I assume she's smiling, she's still wearing her helmet, after all.

Alrighty then, let me just go and knock them all out and then, there we go, a couple dozen meatbags to have ourselves a merry little time. Now isn't that just grand? Some good old torture by Demiurge, breeding projects from Neuronist.

Good times, I remember how I dragged a couple elves back in Alfheim and had some of the NPC's properly dissect them to get a good idea of what one could and would actually do with them.

(H3Y B055, W3 H4V3 4N 155U3.)

(Yes V1? Do you have anything to add into this little conversation?)

(3N3M135, P3RM15510N 2 T3RM1N4T3?)

(Granted, unless in the situation that you believe that they're too much for you.)

He nodded as he jump slammed twice onto the ground and flew away using some special little methods. Those wings do actually have [Flight] in them for default, but then again, I'm not really the type to deny my units some good old fashioned violence.

Knowing that he was going to absolutely kick the shit into the backup group, and that there were going to be some divination spells being used to watch the battle, I opted to call Momonga to have a chat with the village chief.

Good old guy, honestly, tries his damnedest to protect his people. Enri, on the other hand, was staying near Ainz, making sure to try and help translate some of the things that we were trying to say, which was slowly going to be obsolete since I already downloaded all of the knowledge into my in-situ storage banks in the Tomb.

The other guildies were a bit confused about what I was doing, and what was its purpose, up until I showed that it was more buffs. I had, to say the least, a painful early game, even more than just the regular Heteromorphic Player.

Shit was difficult due to all of the debuffs that I had, barely capable of moving, barely capable of dodging, and my damage was barely enough to outpace any enemy's natural regen.

Painful early game, but it snowballs hard once you get into a good rhythm. The gear is also phenomenal, when you're in the late game.

My weapon was more or less kinda BS, just like the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, only that it was less magical in nature and provided the good friend of most types of damage, including True Damage.

The [Poly-Metal Mechanite Mangler], boy that's a bit of a tongue twister, is a special little tool that almost gets close to the sort of madness that the Soul of Eternity that Terraria players have to go through just to craft it.

Thankfully, the pay-to-win system of Yggdrasil was more or less merciful, since it ups the drop chance of some of these materials by ten percent, and ten percent of something that should only really be in the ten-thousandths is a godsend.

Especially when it felt like I was so close to having a seizure whenever I pull a multi-nighter and look like Ainz's character, but less big and more cracked up.

The other little kids seemed to be mourning as I knew that I had to play the role again. Benevolent god, remember, benevolent and pained god.

(Why art thou shedding tears little ones?)

My question, was fucking stupid, I know that, but they were kids, and I didn't want o actually fucking scar them with something really really bad.

(My mommy and daddy are dead!)

(Grandpa won't wake up!)

(Big sis is covered in the weird red stuff.)

Those. Those were more or less the words that I heard, when I snapped and the Pleiades were immediately by my side.

(Little ones, allow me to speak. I can bring your family back, but things will change. They might not be the same, and I don't want you to bear the weight of a decision that you'll never know if you'll regr-)

I heard them all go into a complete and utter cacophony as they begged me, fucking begged me to bring their family and loved ones back.

(So be it, CZ Delta, Lupusregina, and Entoma. You are to bring the corpses of these villagers' family members, and deposit them to my lab. Do so with care, I require most of their brain to be able to properly perform the necessary procedures.)

(Understood, Mekhaine-san.)

(Sure thing, Lord Mekhaine!)

(Will do Lord Mekhaine!)

The latter two were more or less chipper, but poor little CZ Delta still wasn't completely capable of giving all the possible emotions needed to convey things.

{Note to self, research possible modules that could apply more processing power to emotional capacity, or reallocate resources in her base code to allot more processing power to being able to have emotions.}

I think to myself, as they dragged the fresh meat all of the way back to the Tomb via a teleportation spell, as me and Momonga were more or less just here, vining with the villagers, with them looking at us, probably thinking that we're just going to make the slaughter even worse, as they wait for the other shoe to just drop.

Not gonna lie, that's kinda funny for them to think. I looked at Enri as I asked her a question that nearly nobody could really reasonably think about in that moment.

(What forms of music do your people know of, little one?)

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/Albedo POV/

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Once again, Mekhaine-sama had proven himself one of the grandest of the Supreme Beings. It truly warms my heart that another one of Ainz-sama's old friends still make themselves available for them.

But to even know about the current political state of the world from a mere peasant! What wondrous and devilishly grand intellect. I could only gaze in awe and pride that I serve two of the greatest beings in the world.

The love of my life, Ainz-sama, and one of the strongest of the Supreme Beings, Mekhaine-sama. Though I am more than confused about what grand plans Mekhaine-sama has for these worthless lesser beings, I could only assume that it is for the good of the Tomb of Nazarick!

(Ainz-sama, my beloved. Forgive me for my impertinence, but I have an inquiry, my lord. Why haven't you and Mekhaine-sama returned to the IRL yet?)

My question seemed to have gotten Ainz-sama's attention, as he cleared his throat and asked me in return (The IRL, Albedo?)

I see! He wishes to give an explanation slowly! As expected of my beloved's intellect and wisdom!

(The IRL my lord, where you and the other Supreme Beings return to for sustenance and recuperation! Why have you yet to return to the IRL my lord?)

Ainz-sama seemed open his mouth, until he seized up and looked to Mekhaine-sama.

(Mekhaine.)

(Oh? What's up Ainz?)

(Could you carefully explain the concept of the IRL to them? It would prove to burst poor Albedo's mind and leak her brains out of her ears should we properly give her all there is to know about it.)

(Well, I suppose this talk has had its fun for being evaded enough, so allow me old friend.)

(Thank you, I will go snd continue a conversation with the village chief. It would prove useful to have more of an idea about the current state of this world.)

(Indeed it would, my friend. Now then young one, the IRL.)

(Yes, Mekhaine-sama. The IRL, the realm that all of the Supreme Beings and the other enemy Players return to after leading their own factions in Yggdrasil.)

(Hmm, I'm proud of you and the other NPCs of Nazarick, little Albedo, for being aware of the things that we beings can undergo.)

I felt the pride swell in my chest from the words that Mekhaine-sama offered me. To be praised for observing something of such complexity! What a feeling!

(If I were to simplify it, the IRL is where we first created out forms, and we casted them into Yggdrasil. Many of us have had the time to stay within the world for long periods of time.

But what we, me and Ainz respectively, have done here, has decidedly broken all of the rules that we Supreme Beings have been upholding, and in doing so, myself and Ainz have found ourselves cast away, to be in our forms for the rest of eternity.

To put it simpler, little one, we have "fallen" like an angel, all because we wished to preserve the legacy that we have built here. I do not fully know the fate that is paved for us, but I can calculate it, understand it, see it, with enough time.

We have always loved you, little ones. Your creators, they....a great sacrifice was needed to preserve the greatness of the Tomb, to save it from the end of Yggdrasil.

To protect Nazarick from the truest sense of entropy, an entropy that would corrode all of us. And the only way to go against entropy, is to create.

To go against rot, requires rebirth, and so we did, we rebirthed ourselves, casting our chances to see who would take care of the Tomb and all of you, my dear.

I hold nothing, but the deepest remorse my child, for your father, and all of the other Supreme Beings, are dead. Unable to be recovered, reformed, reshaped, lest we wish to make false facsimiles of who they once were.)

.....No, by the...this cannot be. They sacrificed themselves, for us? For all of us, we who should have been in their place. What's this? What's on my face? Why is there liquid in my helmet, I shouldn't be getting it wet, Tabula-sama will get agitat-

Huh? Mekhaine-sama? Why is he patting my shoulder? Ah, wait, I see, I'm crying right now.

(Shed, oh child of mine. For these tears right now shall never be shed ever again, I promise you. I and Ainz have made a promise to all of our friends, who are your parents and creators, that none of you would ever be harmed ever again.)

My tears fell even more as I couldn't hold myself in. This is, this is one of the greatest tragedies that I've been made aware of.

No! I need to be strong, for Ainz-sama!

(T-thank *sniffles* you Mekhaine-sama. The truth is always appreciated, and I will forever cherish the sacrifice made by all of the Supreme Beings.)

(My child, we are your parents and creators. Parents, will and should always be willing to give everything up for their children, even if it meant that we would end up being erased for it.)

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/Frank POV/

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I cannot actually believe that I pulled that bullshit out of my ass. It can't even be bullshit no more, that's some Colchis Bull levels of pure shit that I just spouted out in record fucking time.

Gods, I mean, does it really matter? It technically works, since canonically they're never going to see them ever again. Even if something changes, I'd be able to say something really special and make things all the easier for all of us.

A pretty white lie, once broken, is going to subsequently cause someone to die.