Chapter 2

Ninth floor of Nazarick, unlike the first eight floors it was not crafted in a way to delay or destroy enemies. Ninth and tenth floors were created for the denizens of Nazarick instead. In a way to go even further in their role play, they had crafted the ninth floor for the NPCs and their own enjoyment. It was equipped with pools, waterparks, casinos, guest rooms and even small shrines. But the purpose of Utgard being in this floor was none of those fun little gimmicks they had designed. It was in the Round Table Room.

Floating in small compartment made solely for it, the Guild Weapon was slowly spinning. A golden axe. Looking like the secret love child between a cleaver and a royal king, it's handle was made out of scarletite with gold like material on both ends while it's blade was gold with a blue silver edge. On the blade, a nine headed dragon was carved with each of the nine heads biting down on a different colored orb.

Axe of Ainz Ooal Gown, a rather unimaginative name but still one that Utgard liked very much. Each of the nine orbs inside the blade representing a different element: Water, Earth, Fire, Wind, Dark, Sun, Moon, Time and Space. Putting them in a set unlocking even more impressive abilities. It was arguably even stronger than the staff Momonga would have gotten if he had been the guild master as it possessed amazing magical abilities and melee combat potential.

As Utgard picked it from it's space, the axe's special effect activated and all of the jewels started to glow before they subsided. It might not be as cool as anguished souls with screams but it still felt pretty cool.

Now that he had his axe for the final moments, it was time to get his servants.

In his time as a player of Ainz Ooal Gown, Utgard had created four different NPCs with two of them having a specific duty and two of them for his own pleasure. Not to say creating the other two hadn't been pleasurable but the last two were especially so and one of them was already in front of him.

Hair darker than black and skin that had nothing that could tarnish it's perfection, adorned with frilly maid clothes that had a small opening in the back that allowed her to let out two pairs of wings.

Pleione, an archangel and the head maid of Nazarick and one of the four NPCs that Utgard had created.

Standing beside her was the aged gentleman butler Sebas and the great beauties of Pleiades. Each one of them more beautiful than the last one and the last line of Nazarick's defense. In the years Utgard had many chances to change them but could never bring himself to do so. Even Entoma's rather disturbing true form was something he had left as it was. The thought of such a monstrosity acting cute being a rather entertaining image in his mind.

"Follow." And follow they did. In a straight line behind the Jotunn, much like ducklings, the servants followed him until they reached the doors to the throne room. And it's guardian.

Complexion almost as pale as a corpse with pale blonde, almost white, hair adorned with a red military cap while her body with red and black military clothes and a short red skirt.

The second of Utgard's NPCs, Gudrun. A dragonoid much like Sebas and the gatekeeper of Nazarick's throne along with its military officer. She too followed Utgard as he entered the room. Then she stopped along with every other NPC that had followed him into the throne room as he climbed the stairs to his throne right next to the beautiful woman in white dress with horns.

Albedo, the overseer of Nazarick's floor guardians and the one with the highest authority after Utgard now that none of the members of the guild were here.

She was also supposed to be a slut.

Utgard still remembered fondly the moment he nipped that in the bud.

/FLASHBACK\

"Why the hell did you write her as a slut?" The massive redhead asked the manlike squid with some a… questionable outfit as he gazed upon the succubus' data.

"Gap moe." Tabula Smaragdina simply said and his voice made it clear that he regretted nothing.

"She is a succubus. No matter how dignified you make her look like, being a slut is something expected of her." The time stopped for the eldritch player as he registered the Jotunn's words.

No one but the guild master could understand Tabula for days as he muttered about how he had 'failed gap moe'.

/FLASHBACK END\

Good times, good times.

After that Tabula had replaced the slut line with something along the lines of her being a prude which Utgard had deleted after the eldritch player had stopped playing. Instead he wrote, 'She is deeply in love with Utgard and wishes to organize a harem for him.'

It was kind of scummy of the Jotunn to write such a line but to be honest, he didn't care. He had changed the data of most NPCs so that they would be more accepting of humans while leaving behind most of their original personalities, except for a few exceptions, so as far as he was concerned his good deed was already done.

Now all he could do was wait. Which was definitely the worst part. Especially since he was afraid that the changes he had brought may have somehow caused the new world journey to be non existent. It was a rather stupid fear since the things he had done should have no connection to that but it was still something that was gnawing from the back of his mind. The thought that the last twelve years may have been a waste.

In the end there was nothing he could do but wait.

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The game console was gone. But he was still in Nazarick's throne room.

He was in the new world.