Overlord (book 1)

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The dressroom inside Momonga’s chambers was fil ed with all kind of different items, almost

reaching the point of running out of space. From cloaks to other things, Momonga could find all

kinds of equipment and items here. Sometimes he bought body armor, but after they became

useless to him they were just stored in here. Not only armor, also weapons ranging from staves

to swords, there was no shortage of anything.

By killing Monsters in Yggdrasil, data crystals would drop. These crystals could be attached to

items afterwards and countless original items could be created this way. If there was an

awesome item for sale, many people would be unable to help themselves and buy it.

As a result, that was the state this room has become.

From the variety of weapons in the room, Momonga freely picks a sword. Because there is no

fitting scabbard, the silver blade shines brightly in the light. Engraved on the sword’s blade

where text-like symbols and because of the reflected light they were easy to see.

Momonga picked it up and waved it around. It was light as a feather.

This was certainly not because the sword was made of a very light material, but because of

Momonga’s immense strength.

Because Momonga is a magician, his magic related stats were high but his stats for physical

fitness were comparatively low. But after reaching level one hundred, he accumulated a lot of

strength status points through training, which shouldn’t be underestimated. If he encountered a

low level monster, he easily dealt with it by using only his staff.

Momonga slowly assumed a stance with the sword, but the sound of a hard metal percussion

could immediately be heard inside. The sword Momonga was wielding in his hand just now falls

on the floor.

The maids in the room came over immediately to pick up the sword from the ground and

present it to Momonga. However, Momonga did not take it and was instead staring at his empty

hands.

This is it.

This made Momonga confused.

If the living NPC’s behaviour, words and deeds made people think that the life in this world is

not a game, then what about the shackles of the body. It has yet to make people feel tired of

living in the game.

In YGGDRASIL, it was impossible for someone like Momonga, who never picked a warrior

based class, to equip a Sword. But if this world became the real world, being unable to use a

sword should be impossible.

Momonga shook his head and decided to stop brooding over this matter. In the absence of

sufficient information, no matter how much he searched, he wouldn’t find an answer.

"Clean up."

The maids followed Momonga’s instructions and he turns around to look at a wall which was

almost entirely covered with mirrors, showing a skeleton wearing clothes.

Seeing how their own familiar body turned into this alien form should cause a dreadful feeling.

However, Momonga feels completely indifferent and that didn’t even feel weird to him.

Because he played YGGDRASIL before, he was already familiarized with his current

appearance, but there was also another reason for his calmness.

Just like his outer appearances, it appeared that his mental faculties had been affected as well.

First, there were his emotions: as soon as he experienced strong emotions, they would be

immediately put aside in order to calm him down, it was almost like something was repressing

them. Another point was his lack of any kind of desire, be it hunger or sleep. At first there

seemed to be a sexual appetite, but even after touching Albedo’s soft chest, there wasn’t any

additional impulse.

Feeling as if he lost something very important, Momonga couldn’t help but look at his waist:

CoCayn: NO BONER!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! There goes the boner joke... ImAKami: All bones, but no boner! Ghoststaker: There goes all the romance in this…

"Since there is no actual use ...... Will it disappear?"

Becoming slightly emotional, he starts to utter this out of frustration, but before he could finish

half of his sentence, that feeling completely vanished.

Momonga believed these changes to be extremely useful, particularly his mental changes.

Perhaps an Undead is completely resistant to spiritual attacks.

Although now Momonga possessed an undead body and mind, he was still a human deep

inside. Because of that, there would be moments when he experienced emotions, but the

moment those emotions became too strong, they would be repressed instantly. Momonga was

afraid that he would lose all his emotion in the future if he continued to stay within his undead

body.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a big deal if that happened, because no matter what the world was like,

the way Momonga saw himself would not change.

Besides, there were also NPCs like Sharutia around. Maybe being undead was not the cause

for this, it was too soon to say.