God, it felt just like the old days.
Back in Yggdrasil, when the three of us—me, Momonga, and Ulbert—we would stay up until sunrise screwing around in the guild hall, laughing our asses off while the rest of the world slept.
We would roasted each other mercilessly but would also drop everything if one of us needed help.
That's why, the moment I heard Momonga was planning to head out on his little "adventure" like In the original, I immediately cornered him in his chambers, told him that he atleast have to learn the basics, and don't have to become a master swordsman overnight.
"Don't worry, old buddy. I'll whip that rusty body into shape and prepare you for the outside world. I know its not really nesassary with how many hp we have, but aleast you should be able to swing that thing without looking like a rusty gate, and look confincing enough so you don't embarrass the guild name out there."
Momonga agreed without hesitation. Because safety—no matter how trivial it seemed, was something he needed the most espessially in this new world. In Yggdrasil he had been an unbeatable magic caster, but here, in this living, breathing reality, every edge mattered.
and I couldn't stop grinning the entire time.
I kicked every single NPC off from Floor 6 without mercy. Maids, guardians, even the guardian—everyone out. I told them we the Supreme Being was conducting "classified combat research" and that anyone who peeked would be volunteering for shalltear new torture devices for the next month.
No one dared argued.
Of course the reason why he do this is because the man had a reputation to uphold to, after all. I couldn't let the maids know, that their beloved master kept getting disarmed and planted face-first into the beautiful meadow grass.
"Floor 6 is ours for the next few days." I announced to momonga, who get chill down his spine, feeling that something bad is about to happen to him.
And sure enough, the moment the barrier went up, all pretence of mercy disappeared.
CLANG—!
CLANG!
CLANG!
SWUSH—!
CLANG!
For several days, the sixth floor echoed with the relentless crash of steel against steel. The sound of heavy blades colliding rang out like thunder across the six floor. I corrected his grip, his footwork, the angle of his swings, sometimes by smacking his sword away and sometimes by simply tripping him when he open to many opening.
We sparred for hours every day. And of course his movements started off painfully stiff—but by the third day, those swings were actually starting to look dangerous. Clean arcs, smooth power, and that beautiful whoosh as the blade cut through the air. I felt stupidly proud.
Momonga growled, the red dot in his eye sockets flaring brighter every time I laughed.
"You're enjoying this way too much," he accused after I knocked his sword flying for the seventh time.
"Me? Enjoying beating up the Guild Leader? Never," I said with the most innocent smile I could muster. "This is purely educational. Now stop complaining, and move your body ass."
But he actually got better pretty fast. By day three his swings had real composition—smooth, with decent balance, and that satisfying whoosh when the blade cut the air properly. I was proud. And a little sad. Our fun "private lessons" would have to end soon.
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When we finally wrapped up, Momonga the immortal Undead Overlord who should have been incapable of feeling physical exhaustion, walked back to his chambers like a champion… then immediately collapsed face-down on his enormous bed like a marionette with its strings cut.
For two full days he lay motionless on his grand bed, staring at the ceiling with glowing crimson eyes that show nothing but utter fatigue of the soul.
"Henry…" he groaned, voice muffled by silk pillows, "please leave me alone."
I poked his ribs. "You're an undead. How the hell can get tired."
He reapet himseft, "leave me alone."
"Okay, okay. Just stay there and recover, big guy. You earned it." he din't want to burden his friend any longer, so he leave first to also finish the remaining task he have today.
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Meanwhile, Ulbert Alain Odle was having anything but a pleasant time.
With both he and Momonga effectively absent from administrative duties—We may have—very maturely and responsibly—dumped every single pending task, report, and minor crisis onto our favorite comrade to take care of, before we disappearing for our sword training
By the time I casually strolled past his office on the way to the training ground, the stack of documents on his desk had already reached a dangerous heights.
By day two, I heard his roaring from three floors away.
And naturaly, I wisely decided to become a ghost.
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He, perfectly fine and energetic after the training, made a strategic decision to avoid Ulbert entirely for those two days.
Whenever Ulbert's angry footsteps echoed down the corridor, Henry would slip away using stealth spells or simply teleport to another floor—doing everthing to avoiding him.
Once I even hid behind a giant decorative vase and pretended to inspect the carving with extreme focus, while a maid gave me the most respecfully, confused side-eye look of her life.
Anything to avoid the incoming danger.
Momonga, unfortunately, had no such luxury. He was still lying there like a decorative skeleton for sience class—technically accurate, I suppose—And this left the immobilized Momonga, as the sole victim of Ulbert's righteous fury.
Ulbert would barged in into the room for the fourth time that day, waving a terrifyingly thick stack of documents, and momonga became the perfect captive audience for Ulbert's unending tirade of wrath complaints.
"you two irresponsible, sword-obsessed, work-dodging bastards—!" Ulbert roared, "you two vanish for days to play swordsman! while I'm stuck working my ass of! And you—! and you—you're just lying your ass there like a discarded prop! I swear, if I have to hear one more report about the golems on Floor 5 acting up because no one calibrated their core matrices—My introgation is even done yet—! I swear I will make you into a real decorative skeleton if you dint move your ass tomorrow!"
Momonga could only offer weak, raspy acknowledgments. "Mm… I see…"
Momonga let out a long, suffering sigh that rattled through his ribcage. In the privacy of his mind, he wondered if he still want to continue adventure. But still, he endured. After all, he had asked for this training. And he had wanted to find, that maybe their friends is also got transforted to this new world to.
On the evening, as Ulbert finally exhausted his list of grievances and stormed out muttering dark curses about ,'this two bastard', henry finally got out of hiding, and reappeared at Momonga's bedside with a cheerful smile and two glasses of fine wine—one for himself, and one for his gloomy friend.
"You really made such a good progress for a short time. Your swings were looking much sharper and actually scary by the end." I said brightly, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Momonga slowly turned his head. The look he gave me was exhausted, and slightly annoyed, "Next time, we are splitting the paperwork evenly before we do other things. No exceptions. I'm not going though ulbert lecture again."
Henry laughed. "Deal. But admit it—you enjoyed every second of those sparring sessions."
A long pause filled the grand chamber.
"…I did," Momonga admitted quietly.
I leaned back against the headboard, sipping my wine as the distant sounds of NPCs going about their duties, the tomb humming with life.
Its a good feeling to have your friends here. One still recovering from training, one probably plotting our demise somewhere, and me… just happy to still can be causing trouble with them around.
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Hello everyone, you might be wondering why I haven't uploaded anything for almost a year.
Well, to make a long story short...
My father tried to kill me, my mom, and my sister. Thank God, we survived, and my mother has finally separated from that disgusting man.
And before anyone says we're being overdramatic or that he probably didn't actually intend to kill us — he was never a good person from the start. Even before my sister and I were born, he had already started gambling, drinking heavily, and frequently abusing my mother and sister. But strangely enough, the violence stopped a little after I was born, maybe because of my poor physic and i literally almost die there time when i was a baby.
But that still dosnt pardon him for what he did to us.
Of course, the court process wasn't easy. He kept harassing us constantly. We even had to increase the security of our house because there were signs he tried to break in at night. We still don't know whether he wanted to steal things or hurt us.
He took nearly 80% of the family business for himself, but he hasn't given me a single penny of child support the entire years.
Because of that for almost a year now, I haven't spoken to him at all.
My older sister still has to talk and have to get a good relationship to that wicked man because she still needs money for college, even though she doesn't want to see him.
But thank God, he started falling back into gambling, and because all his friends were bad influences, he got involved in using and Distributing drugs. And thank goodness, not long ago he was caught selling drugs and has now been sent to prison.
We finally received the documents for our family business, and now we can start paying off all our debts.
Honestly, this is quite ironic. I used to often call TV drama characters overdramatic and exaggerated, but it turns out the same thing is happening to my own life.
Updates might still be slower, because we still have several matters to take care of in order to reclaim our rights.
I'm truly thankful to those of you who continue to support this story and are still giving it a chance.
Okay thats all
Bye :)