Chapter 40: Nazarick

(Bonus chapter for 100 ps.)

After hours of intense battle, led by our four groups, we finally managed to conquer the Tomb. It wasn't easy, but with each group playing their part and working together, we were able to swiftly defeat each of the Five Rulers and make our way to the sixth floor, battling numerous undead along the way.

Completing the dungeon successfully on our first try was no small feat, and the feeling of accomplishment was palpable among us. As a reward for our efforts, we were granted the World Item, "The Throne of Kings," for the guild master to sit on.

As I settled onto the throne, feeling the weight of responsibility and accomplishment settle upon my shoulders, a familiar voice echoed in my mind. "It seems like you're doing well in my absence, my dear," Death's voice rang through my consciousness.

I couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice, despite the seriousness of the moment. "Ah, Death, my love," I replied mentally, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over me at her presence, even if it was only in my mind.

"It's been too long since we last spoke," I continued, "I've missed you."

Death's voice held a hint of amusement as she responded, "Time moves differently for us, my dear. But rest assured, I've been watching over you,"

"It seems like you've made quite a few friends," she said as I looked at my guildmates.

I smiled as I watched my guildmates interacting with each other, their camaraderie evident in the way they joked and laughed together. "Yes, they're quite the lively bunch," I replied, a sense of pride swelling within me. "They've become like family to me."

Death's voice held a note of warmth as she responded, "It warms my heart to see you surrounded by such good company, my dear. Friendship is a precious gift, one that should be cherished."

I nodded in agreement, feeling grateful for the bonds I had formed with my guildmates. "Indeed, I'm truly fortunate to have them by my side," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity.

"And Do you have lovers in your realm?" Death continued.

"You wish. Have you seen my physical body? I've even started to cough up blood, and my body is deteriorating because of sulfur poisoning. I'm just a bag of bones now."

"Appearances mean nothing in the realm of the soul, my dear," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "It is the essence of a being that truly matters. But if you wish I can make your body healthy again."

"Nah, I'm fine the way things are right now. I only need to wait a couple more years, then this avatar will become real."

Death's laughter resonated through my mind once more, a gentle melody that seemed to soothe my soul. "As you wish, my dear,"

"So tell me, is the multiversal system ready." I asked.

"The multiversal system is ready, my dear," Death replied, her voice echoing in my mind with a hint of excitement. "I've been working tirelessly to ensure that everything is in place for your grand adventure."

"Thank you, my love," I said, "Ladies, your future husband is on his way."

•••

It's been three days since we conquered Nazarick in grand fashion. We've been relishing in the rewards of our victory, and one of the most exciting treasures we've acquired is none other than Nazarick itself.

We've been busy exploring every nook and cranny of the Tomb, uncovering its secrets and treasures. And to top it all off, we were gifted with the ultimate prize: the Throne of the Kings.

The Throne of the Kings is a top-tier item that lets me keep an eye on everything happening in Nazarick. I can even tell if someone's a friend or foe just by glancing at them.

Now with the Throne of the Kings in my possession, I've got a total of four world-class items: Ouroboros, Abyssal Horn of Infernal Conquest, World Savior, and now this prestigious throne.

With all these powerful artifacts at my disposal, I can't help but feel like a true overlord of Nazarick. But, of course, with great power comes great responsibility... and a lot of paperwork.

I never thought I'd be spending my days sifting through guild management documents, but here I am, signing off on guild policies and organizing dungeon patrols. Who knew being an overlord would involve so much bureaucracy?

But amidst all the administrative work, there's still plenty of fun to be had. We've been hosting epic parties in the Great Tomb, complete with undead DJs and skeleton bartenders. Who said conquering a dungeon had to be all serious business?

And let's not forget about the pranks we've been pulling on each other. Ulbert nearly jumped out of his skin when he found a fake spider in his armor, courtesy of yours truly. It's all in good fun, of course.

•••

Daily life in Nazarick

One day, as I was lounging on the Throne of the Kings, Ulbert sauntered into the room with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, Mr. Guild Master, got any plans for world domination today?" he teased, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.

I shot him a mock-serious look. "Of course, Ulbert. First, we conquer Nazarick. Then, the world!" I declared dramatically, eliciting a chuckle from him.

"Ah, I see. And what's next on the agenda after world domination? Maybe redecorating the guild hall with some tasteful curtains and throw pillows?" Ulbert joked, earning a round of laughter from the other guild members who had gathered around.

"You jest, Ulbert, but you underestimate the power of interior design!" I replied with a grin, playing along with the banter. "A well-placed throw pillow can strike fear into the hearts of our enemies like nothing else."

As the laughter died down, Blue Planet piped up from his spot nearby. "Speaking of enemies, do you think we should be worried about any potential threats to our newfound dominion?" he asked, his tone more serious now.

I waved off his concern with a dismissive gesture. "Nah, we've got the Throne of the Kings, remember? No one dares challenge us when we've got the power to see everything that happens in Nazarick," I reassured him, trying to lighten the mood once more.

"But what about those pesky adventurers who keep trying to raid our dungeon?" Ulbert interjected, his brow furrowing in mock concern. "Shouldn't we do something about them?"

I leaned back in the throne, feigning deep contemplation. "Hmm, perhaps we should send them a fruit basket as a peace offering," I suggested with a grin. "Or maybe we could just unleash the undead horde on them again. That seemed to work pretty well last time."

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