Chapter 2 Would You Like A Glass?
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Tokoyami knew the three responses to fear: fight, flight, and freeze. Currently his mind decided the third option was best in the presence of this…God. He managed to pry his hand from the doorknob, but failed to move his feet as God put down his diary back onto the bed.
"Apologies for intruding," the living skeleton's voice was deep and regal as if he was handling a matter in a royal court and not some apartment, "I was reminiscing about my former residence."
That voice demanded a response from the bird-headed boy, "Y-You used to be the f-former owner of my s-sanctum?" He cursed himself inwardly for failing to hide a stutter in front of the being.
The skeleton raised a hand to his chin thinking very carefully about his words before staring off into nothingness, "I did…in another life I suppose."
During this short conversation, Dark Shadow was doing its very best to hide behind Tokoyami. Its trembling was definitely not helping Tokoyami's confidence right now.
The monster noticed the open door behind them and raised its hand as a green hue coated it.
Tokoyami used the silence to observe the skeleton in front of him, Goodness, his hands have several rings on them with different jewels inside of them. Tanzanite, Bismuth, and even a white emerald! His robes are nothing to scoff at as well. The theater of life seems to have revealed the main villain-
His thoughts are cut off by the slamming of the door behind him. He manages to turn around in time to see a similar green hue fade from the frame.
Telekinesis?! Is that his quirk? No wait, why is he a skeleton then? None of this makes sense! What is going on here? Why me?!
"Ah, there we go," the skeleton mused. "Now that we have some privacy, we can discuss some matters concerning…everything."
Tokoyami raised his head from the sea of questions to see the skeleton sitting at an ornate quartz table with two black chairs placed on either side of it. Death had taken one seat so it clearly wanted Tokoyami to take the other. His feet moved, finally, to sit down in the chair opposite of God; fully expecting his life on the line.
The skeleton nodded as its hands disappeared into black portals that came from nothing. One hand brought a pitcher of juice(?) while the other brought two cups. He poured one of them before speaking again, "Would you like a glass?"
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HOW THE HELL DID I FORGET TO DISGUISE MYSELF?! Momonga screamed within his mind. [Perfect Unknownable] could've saved this horrendously awkward situation.
[Perfect Unknowable] is a ninth tier stealth spell with the ability to completely erase oneself from even the universe's eyes. It is absolutely needed for an intel gathering mission and should be the first thing to activate . Unfortunately for Momonga, it is too late for that. Now here he was, drinking YGGDRASIL juice with a middle-schooler having the head of a bird right across from him in the middle of a dark apartment.
Momonga rapped his fingers in thought, which put his host even more on edge. At least from this alone he could tell that a living skeleton is not common. To be fair, when would it ever be? Might as well make the best of this and figure out what is going on with Earth.
"I suppose an undead walking around is rare to say the least?" Momonga started trying to initiate a conversation.
The bird across from him jolted himself in alarm at the question, "N-no sir, I have n-never seen anybody with a s-skeleton quirk. Your esteemed majesty that is currently in my s-sanctum is the sole being I have seen with such a quirk."
Ignoring the stutter, Momonga asked his next question which was bugging him dearly, "Ah, yes! 'Quirk.' What is a 'quirk' if I might ask? I have read, my apologies, your diary and you mention that your 'quirk' pertains to someone called 'Dark Shadow.' Are they here now? Or a better question, are they the shadow demon that is currently hiding behind you?"
The 'shadow demon' perked up at this question and showed itself to Momonga. It looked like the boy except a shadowy version of him with bright yellow eyes. "Your Majesty!" Huh it sounds like the liches when they speak. "I am Dark Shadow and this boy here, Tokoyami, is my host. I am simply a part of his quirk! Please don't kill me!"
Dark Shadow did a midair bow as it pleaded for its life. Momonga thought about this issue, God. These two are total chuunibyou edgelords. I hope the boy grows out of this stage or else he will be bullied relentlessly. Besides that, it's not a shadow demon…? Damnit, what exactly is a quirk?!
The boy, Tokoyami, seemed to get the hint and answered Momonga's inner thoughts, "Sir, uhm, your m-majesty. The demon seems to have made a g-grave misunderstanding. A quirk is simply an ability someone is born with. I am given the gift to control my shadow," he motions towards the bowing bird, "With the side-effect of having the head of a r-raven and having this as a shadow. Other people can have vastly different abilities from mine…"
"Could you perhaps elaborate on what these kinds of abilities could entail?" Momonga said with a slight irritation in his voice due to the length this was taking.
"Oh. Uh, the quirks can range from being able to change the colors of one's eyes to forcing people to do what you want with a single order. The number one hero in Japan, All Might, is so strong he can change the weather by punching upwards."
Momonga contemplated the severity of this information. One of these 'quirks' sounded like the [Voice of God] an 8th tier spell which allowed the caster to command anyone to almost anything, as long as they were under level 65. And this strength might be as strong as a level 100 player. He needs to gauge the power level of this world.
Wait, did he say hero? Like…a superhero from the old comics Touch-Me liked to collect? This is going to require some personal investigation. The boy and his shadow were clearly worried for their safety which Momonga easily caught the attention of. Might as well pay them for their troubles, oh, and move the [Lesser Bifrost] location.
Momonga then proceeded to stand up, prompting Tokoyami to do the same on reflex, and waved the dining tables and chairs back into his inventory. After doing so, he reached in and pulled out a purple vase with a dark-silver frosted top.
"Thank you for the information, child. As my thanks, I give to you [The Collector's Jar] specifically the shadow demon edition. This will allow you to have five shadow demons like your Dark Shadow at your command. They will attack, defend, gather information, or whatever you need them to do is up to you."
Momonga placed the jar on top of the nightstand next to the bed and walked back to where the boy was standing.
"Uhm, excuse me, but can you take three steps back?"
Tokoyami, staring at the jar next to his bed, mumbled "Huh? Uh, Yes sir!"
He frantically stepped away from his previous position. Momonga nodded and pulled out [Heimdall's Key] to remove the [Lesser Bifrost's] destination. A flash of rainbow came from the key, blinding Tokoyami before it was placed back in Momonga's robes. He walked past the stunned Tokoyami.
There was no way Tokoyami was going to let this intruder leave before finding out the most basic of information, "Excuse me, sir, may I at least have the privilege of knowing your-..?"
Unfortunately for Tokoyami, upon clearing his eyes, Momonga already activated [Perfect Unknowable] and [Teleportation] at the same time leaving a boy alone with a vastly changed worldview.
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David Shield was… less than pleased to be recalled from his current quirk project. The fellow higher-ups at I-Island were having a mandatory emergency meeting and needed the brightest of the brightest minds there. The only thing that piqued David's interest was the level of severity.
I-Island, unlike the rest of the world, used a system to dictate not how dangerous something is, but the range of its effect.
David's friend, All Might would be classified as a Type 3 National leading into a Type 4 which would be continental. The highest tier is Type 5 which could affect humanity as a whole.
Whatever these people found, was a Type 5.
David stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor of the I-Island Tower. He stepped towards the meeting door and was met with an uncomfortable silence.
13 of the smartest, curious, and inquisitive people in the world were deathly still at the information David was clueless about.
The table was shaped like a U with a large TV screen on the opposite side of the room to make sure every man could see it.
One of the scientists, David didn't recognize him, addressed the newcomer, "Hello Mr. Shield. I thank you for taking the time out of your day to witness my discovery. My name is Cari Kuzona, but just call me Kuzo." He got out of his chair pointed a finger towards the TV, "What is currently being broadcasted is live footage from a previously ," David took notice the venom in his voice as he spat that word, "Decommissioned Mars rover. This one is about 50 years old and was the last to be created. It has solar panels to keep it running almost indefinitely with-"
"Get to the point, Kuzona," grunted an impatient researcher. "Just tell the man what you found and we can get onto business."
Kuzona glared at the astrophysicist, but spoke into his watch some commands before looking at the screen, "We'll just show him instead…"
David decided to take one of the empty seats at the table and finally figure out what this Type 5 was all about.
The camera on the rover was shaking due to the rough terrain. It kept on moving for about ten more minutes before it reached "Point Alpha." It climbed over a small rocky hill and finally, it was in view.
The Impossible City.
No real name was given to it, except for the term "impossible" that was constantly muttered around the table.
"And there it is," announced Kuzona. "As you can see there are a dozen houses and a large castle in the distance. We can get a close-…"
He was interrupted again not by the astrophysicist, but by David himself, "Sorry, but what are they building around the town? Is that glass?"
The perimeter of glass in question seemed to be the workings of a dome.
"Strange, why are they making a dome in the first place?" Replied Kuzona. He then commanded his watch to get a closer look.
The rover moved about 20 more feet before the camera was blocked by one of the builders in blue clothing with a yellow ribbon around it. The camera only managed to capture a few frames of the creature's face before the connection went dead.
The TV screen was frozen on the face. The neuropsychologist was right. The first sign of intelligent life in the universe was living skeletons. Not only that, but well dressed ones as well. It was covered in a deep blue robe covering all but its face. A yellow ribbon surrounded it with sky-blue beads around its neck.
"It's very clear what we need to do here, isn't it?" Stated the man at the head of the table who raised one of his hands as though it was obvious.
David had no idea what he meant, I mean, what are you supposed to do?! They are an entire planet away! The average distance was a whopping 140 million miles from Earth. Still, David humored the man, "Okay Kristopher, what do you want us to do? Fly up there and hope to God they understand us? Or even better, don't kill us on sight?!"
"In a way…yes. We need to notify the skeletons that we are also here and try to coexist with them. Finding out their goal for Mars is crucial. And we need to hide this fact from the world."
Another quirk analyst joined in after hearing that statement, "'Hide this fact from the world?' Kris, you can't block the night sky from the rest of the world's observatories. There might be only a handful left, but all it requires is one look and then panic ensues."
The leader of the board meeting, Kristopher Collins, pinched his eyes with his fingers, "Fine then, we'll taper the information we give to the public. It'll be harder to hide entire buildings. Let's just hope no one else has figured out about the inhabitants…"
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" HOW THE FUCK ARE THERE ZOMBIES ON MARS?!"
The president of the United States of America, Brad Armstrong, pulled the phone away from his ear as the voice on the other side yelled with ferocity. Brad was a bald man with an enormous black beard sporting a scar on his right eye.
"Skeletons Alexei, not zombies. One is covered in rotting flesh, the other is just animated bones." The president sighed. It was currently 1 AM and he was still on the phone an hour later.
The voice on the other side of the phone, Alexei Kozlov, was the current head chancellor of the Russian Federation and a great friend of Brad's, "The mislabeling doesn't matter, their existence does! My men are telling me they are constructing a large dome with incredible speed. What if they decide to visit us and they turn out to be hostile like in the movies?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan that was drafted to me earlier tonight," he said as he looked down at a small stack of documents with the title "Project Martian," "We just need to make sure we visit them first."
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Yeesh, it seems another side-effect of the overlord race is people seeing me as royalty. Momonga lamented after seeing the reactions of the bird-boy and his shadow. Currently, he teleported to the top of the roof and noticed that it was in the middle of the night. Well, time to begin investigations.
Five minutes. That was all it took for Momonga to see the truth behind Tokoyami's words. It started with a blur speed through the streets, then a man with a snake head, and finished with a delinquent with hair made out of cracked lava. Every new discovery for Momonga made him feel like a kid in a candy store. He grabbed a simple non-magical notebook and pen to track everything he found.
Every new quirk he found felt like an unlearned spell to him.
He sat at the edge of the roof jotting down what quirk everyone that passed by might have. His collectionist mind was giddy with all the new potential. He once saw a hobo with a scarf leap onto the roofs across from him for some reason.
So there is still a huge homeless problem, huh…
Momonga spent the rest of the night flying up to people with the third tier [Fly] spell, waiting for them to show off some power, jot it down into the journal, and repeat. The top powers he saw was a scarred black-headed pyromancer who could make blue fire up to the sixth tier, a skittish red head who teleports when they sense danger (this one was annoying to catch as everytime Momonga got close to them they vanished), and a glowing green haired woman that emitted radiation.
Now that the sun was up, Momonga was floating above a sidewalk figuring out what to do next when a man in a funny classic-era style hero costume appeared. He was covered in symbols of screwdrivers, hammers, nails, and all other sorts of industrial equipment.
Oh! This is one of those heroes the boy was talking about. Funny looking costume, but the people seem to respect his presence alone.
So Momonga followed the man and he did nothing but patrol a few blocks the whole day. Randomly someone would ask for help doing mundane things. People would address him as 'hero' or 'Toolbox,' which Momonga assumed was his hero name.
Once there was an old lady that called out to the hero, it seemed her cat was in a tree and refused to come down. Toolbox turned his arms into climbing gear and began scaling the tree.
Momonga pulled out the same notebook, now titled New World: People & Quirks , from his inventory and began adding onto it, " Name: Toolbox. Occupation: Hero? Quirk: Can turn his hands into any sort of industrial tools."
By the time he was finished jotting his notes down, Toolbox managed to cradle the cat in his arms and put it down. The old lady thanked him and the hero went back to his patrol. The skeleton overlord put his journal back into his inventory. Then, without warning…
*BOOM*
Momonga swiveled his head to the side as he saw smoke and fire come from a building a couple blocks away with a hole in it. The hero he was following sprinted towards this location so Momonga decided to see what it was about. Both arrived at the scene right as two figures exited the hole with backpacks spewing money.
Toolbox was sweating at the sight of these two, "Dammit! I wouldn't have come here if it was the Dynamoe villain duo."
The female dressed in a TNT outfit saw the man and grinned, "Well if it isn't another bloody hero? A shame you 'ad to see such a messy exit dearie. If those guards didn't show up, we coulda left peacefully. You know how villain quirks can get…"
Wait, villains? As in criminals? As in people no one would question if they died? Finally, I can test how strong these people are! Momonga, still invisible, aimed his hands towards one of the monologuing villains. Probably stating how they'll kill the hero and run with the money. (As if he would even give them the chance to make the hours he spent following this man null) He then casted his favorite instant-death spell.
" [Grasp Heart] "
An opaque pulsing heart appeared in the skeleton's hands. He swiftly crushed it.
"Too bad you won't be-..." Blood started falling out of the female villain's mouth as she fell over.
Huh… It seems I feel nothing for killing humans. I really need to find out how drastically my psyche has changed due to my new form. He glanced at the other test subject. If a 9th spell works, let's try something a lot weaker just to find a foundation.
The male villain dropped his bag and began checking up on his partner, "Dyna? Hey Dyna, get up! Dammit this is no time for jok-"
" [Drown] "
The man couldn't breathe. He started coughing out water, but he still couldn't even get a gulp of air. Even though his lungs were full of water, it felt like they were on fire. His eyes blacked out before he even hit the ground.
Toolbox, the hero in the meanwhile, was completely confused and terrified at the sight of seeing two well-known villains instantly die without him doing a thing. Toolbox began pulling out his phone to call in back-up from the police.
Momonga on the other hand was covering his face from second-hand embarrassment.
He died from a measly 4th tier spell?! These people are pathetic! Man, I didn't even get to see their quirk.
Momonga left the panicked hero. He knew he needed knowledge, but was unsure where he would get it before he passed by a library on his flight.
That'll do .
He used [Teleportation] in case of people getting suspicious at the sight of doors opening all by themselves.
It would be a sight for anyone if they saw a skeleton overlord going to a city library like a student late on their work. Momonga began flipping through any book having 'Quirk' in the title, thank goodness it was in Japanese, and found out the history is almost identical to his own reality.
War, peace, war, peace, etc. The only difference being the fact that quirks started appearing in humans 200 years ago. Nowadays, about 4/5 of the world has these mutations. Technology has staggered since the rise of these natural powers and humanity hasn't fought amongst themselves in awhile.
Ah, just wait. Soon they'll realize they have nuclear weapons and then they will be back on track to the proper post-apocalyptic timeline.
Nothing he read had any indication that there were other realities, not that Momonga wanted to go back to that irradiated place anyways. It may be a shame he doesn't have the might of his guild or Nazarick anymore, but he knew any good roleplayer adapts to the situation.
Momonga continued to skim books until nightfall then went back to doing the usual: stalk people and find out how powerful their quirk is. He wasn't sure how to extract quirks yet, however that didn't stop him from keeping a list of names with each of their corresponding quirks for him to go back and kidnap when he did figure out a way how.
Right now he was following the most bizarre individuals. They all wore plague doctor-like masks with only the beak part. After following them for a few hours at night, he easily concluded that they were a criminal group. It was probably blindingly obvious due to the fact they killed five people for 'being infected.' Momonga was always covering his eyes everytime they 'cured somebody.' Not because he was disgusted at the sight of dead bodies, but that he was so embarrassed at how the villains portrayed themselves as.
Momonga cringed at this slightly, Really? Dressing like plague doctors and killing people because they are 'infected?' This is just roleplaying 101! They need a better script.
The beaked men barely talked much, but the skeleton got bits and pieces. Repeated lines such as "little girl," "the boss," and "Shie Hassakai." He was pretty sure the name of their group was that last one.
After the men finished their nightly walk, they entered into their headquarters completely oblivious to the specter of death floating above them. From the outside, the building looks like any ol' business complex. Even the ground floor looked commonplace for any establishment with a reception and welcome desk.
Continuing the following of the plague doctor villains, Momonga entered an industrial elevator and entered the underground base. It was oddly… nostalgic as it made the skeleton miss his subterranean guild base, Nazarick.
Momonga read the buttons on the elevator and they went as followed:
"[1] Lobby"
"[2] Quarters"
"[3] Chemical Storage"
"[4] Commissary"
"..."
"[14] Holding Cells"
"[15] Lab & Project"
The overlord didn't particularly care about any of this, but was hoping to get a head start on quirk research if he raided their lab. No one will care if some two-bit villain group went missing, right?
Once the beaked men exited the elevator on the fourth floor, Momonga waited for the doors to close… and 'subtly' tapped number [15]. The elevator shot like a bullet into the abyss. Less than a minute later a scientist opened the door expecting somebody to walk out, but nobody came. He had no way of knowing that death had already entered the building.
Midnight settled in as many of the scientists and lab employees headed for sleep while only a few had the signature beaked mask. Momonga silently waited for the elevator to stop moving to begin the greatest dopamine rush of any RPG player: looting an enemy base.
Finally! I can see what experiments they had done on quirks. Maybe synthesize them with other quirks? Create new ones? Perhaps even finding a way to transfer from one being to another? Momonga rustled through lab documents trying to find an overall summary of what they have been working on. Momonga may be in his thirties mentally, however he only graduated elementary school and didn't know what anything meant. He understood that this was chemicals, yet couldn't figure out the details.
Momonga sighed, Thank god Tabula helped me understand the basics or else I wouldn't know where to start. Perhaps I can spend my time studying now with a nigh-immortal body.
Desk after desk, lab after lab, room after room, and yet there was no paper stating what they were actually doing. All this changed when Momonga found a security channel that was streaming live footage of a room he had not entered yet. The room had an operating table, surgery equipment, and lots of test tubes. There were blind spots in the footage so he would have to enter himself.
Momonga stopped rummaging through the work of others and began opening doors trying to find the eerie room. It took him twenty minutes to find the sealed door. (As if some petty locking mechanism could stop him) He pointed a bony hand at the doorknob.
" [Dismantle] "
He was slightly hoping the 3rd tier unlocking spell wouldn't work so he could get a challenge as he used his hand to turn the knob, but the door opened without any resistance.
The first thing he saw was the operating table and the mini-lab next to it. He continued his search for any file pertaining to some evil machinations.
Jackpot! A full summary and chemical formula for… quirk removal bullets. Momonga stood there staring at the paper for a full minute. These people want to erase superpowers... What a bunch of fucking idiots. I just found a way to replace my addiction to learn magic and these imbeciles want to take that away from me!
Momonga was outraged at this insult. His emotion suppressor kicked in turning his fire hot rage into a miffed response. First of all, his curiosity wouldn't allow this. Second of all, according to what he has read, a nuclear war will not start as long as quirks reign supreme and don't die down. The Shie Hassakai are a bunch of radical lunatics.
Momonga, still figuring out if he should burn this place to the ground, heard a choked sob from the other side of the room. Now that he realized it… the security footage only showed the lab side of the place. He looked away from the formula, now focused on the other half of the 'lab.'
He went past the operating table in the center of the room and focused on a young child sitting on the makeshift bed crying in her sleep. The girl had silver hair, ragged clothes, and a small horn protruding out of the right side of her forehead like a caged unicorn.
Eh? Why would the yakuza kidnap some kid and keep her in the most secure place on the lowest level? Is she like a unicorn where her blood heals? Might as well find this out the easy way. Momonga took out his hand and began to cast his strongest spell upon coming to this world.
" [Control Amnesia] "
Multiple magic circles appeared over the unicorn's head and Momonga's hand as he casted the 10th tier spell. [Control Amnesia] allows the caster to manipulate the target's memories depending on the mind's defenses. Using it on a child in a world where magic doesn't exist makes for an excellent test subject.
Images from the child's point of view began to play in Momonga's head. First off, she calls herself 'Eri,' not sure if that was even her original name. It seems her quirk surfaced while playing with her father and vaporized him on the spot. Perhaps some sort of instant death ability similar to the 8th tier spell [Death] . He used his bony hands to 'scroll' through her memories to find key points in the child's life.
The child's mother gave her up to her grandfather who was the leader of the yakuza.
The grandfather gave her to his son, Chisaki Kai.
Kai used Eri to-... Oh. Oh my god. Jesus Christ. What the fuck is this?
Momonga looked like he was irradiated from the amount of green glow the emotion suppressor was emanating. He had seen orphan children die on the street just walking from his workplace. Their bodies decayed in the toxic atmosphere; all that would be left after a couple of hours was an acidized skeleton. Those children were the lucky ones compared to what Kai Chisaki did to Eri.
Kai had the ability called Overhaul which allowed anything his hands touched to deconstruct itself and then put it back together. If used on a chair, wood bits would explode. If used on an apple, not even the core would be left in its place. If used on a fucking human child , then you would only get an inkling of an idea of what the little girl in front of Momonga had been through.
It dawned on Momonga as he looked back at the formula he was holding and the emotion suppressor was now emanating a constant glow.
Jesus Christ. The formula for the quirk-erasers asks for 'a pint of cursed blood.' They are bleeding this girl dry, spreading her body around the room, then finally putting it back together to get new blood, rinse and repeat. I…I thought this body didn't care for what happened to humans, however this is beyond mere killing or torture. This is incomprehensible.
Momonga was thankful for his skeletal body for if he was here without it, the floor would've been covered in his stomach. It took several minutes before the green hue started to fade. He stared at the child's memories, if you can even call it that, and prepared for the hours of work ahead of him.
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Morning was coming while Momonga pruned around two entire years worth of this girl's memories, yet she was still sobbing from the nightmares in her sleep. He was ultimately forced to keep some of the trauma as that would negatively affect Eri in the long term.
The best way to deal with trauma is to realize it happened, accept it, but never forget it. Eri on the other hand, experienced something too traumatic for any child to recover from, so she deserved a bit of help.
Momonga put his bony hand in his inventory. The formula was now in this nigh-infinite space, although he needed something a lot more personal to him.
In YGGDRASIL, if people were of a high enough level, they could begin to create a CCC. This stands for [Custom Character Crystal] . It allows the user to create a secondary avatar and place it over the main one indefinitely. Only rogues and roleplayers used this item as the creation of such an item was a nightmare for just a cosmetic.
He never made one himself, but his good friend Bukubukuchagama gifted him a preset CCC. He pulled out the blue crystal with a gold underside. Momonga was, admittedly, a bit scared at what the avatar was as the shitty devs who created the item didn't add an option to see what was in the damn crystal.
He was considering just using his "calcium-enriched" form, but shelved that idea in the likelihood that she thought he was Death itself coming to claim her life.
Activating the crystal, Momonga braced himself for whatever tasteless form Buku made for him. A small golden light enveloped the overlord and vanished after only a minute. Looking down at his now Caucasian self, he saw that Buku at least had the mind to give him a well-exercised body.
Momonga pulled out a [Mirror of Remote Viewing] , not for its all-seeing ability, but for the simple purpose of being a mirror.
Upon placing it, he first noticed that he was a man in his late twenties/early thirties. He had short gray hair with a clean shaven face. Probably the most notable detail is the golden eyes.
Okay, she did really well with the creation process. Nothing out of plaaaaccce…
He then noticed a bit of a red orb sticking out from his upper chest. He completely forgot that the World Class Item [Godslayer] was in his body.
Yikes. I can probably pass that off as 'my quirk', but let's just see if clothing can do the job.
From his inventory, Momonga gave himself a light-gray turtleneck sweater, dark pants, black derby shoes, a black greatcoat, and topping his appearance off with rectangular eyeglasses.
Alright, the orb doesn't bulge through the clothes. Time to get rid of the mirror and set the stage.
Once the [Mirror of Remote Viewing] was removed, Momonga lightly patted the small girl's shoulder who was sleeping in front of him.
Eri woke up with a jolt thinking it was a bird-man, but was greeted with a different face instead.
"Hello little one," the face said, "Can you help me with something?"
The little girl was hugging her blanket close to her body. No words came from her, but she nodded her head in response.
Momonga let out a smile while dropping onto one knee to level their eyes, "Thank you. Despite my looks, I am very new to this world and I was wondering if you could please guide me through it."
Eri was confused at the request of this stranger, "I-I-I'm very s-sorry, sir. I h-have been in this room for so long… I don't remember m-much about the-the outside…"
"That's great!" His beaming smile startling her, "We can both experience everything new together. I myself have only spent a few days here, while you spent several years. As my senior, I would be honored to be taught by you."
Eri was taken aback and frozen in confusion. The man in front of her was older by at least twenty years, yet specifically asked for her help. He even had an outstretched hand for her to take.
"Y-You can take m-me out of here?"
Momonga chuckled, "Of course, little one. Although I must ask for your name as we'll be together for a while."
"E-Eri. W-What's your name mister?"
"Ah yes! Well, my name is Momon-…"
Momonga stopped himself as he just realized what his username meant. No way in hell am I cementing my name as "Flying Squirrel." I need to think of something to give her! Take a guildmate's name… no those are also silly and would be distasteful. Perhaps make one on the spot? No, that's how I ended up with Momonga in the first place.
Suddenly, it struck Momonga what the perfect name was for him to adopt. Of course, as the sole proprietor of it for the last few years, he was truly the only one left who could claim it as his own.
And so, the disguised overlord smiled at the girl while shaking her hand, "My name is Ainz Ooal Gown, but you can call me Ainz for short."