The First Customer
Have you ever wondered, what is beyond space and time? Is it another dimension? Or maybe an unknown being resides there waiting and abiding it's time to attack?
Well, the answer is nothing. Or should I say It's nothing that a human could comprehend?
That's what I am. Nothing. Made by the creator as a boundary, as a limit, as a wall that prevents dimensions to collapse on each other.
Now, you might be wondering how I have consciousness. Isn't that against the law of nothing then? won't you become something instead?
That's what I thought too. But the creator then said this.
"Eh, do whatever you want. This is a fanfic anyways."
I wonder if I would be able to beat up my creator once in the future.
So then, I decided to open my cafe. a Void Cafe.
And that's how a mumbled-jumbled-up alternate omniverse is created.
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"This should be good enough."
I've read and studied all the basics of how to make a modern-style cafe for a month now. Personally, I think it looks great.
It got a Tv (that has all the channels from all over the multiverse), classic music (got to kidnap and 'asks' the god of music this one), extraordinary chairs (personally built by the creator itself)
Now, I just have to step up my coffee and food-making skills then we would be good to go.
If you might ask, How and where would I get my customers? The answer to that is by connecting the door to this cafe through me.
Now that I can control my existence which should act as a wall for dimensions, I can temporarily make a hole and it shall act as a gate for the costumers to enter.
How am I going to connect these doors? I just scattered a bunch of my doors everywhere around the Omniverse.
And then boom! They can now enter the cafe! Space? Time? What's that?
Though first, I have to change my appearance, can't accept any customers with a body made of smoke like this.
So now, shall we welcome our first customer?
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"Good work today as well, Sebas."
A deep voice filled with charisma resounded throughout the entire room from a mirror. In the mirror, a Black Metal Armour is sitting down on a bed.
"May you have a nice rest, Ainz-sama"
At the Opposite end of it, an elderly butler wearing his black uniform gracefully can be seen. Even with all the visible wrinkles on his face, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.
"Umu"
With the parting words coming to an end, Sebas then gets up to do his part of the work.
Although he would love to talk more to his Master, As a being that's created by one of the 41 supreme beings and one of the original creators of Ainz Ooal Gown. He cannot disappoint.
"Call the Pleiades and Area Guardian of 4 and 6 floors."
After he said that, movement from the ceiling could be felt slipping through the door.
While waiting for all the beings to gather, Sebas then began to wander around, searching if he might find something odd and clues as to why the entirety of Nazarick could be teleported to wherever they were.
Arriving at the empty canteen, Sebas then began to feel like there was something wrong.
He walked to the most conspicuous thing in the area. A door, An unknown completely black door with a handle on it.
Sebas who acts as the Head Butler of Ainz Ooal Gown had never seen this door nor noticed it.
He wants to talk to the head chef for more detail about this but it seems like He's not here.
'I need to check this and report it to Ainz-sama.' Sebas thought to himself.
Twisting the door, Sebas then found himself in a different place. It has some similar architecture to the Bar that Sous-chef managed, but a different atmosphere.
If the Bar is a place where you can have fun, this place is best for relaxing your mind. Not only that, but he also notices a bunch of unknown devices.
Though what matters here the most is the one that 'Manages' this place.
Standing behind the counter, A handsome young teen no shorter than Sebas. Black purplish hair, Black eyes with orange pupils, and tan skin wearing a bartender outfit notice Him.
"Oh my, My apologies for not noticing you. Please, do come in." The young man calmly invites Sebas to sit.
Sebas looked left and right before walking near the counter and asks.
"Who are you and How are you able to set this place in Nazarick."
Sebas menacing aura flares up, He's inspecting every single movement of this man. If he was to be a danger to Nazarick, Sebas would not hesitate to blow his head off.
Seeing the clear hostility, The young man then put up his arms indicating he meant no harm as he began to explain.
"My apologies if my door has appeared at your place and offended you. For your question, I currently don't have a name, I was born just a month ago. For your second question, The door appears randomly throughout the omniverse, worlds, and spaces. That's why It was able to go wherever your place was."
Seeing that the young man doesn't lie, Sebas then got more confused. If what he said is true, then this is very important.
Still not sure about just that, Sebas then ask another question.
"What is your purpose? And for what does this place build?"
"Oh. If I'm being honest, I was just curious about sentient beings. Being the concept with no Consciousness that I was, I'm really curious about how you mingle with each other, even if you were from different species."
"So this place was built for that, Just a resting place. For any kinds of beings where all are equal and just relax."
The young man smiled at His words, Imagining what kinds of interactions would He see and hear in this place.
"I see..."
Once again seeing that the young man doesn't lie, Sebas drops all of his hostility and proceeds to sit down at one of the chairs.
A calm pleasure surges towards Sebas, His firm and tempered tough body begins to relax subconsciously.
"This is a nice chair." Sebas complement.
"Right? Haha, it's handmade by my creator himself." The young man then laughs, feeling proud someone complements his things.
"So you were 'Created' too?" Sebas asked, thinking if the young man before him is the same as him.
"Yup, You were created as well? Your creator got a good taste then! Seeing how beautiful the craftmanship on your clothes and your appearance."
The young man looked up and down towards Sebas
"Obviously." Sebas also felt proud someone can notice his creator's greatness.
The two then began to talk like close friends forgetting the earlier confrontation.
"Oh yeah, Sebas. I wanted to ask about your opinion, would you like to taste and judge my cooking skills."
"hmm? You can cook?"
"Well, this was supposed to be a Cafe or some sort. Sadly, I don't have that much experience in culinary."
The young man sighed sadly, thinking if he would be able to satisfy his customers if he kept being like this.
"Then it would be my pleasure to taste it."
"Oh! Really? Than-"
"Don't thank me yet. If it were up to not my satisfaction, Don't blame me for being strict."
Sebas eyes glow red, as the Head Butler of Nazarick, His standard of perfection is up the sky. He would not tolerate any mistake.
"Yes..."
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"Here it is."
Sebas ordered a simple Sandwich, an Espresso, and a slice of cheesecake for dessert.
The young man a bit nervous about how Sebas would react, silently waits for the critics to arrive.
Finishing his meal, Sebas gracefully clean up his mouth with a cloth before folding it back into his chest pocket.
After complete silence and agony for the young man, Sebas opened his mouth.
"It is good."
The young man blew out a relieved sigh, before thanking Sebas.
"Thank you. By the way, Do you have any dissatisfaction? Any changes to the design? Anything to improve?"
"Hmm. Based on what you said, this place connects to multiple alternate worlds, right? Then you might need to give some explanation for devices."
Sebas points towards the huge Tv that's placed high on the side of the cafe.
"I see... Some world might not be familiar with these things huh. Noted."
"Well then, I'd love to stay but I need to go. I would surely come again, and introduce you to Ainz-sama."
"Ou, It's been a pleasure to meet you. I will be waiting, Thanks for coming~" the young man lightly waves as he's picking up the plates.
With a short nod, Sebas exit through the door and go back to being the Head Butler of Nazarick.
'I have to hurry and report this to Ainz-sama.'
As much as how pleasant the experience before was, Sebas couldn't risk defending any unknown variable without telling his master first.
'Based on what he tells me, then he might also know how to go back to Yggdrasil.'