Overlord (book 1)

showing his reflection, it had the image of a grassland. The mirror was like a television, showing

the scene of an unknown prairie.

The grass swayed in the mirror, proving that it wasn’t just a stil image.

As time passed, the sun rose, driving away the darkness shrouding the grasslands. The

picturesque charm of the rustic countryside was a huge difference as compared to the gloomy

despair of Hel Heim, where Nazarick was previously located in.

Momonga pointed to the mirror and gently waved to the right. The scene reflected in the mirror

quickly changed.

Remote Viewing Lens.

For Player Killers (PK) or Player Killer Killers (PKK), this item that could display the location of players would be invaluable. However, if the players just use some low level anti-search magic,

they could easily hide beyond sight. Not only that, it would be easy to receive an attack while

using it, so the mirror was actually a very balanced item.

But with this, one could easily see the outside scenery and for the current situation this was a

very useful tool.

Admiring the grasslands like watching a movie, the scenery in the mirror was constantly

changing.

“I can change the images by waving my hand, then with that I should be able to view different

angles of the same place.”

Momonga drew a circle in the air, the view of the the scenery changed. Although he kept on

changing the view in the mirror using hand gestures, hoping to find people, he was unable to

find any signs of intelligent life——preferably humans.

He continued doing this monotonous job, but the only things reflected on the mirror after every

change were more grasslands. After watching for so long, he felt bored, and thus looked at the

only other person in the room.

“Anything wrong Momonga-sama? If you require anything please do not hesitate to tell me.”

“No, it’s nothing, Sebastian.”

The other person in the room, Sebastian, showed a smile, but his previous sentence actually

had another meaning. Although Sebastian is bound to absolutely obey any order, the fact that

Momonga did not bring his entourage made Sebastian feel a bit unhappy.

After coming back from above ground, Sebastian lectured him.

“Wel , he does have a point…”

Momonga spoke out what was in his heart.

When he was with Sebastian, he was reminded of his previous guild member, Touch Me-san.

He was the one who designed Sebastian after all.

But he didn’t have to design Sebastian to look exactly like him, even his angry look was just as

scary.

After silently complaining, Momonga once again looked at the mirror.

Momonga thought about teaching the technique of manipulating the mirror to Demiurge. This

was in regards to what he told Demiurge previously, about an idea to improve the security

network.

Although it would’ve been easier to give this responsibility to a subordinate, Momonga still felt

like he should do this personally. Actually he had another motive, it was that he wanted his

subordinates to see him hard at work and admire him. So he definitely cannot let boredom

cause him to quit halfway. And the reason why wasn’t he looking at things from a higher angle...

if only there was a manual——With a bitter expression, Momonga continued the boring task of

experimenting with the mirror.

An unknown amount of time passed.

It could have been a short time, but if there were no results, one could only feel that time was

being wasted.

With an empty expression, Momonga randomly gestured, suddenly the scene grew bigger.

“Oh!”

Surprise, joy, pride, with those emotions Momonga exclaimed. After a long time of making

random hand gestures, finally the images changed according to his will. Like a group of

programmers that had just finished eight hours of overtime, Momonga cheered.

In response to his cheers, sounds of applause could be heard. That sound obviously came from

Sebastian.

“Congratulations, Momonga-sama. Truly admirable!”

After going through much trial and error and finally getting a result, would not necessarily be

worth such praise. Momonga was thinking in this way, but after seeing Sebastian’s happy

expression, he frankly accepted his praise.

“Thank you, Sebastian, but for you to accompany for this long, I apologise.”

“What are you saying, to be at Momonga-sama’s side, to obey your orders, would be the

meaning of a butler’s existence. There is no need to apologise… But, you have spent a lot of

time doing this. Momonga-sama would you like to take a break?”

“No, there is no need. For someone undead like myself, there won’t be any feelings of fatigue.

However if you are tired, it is alright if you go rest.”

“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but what kind of the servant rests while his master is hard at

work. With the help of some items, I too will never feel physical fatigue, please allow me to stay

by your side until you are finished.”

From that conversation, Momonga noticed one thing. It was that everyone would casually use

game terms. Such as Special Skil s, Classes, Items, Status, Damage, Negative Effects etc…