Bald Virus

Стрелки часов перевалили за полночь, но Иггдрасиль не исчез. Мамога резко вскочил со своего трона, его аватар скелета выражал недоумение. Зал гильдии остался прежним, но тишина вокруг него была неестественной.
«Что... зачем я здесь?" - прошептал Мамон, оглядываясь по сторонам.
«Почему Иггдрасиль до сих пор существует? Разработчики что-то сделали?»
В этот момент Мамон услышал голос Альбедо из глубины зала.
"Мамонга-сама!" - воскликнула она, и в ее голосе звучало беспокойство.
— С тобой все в порядке? Вы, кажется, взволнованы.
Мамон повернулся к ней, и его взгляд был полон замешательства. — Альбедо?
"Но что происходит?" - пробормотал Мамон, его голова была полна вопросов.
«Почему мы все еще в игре? Почему Иггдрасиль до сих пор не закрылся?»
Альбедо посмотрела на него с непониманием и внезапно резко опустилась на колени.
", прошу прощения, Мамонга-сама!" - воскликнула она голосом, полным раскаяния.
«Я дурак! Я не понимал, что вас беспокоит. Я недостоин быть рядом с тобой, потому что не могу даже догадываться о твоих мыслях.
Мамон был ошеломлен внезапным поведением Альбедо.
«Альбедо, что с тобой? Почему вы так говорите?» - спросил он.
"Прости меня, Мамонга-сама!" - воскликнула Альбедо дрожащим голосом.
«Я не понимаю, что вам нужно, я даже не представляю, что вас волнует. Я просто подонок, неспособный понять великую волю Мамонги-сама!»
Мамон нахмурился, он понял, что что-то не так. Он попытался открыть главную консоль игры, чтобы посмотреть, что происходит, но ничего не работало. Консоль не реагировала, как будто ее и не существовало.
«Я... Я не могу вызвать главный пульт, — произнес Мамон, и его голос звучал беспомощно. «Консоль не отвечает. Похоже, мы действительно застряли».
Альбедо, услышав слова Мамонги, опустился на колени еще сильнее.
Ее голос звучал как низкий стон. «Я не понимаю! Я недостоин даже быть рядом с вами, Мамонга-сама!»
Мамон посмотрел на Альбедо, пытаясь понять, что происходит. Он понял, что с игрой что-то произошло, чего он не понимал. Он чувствовал себя в ловушке в этом странном мире, не имея возможности получить доступ к пульту управления. А рядом с ним был Альбедо, преданный, но совершенно сбитый с толку.
В зале гильдии воцарилась напряженная тишина, нарушаемая только тихим шепотом Альбедо и тяжелым дыханием Мамона. Мир Иггдрасиля не исчез, и они остались здесь в этом странном подвешенном состоянии. Мамон, осознав всю странность ситуации, решил действовать.
— Альбедо, успокойся, — сказал Мамон твердым голосом, хотя в нем все еще бушевали замешательство и тревога.
«Все в порядке. Произошло что-то странное, и нам нужно разобраться в этом».
Альбедо, все еще стоя на коленях, изо всех сил пыталась поднять на него глаза, полные раскаяния.
— Как вы прикажете, Мамонга-сама. Я сделаю все, что ты скажешь.
Аинз кивнул и повернулся к застывшим в зале слугам.
«Себас», — сказал он усиленным голосом.
«Плеяды, подойдите ближе».
В следующее мгновение все слуги гильдии выступили вперед. Себас Тянь, дворецкий Назарика, склонил голову в знак уважения, его лицо было таким же спокойным и невозмутимым, как всегда. Плеяды, шесть боевых служанок, склонили головы вслед за дворецким. Их взгляды были устремлены на хозяина.
— Себас, прочесывай окрестности, — приказал Мамон.
"Look all around Nazarick and let me know if there is anyone else. I need to know what's going on."
"Will do, Mamonga-sama," Sebas replied, his voice sounding steady, and he moved with the Pleiades like a shadow toward the exit of the hall.
Mamon was left alone with Albedo, who was still looking at him with a look full of remorse. The strange thought that had arisen in his mind still kept him uneasy. He didn't know how to explain it, but he had to try this option.
"Albedo," Mamon said, his voice sounding somewhat hesitant. "I need to... check something out. I ask your permission."
Albedo, still kneeling, raised her head sharply. Her face contorted with indignation.
"Ask for permission, Mamonga-sama?!" - she exclaimed, her voice sounding like a roll of thunder.
"I am your thing, Mamonga-sama! You can do whatever you want with me! How can I refuse you!"
Mamon was stunned by such a reaction. There was no way he had expected such a thing. He thought Albedo would be embarrassed or perhaps even refuse. But instead he heard a vehement protest and saw devotion bordering on insanity.
"But... but I..." - Mamon began, trying to explain his thought about the trigger for quitting, but then his mind was filled with a quiet humming noise and all thoughts became foggy. The suppressor that was part of his avatar went off, suppressing his emotions.
Mamon coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"I... I want to... touch your breasts," he mumbled, hoping it would work as a trigger for withdrawal.
Albedo, hearing those words and then her face flooded with a blush.
Her voice shook with embarrassment and excitement. "You... do you really want to do this?"
Mamong, feeling extremely awkward, nodded.
Albedo lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked at Mamon with adoration.
"If it will do you any good, Mamonga-sama," she said, her voice trembling with excitement.
"I don't mind. Please take me."
Mamon, as if in slow motion, raised his bony hand and touched Albedo's breast. Albedo froze at that, waiting for further action. And at that moment, Mamon realized that nothing was happening. He had not returned to the real world, he was still in Yggdrasil, and Albedo, full of desire, was waiting for his touch.
Mamon felt like a complete idiot. All his attempts to get out were in vain. He was still trapped in this strange world, and worse, he had just created a very awkward situation.
Mamon, whose mind had been overwhelmed by the humming of the suppressor, was still in a daze. His hand rested on Albedo's chest, and as if in a trance, he began to involuntarily stroke it.
"But... but why?" - Mamon thought, his consciousness felt like it was covered in a fog.
"Why am I still here? Why won't this damned virus let me go? Why isn't anything happening?"
He was still waiting to be thrown out of the game, to be brought back to reality, but nothing was happening. He was still in the guild hall, his hand resting on Albedo's chest, and the suppressor did not shut off.
And while Mamon was immersed in his thoughts, Albedo began to wriggle under his touch. Her breathing quickened and her body began to tremble finely. She was filled with arousal and her silk dress began to get wet with desire.
"Ah, Mamonga-sama," she whispered, her voice sounding hoarse.
"It feels so good... Please continue, don't stop."
But Mamon, absorbed in his own musings, paid no attention to Albedo's words. He was focused on something else.
"It didn't work," he thought.
"All my attempts have been in vain. I just can't get out of this game..."
Mamon remembered his friend's words from the real world again, about their game being hit by a virus, that they were powerless, that they only had one week.
"Is it really over?" - Ains thought.
"Is this really all that awaits me? Living in this world, is it... Okay? "
Meanwhile, Albedo was still wriggling beneath his touch, her breathing ragged and her eyes burning with lust. But Mamon, as if he had lost interest in everything, didn't notice her. He was in his own world, where there was no one but his thoughts.
Suddenly, Mamon woke up abruptly, as if from a jolt. His eyes went wide, his bony hand jerked away from Albedo's chest as if it were red-hot.
"What... what am I doing?!" - he exclaimed, his voice full of shock and horror.
He backed away from Albedo as if she was a contagious disease.
"Albedo, I'm sorry, I...I don't know what came over me!" - he muttered, his voice sounding extremely awkward.
Albedo, pulled from the maelstrom of her desires, looked at Ainz with slight disappointment, but her eyes still burned with lust.
"What's wrong, Mamonga-sama?" - She asked, her voice sounding hoarse.
"Didn't you enjoy it? How do you want to take me? Maybe you'd like it better if I was a cancer? Or maybe you have other preferences? Do you want to undress me yourself or should I do it myself?"
Mamon froze in place, not knowing what to say. He was utterly confused. He tried to think of any reasonable answer, but nothing came to his mind.
"Albedo, no, I... that's not what I mean," he muttered, his voice full of awkwardness.
"We... we should be thinking about how we're going to get out of here right now. We don't have time for this... nonsense."
Albedo froze, her eyes widening at the realization of her own words.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Mamonga-sama!" - she exclaimed, her voice sounding full of remorse.
"I'm such a fool! I completely forgot about the situation. Forgive me for my inappropriate behavior!"
She bowed her head, her shoulders trembling with embarrassment. Ainz, looking at Albedo, felt both embarrassment and relief at the same time. He knew this was all strange and wrong, but he couldn't help it.
"It's okay, Albedo," Mamon said, his voice coming out with a slight sigh.
"It's just... let's forget about it and focus on the problem at hand. We need to find out what's going on, and how we're going to get out of here."
Albedo nodded, and her face became serious again.
"As you command, Mamonga-sama. I will do whatever you say. I apologize for my foolishness."
He realized it was time to act and take control of the situation.
"Albedo, it's all right," Mamon said, his voice sounding firm, though he was still uneasy inside.
Mamon turned to Albedo.
"Albedo, gather all the guards except for the level 4 and 8 guards," he ordered.
"Tell them all to come to the battle arena on level 6. We need to discuss the situation."
Albedo nodded, her eyes burning with determination and devotion.
"As you command, Mamonga-sama. It shall be done!" - She said, and turning around, she left the throne room with a quick step.
Mamon sighed, feeling somewhat anxious. He didn't know what would happen next, but he realized that he had to try to take control of the situation. He was a leader, and needed to show his subordinates his strength and confidence.
Mamon decided to head to the battle arena to prepare for the arrival of the guards. He walked through the corridors of Nazarick, still feeling the remnants of embarrassment from what had happened. He tried his best not to think about it, focusing on his upcoming meeting with the guards.
Soon, he arrived at the level 6 battle arena. It was a huge room specially designed for training and battles. The arena was illuminated by the bright light of magical lanterns, and its floor was covered with a thick layer of durable stone.
Mamon stood in the middle of the arena, waiting for the guards to arrive. He felt he had little time left and needed to act quickly.
He waited for the guards to arrive, his excitement growing with each passing second.
Soon there was a slight rustle in the air, and one by one Nazarick's guards began to arrive in the arena. Albedo was the first to appear, her face serious and focused, followed by the rest of the guards, their eyes fixed on their master.
They stood in a row in front of Ainz, each guard with pride and reverence.
They bowed before Ainz, and each of them solemnly recited their oath of allegiance, as they had on the day of their creation.
"Mamonga-sama, I, Albedo, warden of the guards, swear my loyalty, love, and allegiance to you until my last breath, and I am ready to fulfill your every wish!" - Albedo uttered, her voice full of reverence and fanatical devotion.
"Mamonga-sama, I, Cocytus, a level five guardian, swear my loyalty and devotion to you until my last breath!" - Cocytus uttered, his voice deep and murmuring.

"Mamonga-sama, I, Demiurge, guardian of the seventh level, swear to you in my wisdom and cunning and will lay all my talents at your feet!" - The Demiurge uttered, his voice sweet-sounding and insidious.
"Mamonga-sama, I, Shaltir Bloodfolen, guardian of the first three levels, swear my love and devotion to you to the last beat of my heart!" - Shaltir exclaimed, her voice full of fanaticism.
"Mamonga-sama, I, Aura Bella Fiora, guardian of the sixth level, swear to you my obedience and willingness to do your every command!" - Aura uttered, her voice ringing and sly.
"Mamonga-sama, I, Mare Bella Fiora, guardian of the sixth level, swear to you my loyalty and willingness to assist you in any way I can!" - Mare uttered, his voice quiet and timid.
Mamon looked at his subordinates and listened to their oaths, trying to hide his inner confusion. His heart was full of conflicting feelings - confusion, fear, hope, and responsibility. He realized that the world of Yggdrasil had changed, and that he would have to lead his subordinates in this new world.
There was silence in the hall, broken only by the heavy breathing of the guards and the quiet humming of the magical lanterns. Mamon knew he had to say something, but he still didn't know where to begin.
He realized that the world they found themselves in was different from virtual reality. Here everything was real, and mistakes could cost him everything. He realized that if he didn't act like a true lord, everything could fall apart in an instant.
"The guards," Mamon thought, shifting his gaze to his loyal servants.
"They are the same as before. They're still loyal to me, but that doesn't mean things will stay the same."
He remembered the words of one of his old friends that there was only one true law in Yggdrasil: the law of strength. If a player showed weakness, the other players used it to destroy him. And if Mamon showed weakness, his subordinates might think he was no longer worthy of being their lord.
"They might think I'm impractical," his mind raced.
"They may decide that I am no longer capable of leading them, that I am unworthy of their devotion. And then they might rise up against me, overthrow me, and seize control of Nazarick."
Mamon realized that he had to act like a true lord, like a true ruler. He had to be confident, strong and decisive. He had to be someone his subordinates feared and respected.
"I can't let them see my weakness," Mamon thought, his gaze becoming hard and determined.
"I must show them that I am worthy of their loyalty, that I am the one who will lead them to victory."
He had to not only command, but inspire fear. He had to be what they thought he was: a great, invincible, and wise ruler.
"But how?" - Mamon thought, trying to find a way to maintain his control over the situation.
"How do I convince them that I am who they think I am? How do I hide my doubts and fears from them?"
He realized that he had to proceed carefully, thinking over every move he made. He could not afford to make a mistake. After all, his and Nazarick's future depended on it.
Mamon looked at his subordinates and took a deep breath, trying to suppress all his fears and doubts. He had to show them that he was still Mamon, the great lord they must obey.
He realized that he needed to start a conversation, needed to connect with his guards and show them that he was still in control. He had to be a lord, and he had to act like a lord.
MamonAinz spoke, his voice amplified by magic to reach everyone present:
"I thank you for your presence here," he said, his words sounding with unexpected warmth and sincerity.
The guards, upon hearing Mamon's words, were surprised. They had not expected such words from their lord. They were used to his orders and instructions, but they had never heard him thank them.
Albedo looked at Mamon with slight bewilderment, but her eyes were full of adoration. She realized that Ainz was still extraordinary, and that he never ceased to amaze her.
At this moment, Albedo, as if sensing that she needed to speak up, stepped forward. "Mamonga-sama," she said, her voice sounding loud and passionate.
"We, your subordinates, are mere trash compared to your greatness. We were created only to serve the 41 supreme beings who created us and this Nazarick."
The guards, hearing Albedo's words, bowed their heads. They knew she was right. They had been created to serve, and they were willing to lay down their lives for their creators.
Albedo continued, her voice filled with fanatical devotion.
"But now that you, Mamonga-sama, are the last of the 41 lords left, we all, all of Nazarick, belong to you without reserve. We are yours, and we are ready to do your every bidding."
Albedo looked at the guards, her eyes burning with a fire of devotion and adoration.
The guards, hearing Albedo's words, bowed even lower, expressing their complete submission and devotion. Mamon, looking at his subordinates, felt both pride and anxiety. He realized that they were willing to do anything for him, and that he must not let them down.
Mamon, surrounded by his loyal servants, felt responsible for Nazarick's future. He understood that they needed to gather as much information as possible about the world they found themselves in, and he knew that Sebas, having gone on a scouting mission, must have learned something.
"I thank you for your words, Albedo," Mamon said, trying to hide his confusion.
"I will now give word to Sebas to let us know what he has discovered."
Mamon looked at Sebas, who was standing off to the side, ready to report.
"Sebas, please tell us what you have discovered," Mamon said, his voice sounding calm and confident.
Sebas took a step forward and bowed to Mamonga.
"As you command, Mamonga-sama," he said, his voice sounding even and calm.
"I have surveyed the surroundings of Nazarick and find that we are in the middle of a plain. There are no signs of civilization around, just a few forests and fields."
Sebas continued his report, describing the landscape surrounding Nazarick. He noted that the land seemed fertile and the climate was temperate. He said that he found no signs of other living things, and that they seemed to be alone in this new world.
As Sebas finished his report, Mare, who was standing next to his sister Aura, awkwardly raised his hand. "Mamonga-sama," he said quietly.
"What if we make hills around Nazarick? It would look more secure then."
Albedo turned sharply to Mara, her eyes burning with anger.
"What are you talking about, Mare!" - she exclaimed.
"You want to stain our walls with dirt?! That's just unacceptable! Don't you realize that our house is supposed to be spotless!"
Albedo was furious. She couldn't believe that one of her subordinates could suggest such a ridiculous and dirty solution. She believed that Nazarick should be flawless, and that nothing should disturb his perfect beauty.
Mamon, after hearing all this, decided to intervene.
"Albedo," he said, his voice firm and calm.
"I didn't give you the floor. And I think Mare's suggestion is quite reasonable. The hills can provide us with additional protection and shelter us from the eyes of strangers. So let Mare create them around Nazarick."
Albedo bowed her head upon hearing Mamon's words, her eyes full of remorse.
"As you command, Mamonga-sama," she whispered.
"Forgive me for my unworthy behavior."
Mamon, looking at his subordinates, felt that it was time to establish a stronger bond. He realized that they looked to him as their god, as their lord, and he had to live up to that image.
"Sebas, thank you for your report," Mamon said, his voice amplified with magic to reach everyone present.
"Mare, your suggestion of the hills around Nazarick was very reasonable, and I order you to create them as soon as possible."
"As you command, Mamonga-sama," Sebas and Mare replied, bowing their heads in respect.
Mamon paused, his eyes surveying each of the guards. He knew it was time to ask the question that had plagued him from the beginning.
"Guards," he said, his voice louder and more demanding.
"I have one question that interests me. I want to know your opinion of me."
There was silence in the hall. The guards looked at each other, as if trying to figure out how to properly answer this question.
Albedo volunteered first, her eyes burning with a fire of devotion and adoration.
"Mamonga-sama!" - She exclaimed, her voice full of passion.
"You are perfection itself to us! You are the greatest of lords, wise, strong, and noble! You are to us the only thing that matters in this world! We are willing to give everything we have just to serve you!"
Albedo was followed by Shaltir, her eyes full of fanatical devotion.
"Mamonga-sama!" - she exclaimed, her voice trembling with delight.
"You are the embodiment of strength and beauty! You are our god, our master, our love! I am ready to die for you at any moment! I cannot imagine my life without you!"
The Demiurge, with a devious smile, stepped forward.
"Mamonga-sama," he said, his voice sounding sweet and flattering.
"You are the very embodiment of genius! You are the wisest and most cunning of all lords! I admire your insight and your plans! I am willing to serve you forever and do your every bidding!"
Cocytus, bowing his head, spoke with deep reverence:
"Mamonga-sama, you are the embodiment of justice and strength. Your wisdom surpasses anything I know. I vow to serve you faithfully until my last breath."
Aura, with a sly smile, exclaimed:
"Mamonga-sama, you are the toughest lord! You're so strong and smart, and I'm willing to follow any orders you give me!"
Finally, Mare whispered timidly but with devotion in his voice:
"Mamonga-sama, you are so kind and caring. I will serve you to the best of my ability."
Mamonga, listening to the enthusiastic speeches of his subordinates, felt his heart beating harder and harder. He was both honored by their loyalty and terrified by the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders.
"Guardians, thank you for your words," Mamon said, his voice full of confidence, though he was still unsure inside.
"I appreciate your loyalty and willingness to serve me. Now we need to discuss our next steps."
Mamon turned around to head for the exit of the battle arena, but then he felt as if he had been electrocuted. A horrible thought flashed through his mind that froze him in place.
"If we all became alive," he thought, his mind filled with clammy fear.
"If I, all of my subordinates, all of Nazarick's NPCs became living beings, then... then..."
He stopped, his skeletal body trembling with terror.
"Tho Bald Ripper... he too... he could be alive too!" - flashed through his mind like a sentence.
An icy sweat broke over him, and Mamon, suddenly realizing the horror of the situation, turned toward the guards. A light of terror seemed to flicker in his empty eye sockets.
"I... I forgot something," he muttered, his voice trembling.
"Perhaps... perhaps I've made a terrible mistake."
The guards looked at Mamon puzzled, not realizing what had happened. Albedo, noticing his unease, stepped forward.
"What happened, Mamonga-sama?" - She asked, her voice full of concern.
"What has alarmed you so much?"
Mamon remained silent, trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't know how to explain to his subordinates that they might be in danger that they might not be able to defend themselves against.
"If the Bald Ripper has become alive," Mamon thought, his heart racing with fear.
"Then we don't know what he's capable of. We don't know what powers he might be hiding within him. We don't know how we can defend ourselves against him."
Mamon realized that if his fears were confirmed, they would be facing something they had never seen before. And then Nazarick, along with its inhabitants, could be destroyed.
There was a tense silence in the hall, broken only by Mamon's heavy breathing. He realized that he had to act quickly and decisively if he wanted to protect himself and his subordinates from this terrible threat.
He was still stunned at the thought that the Bald Ripper might have come to life, and his anxiety was growing.
"Albedo," Mamon said, his voice sounding more subdued than usual, but still with a note of unease.
"I need to ask you something. Tell me, do you know about the creature we called the Bald Ripper?"
Albedo frowned, her gaze becoming more wary.
"The Bald Ripper, Mamonga-sama?" - she uttered, her voice quieter than usual.
"Yes, of course I know. Our creators have spoken of him often, especially lately." She pressed her lips together slightly, as if some disturbing thought was plaguing her.
Mamon, noticing her reaction, felt the anxiety grow stronger.
"Guards," he addressed everyone, trying to keep his tone calm.
"I ask you, do you know of the creature we called the Bald Ripper?"
The guards glanced around, expressions of concern and thoughtfulness appearing on their faces.
' Mamonga-sama,' Cocytus said, his voice sounding restrained
'Forgive me, but I have never heard of such a creature. I don't know who you're talking about." He tilted his head slightly, as if pondering something.
"' Mamonga-sama," the Demiurge spoke up, his usual smile gone and his voice surprisingly serious. "I know of this 'Bald Ripper'. Ulbert-sama has been talking lately about a parasite by that name concern, as if... were afraid." his voice trembled, as if he was afraid to utter the last part of the
"Mamonga-sama," Shaltir muttered, her gaze becoming more intense, though she tried to keep a fanatical expression on her face.
"I know of him. Perronchino-sama was talking about how she wanted to abuse him... like her sex doll., as an evil that had to be destroyed." A quiet note of alarm sounded in her voice.
"Mamonga-sama," Aura said, her voice sounding composed, but her eyes betrayed a slight worry.
"I know of him as well. Buku-buku Tyagama-sama often argued about his origins with Perronchino-sama." She frowned slightly, as if considering something.
"Mamonga-sama," Mare whispered, his voice sounding quieter than usual, and there was some excitement in it.
"I remember. Our creators often complained about him." He lowered his gaze, as if trying to hide his fear.
Mamon was silent, his eyes full of worry. He realized that all his subordinates... except Cocytus knew about the Bald Ripper, and they seemed to fear him as much as he did.
"So it's not just my fears, then?" - Mamon thought, his heart beating faster. "Do they feel this threat too? Are they afraid of him too?"
A tense silence hung, punctuated by tension like a taut string. Mamonga, looking at his subordinates, felt anxiety rising in his soul like a dark wave. He realized that "The Bald Ripper" was not just a name, but some embodiment of horror, and he needed to know what his guards thought of it.
"Guards," Mamon said, his voice louder than usual, as if echoing a growing unease.
" You all know about the Bald Ripper, I want to hear your opinion of him. Tell me, what do you think of this creature?"
The silence that hung in the hall was heavy. The guards seemed to struggle with their own emotions before daring to utter a word.
Albedo was the first to speak, her face contorted with rage.
Her voice trembled with anger and resentment.
"Mamonga-sama!" - she exclaimed.
"Because of that accursed Bald Ripper, our creators have abandoned us! They abandoned us, left this world to die! They got desperate, they got scared, they left us to our fate!"
Her eyes filled with tears, and her voice broke into a hoarse whisper.
"Mamonga-sama!" - she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger. "That... that 'Bald Ripper' was a desecration of everything! He was like a festering wound on the body of our creators, he was the cause of their sleepless nights, he tormented them! If I see that bastard, I will personally rip out his heart and feed it to the worms!" She clenched her fists, her eyes burning with unholy flames.
Shaltir, without waiting for Ainz to give her the word, stepped forward, her face contorted with hatred.
"Mamonga-sama," she uttered.
"That Bald Ripper took hope away from our creators. They no longer believed in saving their world, and they walked away, leaving us in this dying place."
There was bitterness and disappointment in her voice her voice sounded like the scraping of metal.
"This 'Bald Ripper' is not just an enemy, he is an insult to all that is holy! He is the cause of all the suffering of our creatures! I will maul him, I will torture him, I will slowly take his life for all the torment he has caused them!" A fanatical thirst for revenge burned in her eyes.
The Demiurge, whose smile usually harbored guile, was serious and somber this time.
"Mamonga-sama," he said, his voice sounding cold and detached.
"Because of this Bald Ripper, our creators have fallen down. They couldn't find a way to deal with him, so they fled, leaving us here to be destroyed along with the world." He clenched his fists, and a shadow of despair flashed across his face.
His voice sounded anxious.
"This Bald Ripper was... something beyond comprehension. Our creators feared him, they spoke of him as an unstoppable force, as a darkness that threatened all things. If even the higher beings couldn't handle him, then we may be powerless before him." His gaze became more thoughtful, with an uncharacteristic uneasiness in it.
Cocytus, bowing his head, spoke up, his voice sounding with unconcealed fury.
"Mamonga-sama, this 'Bald Ripper'... he was a nuisance to our creators, he is an enemy that must be exterminated. I will fight him until my last breath and won't let him break us!"
Aura, though she tried to maintain her usual sly look, couldn't hide the anxiety in her voice.
"Mamonga-sama," she muttered.
"That 'Bald Ripper'... it sounded like something terrible. I feel so sorry for our creators, he made them agonize." She pressed her lips together as if suppressing some kind of fear.
Mare, hiding behind his sister's back, whispered bitterly:
"Mamonga-sama... because of the Bald Ripper, our creators left us to die... but you, you stayed with us... and you moved us to another world!" Hope and admiration could be heard in his voice.
The guards fell silent, their eyes full of admiration and hope as they looked at Ainz. They realized that their creators had abandoned them, but Mamon, their lord, had stayed with them to the end, and he had led them to a new world. They believed that he would not leave them, and that he could protect them from any threat, even that dreaded "Bald Ripper".
Mamon, listening to the words of his subordinates, was stunned. He was surprised that they believed that he was the one who had saved them, that he was the one who had transported them to the new world. He knew it wasn't true, that it was an accident, but he realized he couldn't tell them that. He couldn't take away their hope, he couldn't break their faith in him.
"They think it's me..." - Mamon thought, his eyes widened in surprise.
" They think I saved them... what am I going to do?"
He realized that if he told the truth, he might lose their trust. He couldn't afford to do that. He had to keep their faith in him, he had to continue to play the role of the lord who had brought them to this new world.
Mamon took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. He realized that now was not the time for confessions, now was the time for action. He had to fulfill their hopes, he had to lead them in this new world.
Mamon nodded silently, not saying a word. He did not argue with their words, he did not tell them the truth. He left them with their faith in his power, he left them with their hope for the future.
Mamonga looked at his subordinates and realized that he could not let them fall into despair. He had to tell them something that would strengthen their faith in him and make them act. He had to be a lord, even if it meant he had to lie.
Mamon took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.
"Guards," he said, his voice sounding loud and confident, though everything inside him shook with shame and worry.
"I understand your anxiety and your hatred for the Bald Ripper. I know that he has caused us much pain and that he has taken away our hope of saving the old world. But... but there is a possibility, a very small one, but it is there..."
The guards were wary, their eyes full of worry and hope. Mamon realized that he had captured their attention, and he had to seize this moment.
"There is a possibility that the Bald Ripper could have followed us into this new world," Mamon continued, his voice becoming darker and more dramatic. "
That possibility is small, but it exists. It could have somehow leaked through the dimensional rift when I moved us, and now it could pose a threat to this world as well."
The guards froze, and a wave of horror ran across their faces. They were terrified at the thought that their hated enemy might be stalking them even in this new world.
Mamon, seeing their reaction, continued, trying to give his words more truthfulness.
"Moving the entire tomb of Nazarick, with all of its inhabitants and all of its treasures, took a great deal of energy from me," Mamon said, his voice full of drama.
"I spent virtually all of my reserves to save you from destruction and transport you to this new place. It was important to me that you survive so that we could start over, so that we could fight back against any enemy that dares to threaten us."
The guards were stunned. They couldn't believe that their lord had sacrificed his forces for them. They were touched by his compassion and his willingness to protect them.
Albedo, bowing her head, whispered:
"Mamonga-sama... you sacrificed your strength for us... You... You are so kind to us!"
Shaltir, unable to contain her admiration, exclaimed:
"Mamonga-sama! You spent your strength to save us from destruction! We will serve you for the rest of our lives!"
Mamon, listening to their words, felt shame constrict his heart. He realized that it was all a lie, that he had sacrificed nothing for them, that it was all just a figment of his imagination. But he couldn't stop. He had to keep playing his part, he had to be the lord they so idolized.
"I... I don't know what to say," Mamon thought, his face hidden behind the skeleton mask burning with shame.
"I'm so brazenly lying to them, and they believe in me so much. I... I'm just a terrible person."
Shame gnawed at him from the inside out, but he realized this was no time for weakness.
"Now that you are aware of the possible threat posed by the Bald Ripper, I am ordering you to be extremely careful. You are to activate all of Nazarick's defense mechanisms, except for paid services.
All of them without exception. It is necessary for our safety."
The guards were stunned by Mamonga's order, but they did not doubt his words. They knew he had always acted wisely, and they realized that now was not the time for questions.
"As you command, Mamonga-sama," they replied with glee, bowing their heads in respect.
Mamon, seeing their submission, continued, trying to give his words even more weight.
"I want you to understand," he said, his voice sounding more quiet, as if he were speaking in confidence.
"Since moving Nazarick to this world, I feel exhausted. My reserves are nearly depleted, and if the Bald Ripper finds us before I can regain my strength, we will all inevitably perish."
There was a tense silence in the hall, interrupted only by the heavy breathing of the guards. They were terrified at the thought that their lord, so strong and invincible, felt vulnerable, and that they were all on the verge of perishing.
"Therefore," Mamon continued, his voice firm and confident. "I order you to hide Nazarick's tomb immediately. Use every magical and mechanical means at our disposal to conceal our presence from prying eyes. We must make it so that the Bald Ripper cannot find us until I regain my powers."
The guards were ready to carry out any order from their lord. They realized that their survival was now at stake, and they had to act quickly and decisively.
"It will be done, Mamonga-sama!" - they exclaimed with glee
"I manipulate them, I lie to their faces, and they have so much faith in me. Do I really deserve their loyalty?"
He sighed, trying to suppress the guilt. He realized that now was not the time for self-abuse, now was the time for action. He turned around and headed for the exit of the fighting arena, his footsteps sounding loud and echoing throughout the hall.
As Mamon left the battle arena, the guards, each on their own level, were left alone with their thoughts. Their minds were filled with conflicting emotions: fear of the Bald Ripper, hatred for him, admiration for their lord, and, of course, concern for his safety.
Albedo, while in her office, clenched her fists with rage. "That damned 'Bald Ripper'!" - she hissed through her teeth .
...He sounded like he stood above our creators, it's impossible, but...but...but I can't help but be afraid. He can't be stronger than them, he can't! But what if he can? Mamonga-sama is right, we must protect him, for he is the last hope of defeating this monster." Her loyalty to her creators was unwavering.
"He is the cause of all our troubles! If I find him, I won't give him a single chance to escape!" Her eyes filled with hatred, but at the same time, she realized that the most important thing right now was to protect Mamonga.
"Mamonga-sama... he's so kind to us, he gave his strength to save us. I must do everything I can to keep him safe."
Shaltir, in her crypt, clutched her favorite battle glaive in her hands, her face contorted with hatred.
"This 'Bald Ripper'..." - she muttered, her voice trembling.
" He was the fear of our creators... they feared him... I will never betray them, I will never put anyone above them, but this monster... he is an exception... I must not let them or Mamonga-sama down.
He almost ruined us all!"
"But Mamonga-sama... he saved us! I must repay his kindness, I must protect him at the cost of my life!"
The Demiurge, in his laboratory, was studying his notes with a grim look.
"This 'Bald Ripper'..." - he muttered, his voice sounding with uncharacteristic concern.
" If even the higher beings couldn't stop him... then what can we counter him? He must be something beyond our comprehension... We must proceed with caution, for Nazarick's fate depends on it. We must protect Mamonga-sama, for he is our chance to survive.
is a mystery," he muttered.
"Is he really so powerful that even the higher beings couldn't stand up to him? And what will happen to us if he does follow us into this new world?
Cocytus, at his level, clutched his huge claws in his hands and silently prepared for battle.
Aura, at her level, frowned, examining her summoned beasts.
"It frightened even our creators. This is not normal. It is not right. He shouldn't be stronger, but... but what if he is? I can't help but be afraid, and I feel sorry for my creators who couldn't handle it." - She muttered.
"But Mamonga-sama... he's so cool, he saved us, he spent his powers for us. I have to protect him, I have to do everything in my power to keep that MONSTER from finding him."
Mare, sitting on his knees in his room, cried quietly
The guards were scared, anxious, but they were determined. They realized that a great deal depended on them now. They had to protect their lord, they had to do everything they could to make sure Nazarick survived in this new world.
There was a tense expectation in Nazarick, each of the guards was ready for any hardship. They waited for their lord's order, ready to fulfill it in the name of salvation and victory.