Draft 6

The melodic rustling of waves was peaceful. From above, the warm sun shone down on them as birds of prey circled above, letting out refreshing caws on this beautiful day. It was so peaceful that even the most ruthless of predators would have rather prefer to laze around then do some actual hunting

Sadly, two Supreme Beings cannot share the same sentiment

"So..." Mominga begin

"So..." Ulbert nodded

They exhaled at the same time

""What the hell just happened?""

After they've been sucked in by the Void, the two woke up on this remote island, in the middle of nowhere, with only the crashing waves on the beach and the rustling leaves of the forest the only sound they could hear

Naturally, they panicked

Naturally, their racial instinct kicked in and they were forced to calm down

No, it would not be considered "Natural" without the proper context. The two of them were human, there's no doubt about it. Human are prone to be emotional when in an unknown situation, so it was doubly unsettling when they seem to have such a good grasp of their current feelings

Especially with how real it all seems to be. The noises. The sounds. The feeling of sunlight on their skin (in his case). It was far too real to be a virtual game

A suspicious feeling began bubbling inside Ulbert. He looked at Momonga who is still trying to force a permanent exit through contacting with the mods

The game window closed with a small beeping sound as the skeleton overlord shook his head

"Any progress yet?"

"None so far. Almost all the in-game settings had been greyed out. The interface was changed too"

"Perhaps if we perform some inappropriate actions, we can be banned and forced to log out" Ulbert whispered, eyeing Momonga's rather generous pelvic bone "For example, if I were to grope you in the ass-"

It had been said as a joke. But he stopped, his eyes discerning something peculiar about the lich's avatar design

"Ulbert?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Rather... isn't his guildmate's skeletal structure... 

Nah. Maybe he's just imagining it

The first thing the two Guild members did had been to confirm their situation. Obviously from the presence of the digital window, they're still somewhere in the game. But at the same time, the things they are experiencing...

"It's too real" He repeated, digging a clawed finger into his skin and felt the small trickle of blood trailing down "There's no way we can be inside Yggdrasil, that's for sure"

"Maybe an unfinished section of the map? This could be Midgard's ocean where we fought that Boss"

The "Boss" Momonga is referring to is the World Serpent, Jormungandr. A level 200 wandering Boss that Players can randomly run into when traversing near the boundary of the server's map

It is highly resistant to non-Super tier magic attacks and deals a tremendous amount of water and wind damage. So much so that it took him and five other guildmates three tries to successfully defeat them, which rewarded them with a Divine Item that was now the main defense line of Nazarick's treasury

"I don't think so. In fact, this isn't even remotely close to being Midgard" He observed, taking out a golden compass from his pocket. It was golden in color, inscribed with Greek symbols on each cardinal direction

[Anemoi] is a middle-class item with the ability to discern one's location within a larger radius. If the normal Player's default minimap range is 300m, the item could help them multiply it by a maximum factor of five. Add this with other buffs and it could be used as a mobile Mirror of Remote Viewing

Of course, in this case the minimap is gone. Yet instinctively, they both could sense the area around them as though it is displayed directly in their mind

He hummed, snapping it opened and watched as the compass's needle spun wildly inside. At the same time, his mental minimap slowly expanded

Right now, not a single landmark could be sensed within a 10km radius around them, which could mean

A) This is some strange, untested place within the game that was never officially released

B) They are within a new world, and the scenery around them is genuinely reality

Being a chuunibuyou, Ulbert is leaning more against the latter

"Anyway, we shouldn't just dawdle around here" He turned to his friend, staff clicking idly against the ground "What do you suggest we do?"

Momonga shook his head "I'll send some of my undead to scout the area. Meanwhile, we'll have to do certain checks to see if we still retain our power or not"

He raised his head, crimson eyes glimmering in the tropical sunlight as he looked around, completely contradicting with his image as the ruler of death

The skeletal overlord walked to a more traversable section of the beach and raised his hand, the complex magic formation already twisting and writhing together on the ground as he did so

Only something is wrong. The complexity of a spell is what determine its rank. An average mid-level summoning spell shouldn't have many glyphs like that...

Hold up. That isn't a mid-tier spell

"Momon-"

[Create Mid-tier Undead: Bone Vulture]

Dark energy exploded forward from Momonga, cloaking the earth in a veil of darkness as the air became much more saturated from before. The shadows expanded, enveloping the summoning circle and flooded them with raw, empowered magical energy

For a moment, the sky flashed an ominous blackness

As the glyph faded, the shadows retreated, revealing two of the summoned bone avians standing there. Except they're not the mid-level mob like he had intended

"Huh?" Momonga muttered in confusion "Did I use the wrong spell?"

Ivory white bones that stretched over tens of meters to either side in a wicked curve. Majestic skeletal frames with a sleek design, and a hollowed skull of a bird from which two demonic horns grew from. They look more like high-tier dungeon mobs than something a normal player could actually summon with their skill

And Momonga just did that...with a mundane spell any half-decent necromancer has

"Bone Vulture Lords" Being an expert at in-game enemies, the skeletal overlord regarded his own summon with the red dots burning intensely in his eye sockets "They are low-tier Dungeon bosses. Possessing the rare [Rotting Breath] and [Undying] skill. They can tank Seventh-tier spells like it was nothing and summon lesser undead vultures at an annoying rate, which makes them quite a threat to level 80 players and below. If I have to assess these two, they are most likely level 120"

The two skeletal birds seems to have noticed him from his voice, as immediately they bowed, lowering their head to Momonga who only got flustered at their strange obedience

"I don't know how I summoned them. A glitch, maybe?"

"Or maybe that's due to the...I don't know...us literally making a wish to triple our power?"

Silence

To put it in comparison. There's this thing in the game of Yggdrasil called "power scaling". It describes the non-linear growth in each stage the player experience in that they grows more the high their levels are

The power difference between a level 1 and level 5 is almost minuscule compared to the gap between level 95 to 100, in that each skill boost they received are slightly increased so players won't have to be bored. In return, higher levels means more XP required and a red target being put on your back

"Yes, that may be true" Momonga nodded "Being level three hundred certainly put us at an endgame level comparable to a World Disaster"

In reference. The World Eater is level 400. An entity heavily resistant to 10th-tier spells and only attacks of the highest caliber can ignore its defense. To fight it involves assimilating a group of at least 20 players and top-class equipments for the first half of the battle. The latter half of the fight is entirely randomized as the boss have over 50 attack combinations of different nature that could easily one-shot a weak level 100. Unbalanced? Blame the devs

"What about our classes then? Did they evolved or we just get new ones?"

"Let's worry about that later. We're going to scout this area first" Ulbert walked to one of the summons and hopped on it "Momonga, if you will"

The lich hesitated, but eventually nodded. He climbed on his summon's back and commanded them to took flight. The vulture's wings spread wide as they took off to the air , carrying the two Supreme Beings with them

"Where are we heading?"

"Hold on. Let me check my map" Ulbert lifted higher up and inspect the horizon with his compass "straight North. The town of Bilgewater"

"How did you know its name?"

"It's labeled so on the minkmap" He checked again. Oh "Apparently we were right. This isn't Yggdrasil"

The last remnant of suspicion Momonga had toward this being in game finally shattered. He hefted what looks to be a skeleton's deep breath and held tighter to the vulture under him

Truthfully, he is trying to desperately hide the guilty pleasure he found from this situation from his friend

The thing is, Suzuki Satoru...despise their society. He despise the real world, the terrible reality of his life up until now. Yggdrasil is his only escape from that harsh place. Every time the night ends and he was forced to out the helmet off, the leader Momonga was once again replaced by the normal office slave who has to work overtime to earn enough pay. And he hates it

In a sense, he is similar to Ulbert. They're both anti social people who just happens to be born in the wrong circumstances and suffered from it. The fact that they're pretty much cut off from the real world right now made him excited, yet also nervous. It's a feeling when one was stuck not knowing how to feel in a particular situation, making them unable to think straight as a result

But...if there's one thing for certain, the lich's glad he has a friend who remains with him. 

The two of them went into a comfortable silence, feeling the rhythmic beating of his summon's wings, as well as the feeling of wind on their face in Ulbert's case

It didn't take long for them to arive at their destination

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Circling above the bustling town, the two Supreme Beings observed the land below them. Their enhanced eyesight as Heteromorphics allow them to inspect things at great distance in great details

"It's a medieval town" Momonga whispered "I can't believe it. It's a medieval town"

Above them is clearly the textbook example of a fantasy seaside village. With bustling activities from men and women wearing Western clothes from the earlier eras, ships that does not use molecular acceleration as their propellant but rather from the wind and sails, and they could make out infrastructures that wouldn't have looked out of place in a 19th century town

"Hm. Yes. Though this is a common sight in Yggdrasil, to experience with our own senses in the real world" The goat demon grinned "Blue Planet would surely love this shit"

"But then, there's the matter of getting down there. How do we know they won't treat us differently because of our looks?" He questioned

Both of them went silent. Momonga and Ulbert belongs to a special race of Players with unique ability to upgrade their racial level. However, that also means they are despised across the realms with a passion

Yes. Despise. While the real reason they are hunted is because of EXP's and lack of penalties, some of the players, particularly the human and demi-human race, seems to have developed a White Knight attitude toward members of their race. 

They belived Heteromorphics are the true "villain" of the game, and had, for some bizarre reason, delegated it as their own duty to "cleanse" the servers of filth and monsters like them. Some time it would be a simple hunting party who do it for roleplaying purpose, other times it would be genuine assholes hellbent on being the righteous knight of the fantasy genre, as they should be

As if that's not enough, the dev joined in the fray and started puping out even more official game lore with the Heteromorphic beings as antagonist, furthering the bigotry against them in online matches. Being the Demon race, one of the more, if not most villainified race in Yggdrasil, means he suffered the most when it comes to this attitude of online racism

There was a time when Ulbert believed Touch Me was the same

But that time was long gone

"We're going to be using a human disguise"

"How? Illusion's not our strongest fort"

"Eh, now it's time to take that 300 level worth of power out" Ulbert shrugged "Does it enhance our already maxed out racial and class jobs based on our levels, or does it enable us to learn a shit ton of new skills, or does it...do both? Irregardless, you know where I'm coming from"

Momonga frowned. After a moment of contemplating, he decided to open his status window. Fortunately, it still works much to his surprise

"...." They both peered at his skill window

"Holy shit" The lich eloquently summed up their thought "I'm jacked"

"Uh-huh" His eyes glazed over "Really makes you go "what the fuck". Dev's propably trying to troll us. There's probably a massive downside to this amount of power"

Like, fucking hell, his raw stats alone is on par with a Primal Dragon. That's not even counting in the various passive resistance that are enhanced along with it

And the 200 unspent points still sitting innocently at the edge of the screen, just begging for him to use them

"Let's not waste those points" Thankfully, his demon friends interjected, pulling Momonga out of his daydreaming "You have your skill enhanced, right?"

Oh, yes. Now that the demon mentioned it...all his skills seems to be enhanced. If that's the case, perhaps some of his more...mundane spells...are somewhat strengthened too

Momonga raised up a skeletal hand and cast it

[Create Greater Item]

A spell that allows him to conjure items from magic at the cost of mana. The amount and quality of items created are strictly restricted by his mana (Momonga's Mana? Restricted?). He can create items of different nature

From tools of war

Treasure lost from history

To even the most luxurious of furnitures

Lists of several types of tools appeared in front of him. From predetermined constructs to personally designed items, there was enough of them to say that the 

Everything is possible with enough mana. And with his magic reserve boosted by the additional two hundred levels, Ainz's limit is truly removed. His mind raced with possibilities of how far he could go with this

Eventually, he decided to start off small and settled on a magical constructs of decent rank 

[Arthur's Mantle] had been created

- One of the thirteen trasure from the island of Britain. Originally worn by the esteemed King Arthur, those who don this mantle on them will never be seen, or so the legend say...

- Rank: [Legendary]

- Grants immunity toward detection magic below level 60

- When worn, eliminate one's track from enemy's minimap. [Incognito] is automatically applied if one has the Assassin or other related class job

A Legendary-rank item with full magical properties created by a 7th-rank spell. He would never imagine this to be possible

Momonga absentmindedly donned it on. He intends to create another one for his friend, only for the demon to raise up a hand

"No need to waste Mana" He cracked a smile "I have my own ways"

With a subtle nod, he sent a mental order his summons. They twisted sideway, allowing the two Heteromorphics to drop out from the sky. They would be called again when needed 

As they both neared the water, Momonga let out a subtle laugh

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Sorry for not updating this for so long. I think somewhere along the way of writing this I totally forgot about League's lore and has to check it again