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Momonga, or rather Suzuki Satoru, knows that although it's unclear what level he's at, Nidhogg is definitely a very powerful person in reality.
He was not trying to change his life circumstances in this way.
In fact, Ainz Ooal Gown's guild is home to many very talented people.
It's important to know that YGGDRASIL is a phenomenal game, with an incredibly large global gaming community.
It's impossible for a group of mediocre people to build a small team into the top ten in the world in such a game.
Cartoonist, renowned voice actor, police officer, university professor, elementary school teacher in an eco-city, technical talent...
Ainz has a very good relationship with everyone in the guild. If it weren't for him being the guild leader and it were someone else, many people probably wouldn't have stayed in the guild.
If he wanted, with these connections, he could at least make his life much easier than it is now, if not become extremely wealthy.
But Flying Squirrel never had such an idea.
He simply cherished the hard-won friendship that he had never had in real life and regarded it as the most precious thing.
Or rather, they are like family.
He feels genuinely sad whenever a teammate quits the game.
But this world, this society, is far too distorted.
Understanding that everyone is powerless in reality, he could only watch his companions leave the guild, unable to shamelessly ask them to stay.
But 'Nidhogg' is special to him.
He never left.
What's about to end this friendship is the game YGGDRASIL, the world that holds countless wonderful memories for Ainz Ooal Gown.
Momonga realized that if he continued doing nothing as before, his longest-standing friend might also leave...
Thinking about this, a somewhat abrupt and impulsive idea came to the flying squirrel's mind.
He raised his left hand to check the time.
23：59：09、10、11——
It's getting closer and closer to midnight; the fireworks outside should be coming to an end soon.
The impulse escalated.
Do you want to do it now, right here?
It would be so embarrassing to be rejected...
Will it be like Lucifer, making people think I'm being too inappropriate?
But if you don't say it, you might regret it even more!
Inhale—exhale—
After taking a deep breath, the flying squirrel made a decision.
"that……"
Xia Yan tilted his head and looked at him with some confusion.
"Want to go out and watch the fireworks?"
"what?"
Yaaaaaah—
What am I even saying? What an idiot!
Upon hearing his question, the flying squirrel screamed inwardly.
Unlike the flying squirrel who was internally fuming, Xia Yan seriously considered the suggestion.
If I leave the guild now, I should enter the "side story" world line, namely the "Vampire Princess of the Fallen Kingdom" world line, right?
They lost the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which served as the guild's stronghold, as well as the vast amount of treasure within the guild and its powerful NPC subordinates.
But to be honest, these things didn't really affect Xia Yan.
After all, his skills and race will not change, and most importantly, Medusa is still coiled around him.
Other things in the guild, whether treasures or NPCs, had almost no impact on Xia Yan.
Even though all the equipment he wore was meticulously crafted at great expense, apart from that important world item, none of the rest were essential.
If it's there, great; if it's not, it doesn't matter.
but……
"Forget it..."
After two seconds of careful consideration, Xia Yan still refused Ainz's request to open the side story timeline.
It's not because of the plot or anything like that, since if he were to travel back in time, changes to the plot would be absolutely inevitable.
The real reason is—
23：59：19、20、21——
"We don't have enough time. No matter how fast we rush, half a minute isn't enough for us to get to the ground."
“That’s true, hahaha…” Momonga chuckled awkwardly, scratched his bald head, and said in a slightly trembling voice, “Well, perhaps this is a bit offensive, but…”
Chapter Ten: The Mass Transmigration Event in the Great Tomb of Nazarick
"Could you tell me? Nidhoggsan's real name... After all, we've known each other for so long, we can play other games together in the future..."
"Of course, if this causes any trouble, please just pretend I didn't say anything!"
Suzuki Satoru spoke haltingly, as if he were confessing his feelings to his crush for the first time when he was in elementary school.
It's not that he has a problem with his spoken language skills.
In fact, although he wasn't exactly eloquent as a salesman, he was at least much better than the average person and could be considered quite outstanding.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have become one of the top-ranked heavy spenders in the entire server with only a third of his salary.
The reason I'm so nervous is because I cherish this friendship so much.
It's not just about games; if you just want to play other games together, knowing each other's online IDs is enough to contact each other via email.
What he longs for is to have friendships in real life as well.
23：59：50、5-1、52——
Is that not allowed...?
The flying squirrel, having received no reply, began to regret its actions.
So embarrassing...
Even though they're just online friends, it must be quite perplexing for Nidhoggsan to inquire about their real-life names without knowing the full story.
"Xia Yan."
"Eh?"
"Just call me Xia Yan."
Hearing the voice beside him, Momonga raised his head in surprise and looked at the dragon-man who was about a head taller than him, his eyes sparkling with delight.
Of course, this only exists in his imagination, since game characters cannot make expressions.
Even if he could, his skeleton costume couldn't produce something like a sudden flash of light.
"Then please call me 'Suzuki Satoru' as well, Natsuhiko-san!"
Overjoyed, Ainz exchanged names, much like when he first made friends with someone as a child.
与此同时，计时器上的数字也从23：59：59跳动到了00：00：00。
"……Um?"
The flying squirrel, who had closed its eyes expecting to be forcefully kicked out of the game, opened them in surprise.
Specifically, this manifested as a scarlet light shining within the otherwise completely black eye sockets.
"……How is this going?"
Instead of returning to the familiar, almost impoverished room that resembled a prison, they found themselves in a state of extreme frugality.
The surrounding area was still the magnificent throne room, and beneath him was still the splendid throne of the kings, not that brand-name ergonomic chair that he had used for many years but couldn't bear to replace.
Could it be that the server shutdown time has been postponed?
"Xia Yan?"
Looking at the tall dragonman still standing beside him, seemingly deep in thought, Suzuki Satoru softly called his name.
Then, to his surprise, the female NPC who had been curled up on Xia Yan and in a standby state turned her head and looked at him!
Although she didn't have any extra expressions, her pale purple eyes clearly revealed a nonchalant sense of nobility.
That cannot be simulated by data!
...Xia Yansang's NPC has come to life!?
Unlike Suzuki Satoru, who was somewhat confused about what had happened, Natsuhiko had been looking forward to this moment.
It can be said that they were well-prepared!
He had been waiting for this moment for a full twelve years!
Unlike Suzuki Satoru, who was just an ordinary person, he chose the Undead, a race that is inherently undead.
At the very moment the clock struck 00:00:00, Xia Yan clearly felt himself "come alive"!
The original game might already seem quite realistic to ordinary people, as if they had traveled to another world.
But for Xia Yan, it was at most a hallucination, or even the kind of low-level hallucination that only appeared on his retina.
He can clearly distinguish the gap between reality and reality.
Just like watching a VR movie rendered in real time, the external senses are still present.
If he wanted, he could even multitask, living a normal life while simultaneously controlling his game character to perform various actions.