This the Beep Blop

/Frank POV/

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(What I intend to tell you, sir Gazef is that this village, E-Rantel? Is currently under worse straits. There's no better way to say it sir. We cannot simply just tell everyone that they're safe, and assume that they're going to take your word for it, even if you are currently one of the greatest warriors within the land.)

I was talking to Stronoff while I waited for Ainz to reappear. Stronoff's me were more or less completely under heavy pressure after seeing the look in the eyes of the villagers.

A mix of guilt, despair, and disdain was directly fucking projected onto them.

(And as I have said before good warrior, if the enemy that had come here does intend to use this to call me out for the pastures, then I have no issue with that. I will mete out the necessary justice for these people.)

(People that care not about another dead enemy, but about their dead families, Sir Gazef. They cry in despair, they want vengeance, but as many of us warriors know-)

I looked at one of the children as I pulled out a little piece of machinery to try and help a kid's mother. The body was far too late to save, but the mind was a different story.

I used my race's natural ability, which was [Brain Scan], a fun little ability that allowed me to check whether or not any enemy humanoid units were reasonably capable of being "harvested".

What do you mean by harvest, perhaps?

(Little one, do you wish to preserve her? To see thine progenitress once again? To ensure that you would be able to feel her, talk to her, be loved once again by your mother?)

They looked up to me, and saw my eyes turn blue, as I handed them the device.

(Put the device through your mother's brain, and I promise you, she will be here with you tomorrow. I promise this in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown.)

The child seemed to be a little suspicious about me doing this, when I and Ain saved their village, but why not? Why not try to save some of them?

They're all going to be good units if they want to, later on in their lives. Sowing some good seeds of good will would prove to be rather beneficial to many people, even to them.

The child seemed to have difficulty trying to do it, so I got behind them and guided the machine right on top of their mother's head.

(Are you certain, little one? She may want rest? You never truly know.)

Gazef hd the bright idea of trying to butt into this little thing going on, so as a rebuttal to his butting, I spoke some basic words.

("You never truly know." Indeed sir, neither you, not I know. Ignorance is no sin, it is staying ignorant that proves to be something that I can never truly tolerate.

Being enlightened by knowledge beyond your status in the world, and yet still deigning for the next day to come, and the next, and the next, and over and over and over again.

To be ignoramuses, that is understandable, but to stay as one? Foolish, foolish indeed.)

And I gave some force as the device went straight in, cleanly and quickly, as it whirred to life to take as much of the personality and soul as it could.

Yup, it can harvest souls as well. Remember all those years ago, when I first gave my hypothesis in regards to how the soul works?

A lot of philosophy touch-up later, and a bit of that good old odd DDMMORPG level of crafting system, and now I have far too many of these "brain rippers" for me to know what to actually do with them.

Call me Darth Plagueis, however, since my dumbass should have seen it coming. Ainz had just teleported in, and talked.

(Hoo? Is that one of your rippers, Franku?)

Stronoff's men turned around and saw a giant fucking skeleton come over and speak to the man that was trying to save a small child's mother, and ask them to move aside.

Stronoff himself was shocked about this, as he gripped the sheath of blade with a ferocity that few actually managed to see.

(Sir Frank. This man, is this-)

(Yes, my good friend and travelling companion, Suzuki. As you can see, he is a skeleton. Therefore, he is undead. Now, are there any violent reactions, because we intend to give aid to this little one's progenitress quickly, and we do not intend to dilly dally for long.)

(Franku, did you make sure that-)

(-I actually had the space and materials to ensure that she'd be coming out quickly? But of course, old friend of mine. I'm always a man that prepares, much like how you hoard almost all of the loot. I'm still a bit angry that you decided that the reward for killing that dragon wasn't worth it.

I could have sworn that you lost an arm during that fight.)

He chuckled as he then gave me a [Message]

[So, are we actually saving this kid's mom? It feels like a terrible idea to just force ourselves into a situation that doesn't really need any of our snooping.]

[Ainz, we need to make sure that they actually trust us, and besides, this could also be a fun little experiment. Did you make sure to take care of the survivor of that little debacle a while ago?]

He nodded while I sighed in relief. There wasn't much to be said, the poor bastard that was going to get turned into a fresh NPC is going to be something that far too any individuals are going to overreact to.

Probably a good chunk of the Floor Guardians, since they proved themselves to be some of the most useful out of all of our NPCs.

(It has finished little one, you may remove the device. By tomorrow, I promise you this, you WILL be within your mother's embrace once more.)

The kid didn't even notice me as they begun crying, knowing that they were teetering on the words of someone akin to a god, and knowing the track records of gods, they probably weren't getting their mother back.

Or so they fucking thought. Since the very moment that stabbed the ripper into their mother's brain, it made sure to send the specifications all the way into my factory inside of the Tomb, and due to all of the crafting experience I have in my subclass, welllll, you're about to see what I mean.

Another [Gate] opened up as I was made aware to one of my new kin to take their place in this world. Irises the color of pure gold, the face completely the same, only with some slight changes, and clothes of pure white.

Gazef Stronoff and his men were all shocked that it happened so quickly. (Oh my, it seems that you got luck, Franku. This one is enough to handle a Level 100.)

Ainz had the bright idea of saying something as I too was happy. One of the best ones yet. The materials that were used for her were even pretty basic stuff, just a lot of metal and silica.

(Franku-sama, I would like to give my wholehearted thanks for you reuniting me with my child.)

(MAMA!)

The kid fucking ran with tears in their eyes as they hugged their mother. Yup, I stole the sould straight out of the body, and had it packed into the machine body as soon as possible to ensure that no decay would get to it.

(There there, come now. There's no more need to cry, my little mountain! Mama's here now.)

At that very moment, I wanted to see something special come out of her. You see, back in Yggdrasil, the devs usually have a stroke whenever I was making NPCs, since I found a bug that completely and utterly shattered the limit on NPCs that I could make.

And I was also made aware, that if one were to hide an entire section of the Tomb away, and then develop that into its very own special floor, that means that you could technically have a special sort of plan for dealing with raids the size of a fucking legion.

The Walkers were good, sure, but some of the things that I actually had to keep locked up since they somehow saw everything but friendly Players as enemies, even the NPCs that they're supposed to be working with.

I didn't want to make things too awkward for the parent and child, so I let them cry their hearts out a bit. Yes, I added tear ducts to their systems, since it would just make mimicking a human body all the easier.

Stronoff walked up to me and pointed at the mother, who's currently giving her old body a good mixed look. She seemed scared that she died, but happy that she's alive, but also scared that she wasn't actually herself anymore.

(Warrior, I can respect many things, but what have you done?! This is beyond the concept of a simple [Resurrection]! This could be something different entirely, like a true rebirth! This would shake the world down to it's very core if anybody had the idea to replicate it!)

I took a moment to study Stronoff's posture and voice, seeing as he wasn't actually BS'ing my ass, I made my point.

(Sir Stronoff, Gazef. If I were to send this knowledge out into the world, not a single one of you, not even your strongest Players would be capable of replicating my "Rebirth", which could count to be a very particularly interesting skill.

Do you know why?)

He shook his head, but still expected a good answer for the shit that I'd just done. I raised my hand to my chest and tapped it lightly.

(Because this is something that only my kind can do, and as I last told you, I am the last of mine. They cannot come back, and I still hear their screams every single waking moment of my life.

I am still haunted by the ghosts of discrimination that hunted me and kin down, ensuring that they'd never be able to flee while taking care to smashing us apart slowly but surely.

And this? All of this damage you see on me? Humanity, but this world, this world is still beautiful, peaceful, unneeding of the worst possibilities that humanity could possibly give.

This? The compassion that sparked in me to save a mother's life? This is what I wish to feel. I wish to be able to express more than just the rage and melancholy.

I wish to be able to save those that I want to save, to understand what I wish to understand, to listen upon the history of a land told by so many beings and warriors and gods and demons, to the point where I myself must speak.

I wished for peace, that is all that I ask of you and your men, Sir Gazef. This child's mother is not truly of my kin, but I shall aid her even if it means that she might be swayed to place me in terribly straits as well.

She will not be the first that will taste my compassion, and she will not be the very last. Instead, I look forward to the thousands that need me in their time of need.

I am no true hero, but you need not a hero when you have a monster that actually knows how to deal with this world in it's entirety.)

Gazef took a deep, hard look into my face as he couldn't really completely get a tell about whether or not I was bluffing to him. I don't want to doubt him into thinking that I'm some goody two shoes that's actually some evil fucking villain that wants to take over the world.

I've done that schtick before, this time round, it's more passive, and I wanna make sure that I don't indiscriminately murder anymore.

This isn't an HOI4 crossovered with RimWorld, genocide in this world would attract a lot of attention that's more annoying than just outright being a threat.

Well, it's still a threat nonetheless, but then again, I'm not gonna be the one that gets fucked hard by this, it would be more along the lines of the NPCs or even Ainz that gets hurt from all of this.

(I trust you will keep this under wraps, sir Gazef. The idea that there are more than a single way to bring someone from the realm that borders sleep is going to prove to make the times in these lands, far more interesting than whatever you could feasibly imagine.

Too many people fear death, Sir Stronoff. I don't, he's my friend after all, and friends do their best to not scare each other unless it's a mere jest.)

Ainz wasn't actually wearing the full uniform that comes along with him as an Overlord, and opted for some more basic [Tattered Scholarly Robes] that have their own protective enchants to them, and even some fun little perks, but let's focus less on armor sets and more on the guy that serves a fairly relevant member to the plot.

Gazef looked at Ainz, shivered in place and subsequently looked back at the mother-child pair.

(Warrior Frank, I must thank you for sacrificing your energy to save one of the members of this village, but I cannot in good faith ensure that I will not report this to my liege lord.)

I could t help but feel my face creak as I snickered.

(Ah, what a fine jest sir. Only but a moment ago I was saying that chaos would ensue if it were revealed that there is more than just one way to return one to the living, completely sane.

I understand, but please, knowing my experiences from monarchies before, tell me, is your king a just one?)

(Yes, Warrior, he is one of the most just I have seen.)

(Is he a wise one?)

(But of course, oh warrior, King Ramposa has had many years of leading, and has experienced much in his reign.)

(And would you say that your kingdom is satisfied, unde his rule?)

Gazef took to silence when I asked that question.

(And therein lies the issue. Dissatisfaction. It leads to annoyance, annoyance leads to stress, which leads to anger, which leads to violence, which then returns to dissatisfaction. Your king, has he ever been heavy handed with his people? To make an example of any of them.)

Gazef didn't even speak at that point. He was just staring down at the ground, making no eye contact, probably due to the shame that I wasn't completely wrong.

(And does he have children? One that is wily, and persuasive, and seemingly a terrible character? One that is boisterous, yet so painfully dull? If so, then forgive me sir-)

I raised my hands in the air and turned all around.

(-but this is not a truly happy and protected kingdom when even the littlest case of dissatisfaction between two royals causes consequences that could shatter far too many people's lives.)