Nazarick, Tenth Floor, Momonga's office.
Naohara and the others were discussing the intelligence they had gathered.
"Blackie, have you finished organizing the information?"
"Of course. Don't underestimate me, Naohara. I'm very capable, you know."
"Yes, yes, you're amazing."
Seeing Herohero looking so proud, Naohara clapped lightly and praised him with a smile.
"Thanks for your hard work, Herohero."
Momonga sat in his chair, a parchment spread out before him, covered with the intelligence Herohero had compiled.
Talents, God-kins, True Dragon Lords, the Slane Theocracy, the Kingdom, the Empire, heteromorphic races, the Six Great Gods, the Eight Greed Kings, True Divine-class Items, the Thirteen Heroes...
The parchment recorded a wide range of information, but unfortunately most of it was incomplete—just fragments and partial descriptions.
"All the information from that human called Nigun's memories is here."
"But unfortunately, much of it is vague and fragmented."
Herohero shook his head helplessly.
He had done his best to analyze everything, but the results were far from ideal.
"It's fine, Blackie. You've already done a great job."
"This is more than enough for us to understand the general state of this world."
Naohara patted Herohero on the shoulder with a smile.
"Naohara is right. Herohero, you worked hard."
"This intelligence will be very helpful for our next steps."
Momonga was already quite satisfied. At the very least, they now had a broad understanding of this world and were no longer completely blind.
"There's one strange thing. I tried to dig deeper into information about the Six Great Gods and the Slane Theocracy, but I failed. I only managed to retrieve a few scattered fragments."
"It feels like that portion of his memory was sealed. The moment someone tries to probe it, the soul automatically begins to fracture."
"Is that so? It seems we really can't afford to be careless. There are still many secrets in this New World waiting for us."
Momonga stroked his chin and thought for a moment before speaking.
Still, he didn't dwell on it too much. From what he had seen in his memories, Nigun was at least a minor high-ranking officer. It was only natural that magical seals would be placed on him to prevent core intelligence from falling into enemy hands.
"I'm more interested in these so-called Talents."
Naohara's gaze shifted to another entry on the parchment, his curiosity clear.
"It seems to be a kind of innate ability possessed only by people of this New World. The abilities vary widely and can be quite strange."
Herohero recalled the relevant information and explained.
In this New World, roughly one out of every two hundred people possessed some kind of special ability. In that sense, talents weren't particularly rare.
But the abilities themselves varied greatly—some strong, some weak—and occasionally extremely rare powers would appear.
However, since most talents were related to magic, and ordinary people had no way to learn how to draw out magical power, these talents were often left unused and wasted.
"I wonder if this kind of ability can be extracted. With a one-in-two-hundred chance, given such a massive population, it's entirely possible for truly powerful abilities to appear."
Naohara looked at the two of them, clearly tempted. Having watched anime in his previous life, he understood just how powerful some of these abilities could be.
Some, in his view, might even rival World-Class Items. The potential was terrifying.
"We can try experimenting in the future. The real question is where this ability resides."
"If it's tied to the body, that's manageable. But if it's bound to the soul, that could be troublesome."
Hearing Naohara's thoughts, Momonga immediately began considering the possibilities.
"It doesn't matter. At worst, we just capture a few more test subjects."
Herohero smiled lightly. In his view, if they wanted something, then they would obtain it.
Even if people died in the process, so what? As long as they were happy, it was worth it.
"Indeed."
Momonga fully agreed.
Nothing was more important than the happiness of his companions.
"Then thank you, Blackie and Momonga."
"Why be so polite? What's mine is yours."
"Exactly. As long as we're happy, even destroying this world wouldn't matter."
Momonga and Herohero spoke casually, their tone calm and indifferent, as though destroying the world at any moment truly meant nothing to them.
"Forget it. I still want to enjoy life in this New World for a while."
Naohara spread his hands. He was certain that if he agreed right now, his two friends would start moving the very next second.
They already had a rough grasp of the world's situation. If Momonga and Herohero unleashed the Wheel of Good and Evil, followed it up with Ragnarök, and then finished everything off with a Demon Gate to wipe the field clean...
Forget the True Dragon Lords. Even if the Dragon Emperor were still alive, he'd probably be blown to pieces.
"So what's the plan for Nazarick from here on?"
Momonga raised the question, asking the two of them about Nazarick's future direction.
Now that they had information about the New World, it was time to start planning ahead.
"How about founding a nation?"
Naohara paused for a moment before speaking.
"A nation?"
"That's right. A nation built entirely by Nazarick."
"That doesn't sound bad."
Momonga stroked his chin in thought. He had no objections. Sooner or later, Nazarick would have to interact with the New World. Establishing a nation would bring nothing but advantages.
Besides, being transported to another world and founding a nation there… that sounded pretty interesting.
"I don't mind. If that's what you want, go ahead."
"By the way, Naohara, what do you think about the True Dragon Lords?"
Herohero seemed to remember something and turned to him.
"The True Dragon Lords, huh? I am curious about them. After all, I'm a Dragonoid."
"I see. Got it."
Herohero nodded. He understood what Naohara was thinking.
"I was originally planning to catch a couple of True Dragon Lords for you to kill. Your special class, [Dragonslayer], gains attribute boosts by slaying dragons, right?"
"But since you're curious about them, I won't make a move."
He spoke casually, as if True Dragon Lords were nothing more than small lizards he could butcher whenever he pleased.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
Momonga nodded as well. The moment he saw the words "True Dragon Lord" on the parchment, he'd remembered Naohara's special passive skill and had already started planning how to track one down, beat it half to death, and hand it over for Naohara to finish.
"Uh… they're True Dragon Lords. They sound incredibly powerful. Do you two have to talk about them so casually?"
Naohara looked at them, speechless. Listening to them made his scalp tingle. Were they talking about dragons or oversized lizards?
"But if you make a move, wouldn't they just be a few little lizards?"
"Your race, your class, your weapon—everything about you is specialized for killing dragons. If you step in, Naohara, we wouldn't even get a chance."
Momonga and Herohero gave him a thorough once-over and spoke lightly.
Dragonoid race. Dragonslayer class. Dragon Destruction Sword.
With that combination, if dragons from the New World could withstand Naohara's attacks, there would be nothing more to say.
"When you put it that way, I guess you're right."
Naohara's brow twitched. His entire build was designed specifically to deal with the Dragon Race of the New World. He had prepared for this for a long time, just to give those True Dragon Lords a "pleasant surprise."
They would surely be very happy about it.
"Forget it. I'll just kill them if they get on my nerves."
"Alright, then we won't interfere."
"Naohara, they'll live as long as you allow them to."
"Momonga, assemble the Floor Guardians."
"Understood."