Chapter III

Luci Fiel the Fallen One

The most powerful being to have ever graced the world of YGDRASSIL and certainly the strongest of the Supreme Beings. Despite her unrivalled strength, Lucifiel had no wish nor did she ever try to seize control of Nazarick, content to be the second-in-command to the Guild Leader, Momonga. Her fighting prowess has earned her the moniker, "The Harbinger of Death" for when she enters a battle, it is guaranteed that death will always follow. As if she were Death's mistress and it her loyal servant, eager to impose her will on those who dared to oppose her. Should one ever gain her ire, death would be a gift and a mercy they would beg for. The anger of a dragon, especially the sole Fell Dragon is one that cannot be appeased easily and without sacrifice. Even the mention of the Supreme One's name has brought her enemies to their knees, for what chance do they have at defeating death incarnate?

Like that of Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama, Lucifiel's older brother is the "Trickster Lord" himself, Luci Fer. While the two may share blood, they are as different as night and day. Whereas LuciFer reveled in causing chaos and discord among enemies and allies alike, Lucifiel reserved her wrath solely for her foes. It was due to this that her relationships with the other Supreme Beings were close-knit unlike that of her brother whose relationships with most of the others are strained. Just as she is known for her prowess in the battlefield, she is also known for her unwavering kindness and loyalty towards those she deems worthy.

While her power is unmatched, it is her kindness and loyalty which has won the hearts of her fellow Supreme Beings and the other residents of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Omnibus of the Supreme Beings Vol. 1

Chapter 13

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"Maybe I'm the one who needs to get some rest instead of Momo-chan..." You muttered lowly to yourself, absentmindedly holding your face and taking no notice of the silver scales that encompassed the sides of your cheeks and travelled downwards below your neck.

How could you when you were still in denial about the seemingly impossible truth that you currently faced?

Despite not telling them outright of the turbulent thoughts and feelings that filled you at the moment, your loyal subjects could clearly feel the tension and anxiety you currently felt. The thrashing silver dragon tail being a clear sign of their mistress' distress.

"I can't log out, call a GM, or even access my console...So what the hell can I do?!"

Golden reptilian eyes surveyed the previously non-sentient NPCs before stopping on the sole male inside the throne room. If this wasn't an update like you'd assumed it was then would all the NPCs within Nazarick still take any of your orders? Well, only one way to find out.

"Sebas and Pleiades...Approach the throne"

"Yes!"

They responded as one before rising to their feet and approaching the obsidian throne with precise steps, stopping at the foot before bending the knee and lowering their heads to the floor once more.

The fact that they still took your orders meant that you didn't need to input commands in a keyboard, that it wasn't merely who could talk, and that they all had some semblance of loyalty towards you despite their apparent sentience.

Additionally, despite how technologically advanced it was, YGGDRASIL had not reached the point where one could actually feel the virtual world itself. Merely being able to make expressions, open your mouth as you spoke, and even felt various sensations such as your internal heat due to your draconic avatar spoke volumes of exactly the kind of situation you were in.

"I feel like one of those shounen protagonists in those old anime where they get stuck in a video game.

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Does this mean I'm going to get my own harem?"

The thought of being the love interest of several attractive men would have sent your younger weeaboo self into a frenzy. As an adult who was LITERALLY trapped inside a virtual world with seemingly no way to get back to the "real" world, you had more important things to worry about than amassing a reverse harem of handsome men to love and pamper you.

Although that rather childish thought didn't fail to send your heart into overdrive seeing as you'd never even been in a relationship before...or at least a relationship with a man who wasn't made of pixels and trapped in the virtual world.

Realizing that you'd once again fallen prey to your own thoughts, you shook your head and filed "reverse harems" for much MUCH later within your mind. There were more pressing matters that you needed to attend to, such as the silent but eager servants(?) of yours.

Unlike Momonga or Punitto Moe, your strength didn't lie in strategy although that didn't mean you were lacking when it came to the art of war. You could handle yourself just fine in a battle, but your way was mostly direct and straightforward because you knew that nothing the enemy could do would deter you from handing them a crushing defeat.

"What would Momo-chan do first in this situation?"

In an unknown situation the first thing anyone should do is...look for clues!

"Sebas, take a small squadron of wyvern riders and exit the tomb to survey the surrounding area which Nazarick is currently in. Should you encounter any sentient creatures, interact peacefully with them and try to learn about the area we are in through them. Avoid unnecessary combat and should there be any hostiles, capture them but make sure no lasting or critical damage is placed on them. On the chance that they are more powerful than you, flee the premises immediately and come back here and report to me your findings"

Would the head butler even understand your orders? The orders you gave to him and the maids earlier had been simple and direct, but would he be able to take specific orders like these?

"Understood, Lucifiel-sama. I will do so immediately"

The earnest and sincere expression on the other dragonoid's face banished much of the lingering doubt on whether or not the NPCs truly had gained sentience. He looked too real to merely be a construct of human ingenuity, too alive to just be a being made of one's and zeroes.

"Pleiades, head to the Ninth Floor and defend it against any invaders"

"Understood, my lady!"

However, with sentience also came the free will to not follow your commands and perhaps even abandon you. Up to what extent were the former NPCs loyal to you? Were all of them even loyal to you like within the game? Or is it just a select few?

Thinking of even the creations which you and your former friends and guildmates leaving you to rot alone in this lonely tomb made you see red for a second. Your body temperature heating up once more and yet you were not bothered a single bit by the rapid fluctuations in your body heat. Your hold on the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown tightened, the aura of the tormented spirits contained within the gems of power wrapped and coiled around your hand.

What did a person need to secure the loyalty of others?

Power

Something which you had always been in abundance of since the early days of YGGDRASIL.

Even if the NPCs within the tomb were programmed to be loyal to you because of your status as a player, member of Ainz Ooal Gown, and one of their creators, how long will they be loyal to you?

Only with a show of absolute power would a person never lose faith and especially loyalty towards their leader. Although there were other ways to ensure their loyalty, there truly was nothing better than a display of ultimate strength to let your subordinates know that you were still capable of leading them.

The question is, did you still have all your power from the game? Your level was maxed out, your stats achieving past their limits, and an array of skills that would leave enemies dead and guild bases destroyed. Was there a chance that they might not have carried over to...wherever the hell this was?

A small voice in your head scoffed at the ludicrous thought of losing even a fraction of your power and you'd be lying if you said that some part of you didn't believe that as well.

You could feel it deep within your...core? If you concentrated hard enough you could feel something warm pulsing within you and it certainly wasn't your heart. There was a constant thrumming along with warmth.

"Now where can I test things out?"