"So… they have decided to all team up just to take us down Huh?" I along with all of the remaining members of Ainz Ooal gown say as we look upon the enemy army of 1500 players were approaching the outskirts of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
"Several moderate sized guilds along with a 3rd of there force being npc mercenaries, all coming together to raid our base." Tabula, another one of our guild mates says as he watches through the feeds outside our base.
"Well let them come, if we are to be truly evil in a sense, we should let our minions do all the dirty work for us." Another said.
"Sure we could…" I say rubbing my chin before snapping my fingers, "But where would the fun be in that? Personally I want to meet them on the mid floors, in the blazing temple to be specific, because I highly doubt they would make it past the 8th floor if the remnants decide to kill Victim and activate his martyr skill wiping the rest out in the process."
"My level? Sure why not? Plus demons should work with demons after all." Ulbert, one of the strongest members of Ainz Ooal Gown, gives his okay on the plan.
The others talk with each other and all give the all clear that I can do that, only Peroroncino decided that I had to do something as well to make myself truly evil in this situation.
"You have to full chunni on them, just like Ulbert, and really put in the fear of our guild in them Blood!" (:D)
"What?! Are you making fun of my personally led evil persona, you porn addict?!" (>:C)
"You wanna go, Goatface?!" (>:0)
"Bring it Birdbrain?!"(>:€)
"Alright! Both of you break it up!" Several of the guild mates get between them and stop there fight, including Momonga, which I just smiled at the sight.
But I was also saddened that this wouldn't last forever, in the end only me and Momonga would be left when it comes to the final conclusion.
But that is for a few years from now, now on to more pressing matters, as while we were arguing the the literal army of players and mercenary npc's began there assault on the first floors of Nazarick.
So with a grin I teleported my way to the 7th floor of Nazarick, along with my two personal attendants that I 'made' myself and that I clearly didn't just summon into this world to keep me company, no not at all….
"Walter, Moriarty, it's time we lie in wait for our prey." I say to my two confidants and butlers in this world of mine.
James Moriarty (Archer) brought into this world while giving him the class of homunculus to stay here along with the rest of us since it's the only known race of the heteromorphs to look completely human.
Walter C. Dornez, originally from the world of Hellsing summoned here to serve me after his death, now both knowing the futility of trying to kill his own 'blood brother' Alucard, he has come to accept this second life of his, with his body in his prime he is now a homunculus vampire due to the events leading up to his first death.
Though I should point out that this is only a copy of the originals soul as his real soul had already went through reincarnation, whether he was reborn a human once more because of his actions or not is unknown at this time.
(A/N Will I go to Hellsing at some point in this story? I honestly don't know, there's no real merit, besides Seras, in going there as it's a very dark and cruel story as a whole, also why I'm not going to Berserk in this story either is because of how that world as a whole is like, an exception is Akame ga kill for obvious reasons :3)
After about 3 hours of waiting for them to trudge through the 6 floors above, they finally reached the 7th floor.
Of the original 1500, only 250 remained, so as I sat here on the throne of this crumbling shrine I watch as Demiurge and his 7 Demon Lords worked together in tandem to deal with those that remained that had entered this floor.
While low leveled as they maybe, only somewhere in the lvl 70-80's enough of them together can take on a couple lvl 100's, so even with all the traps and the work of Demiurge and the 7 Demon Lords, they were only able to take down 50 more before they too fell themselves.
Tired and low on mana, most of them decided it would be best to rest before moving onto the next floor but-
*Clap Clap Clap* they all could hear as a man wearing a cowboy outfit with a shadow for a head slowly began to walk towards them with both Walter, who was setting up his wire traps, and Moriarty, who was carrying his coffin while walking with his cane, followed in my wake.
"Well, well, well, congratulations, you all were able to make it this far, but this is where your raid comes to an end boys and girls, because the 'WildCard' BlackBlood, has come to end your fun for good." I say while twirling my hand cannon in my hand while staring them down.
Now in a normal situation in most games, quantity beats quality, no matter how strong you are, once your up against several hundreds enemies on your own you will lose, same can be said in real life too, but in Yggdrasil, Quality beats Quantity 9 times out of 10, and plus that I'm secretly the strongest person in the game, the result is already inevitable, but torturing them before they die is thrilling…..
Maybe that S&M mastery skill is effecting my personality a bit, but it's just a game right?
It's not like I'll do something so drastic as to use my Authors Pen, which by now has 10 charges from lack of use, to destroy all these players accounts permanently right?
…
I'm a very evil person arent I?
I won't go into the details, but to say that no matter what they did they barely put a scratch on me as both Moriarty and Walter cleaned up shop as they are both considered in the top 5 strongest NPC's, as far as the rest of the guild is concerned, in all of Nazarick.
And when there was only 10 remaining I decided to pull out my trump card, something that would later go down in the history of Yggdrasil as 'The Disappearance of 1000 Strong' I pulled out my own personal WCI that not even my guild mates knew about.
"Now I'm gonna do something that will put fear in all those who even think of even trying to invade Nazarick ever again! Be my test subjects! WCI! 'By My Decree!' All those that have attacked Nazarick on this day shall be forever cast out of Yggdrasil till the end of days!" I say in a very chunni fashion as I pull out a parchment and my Authors pen, before writing what I said and ultimately destroying over 1000 peoples hard work.
That day Yggdrasil fell silent as the screams of a 1000 men and women could be heard across the remnants of earth.
Title Earned, 'The Hated One.'