Bone King: Starting from Becoming the Supreme

The first floor of Nazarick.

Two figures passed through the winding maze and came to the entrance of a long staircase on the first floor.

Below the long ladder were rows of dilapidated tombstones that seemed to have experienced countless years of wind and rain. Low-level monsters born from the large tombs were wandering aimlessly around.

"This is-- Lord Yashiro, this place is very strange!"

"Well, indeed, this is no longer the world of Yggdrasil."

Naoki Yamazaki originally thought that he would be very excited about traveling through time.

After all, he finally left that world that was rotten enough to make people sick.

But in fact, he was extremely calm at this moment.

He knew that this was because his passive skill - [Heart of the Fallen Sage] was taking effect.

"The air is so fresh..."

"..."

Sebastian looked at Yashiro with great confusion.

But I completely couldn't understand the meaning of this sudden sigh.

Yashiro greedily breathed in the air that had a slight smell of earth.

Then he opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace the entire starry sky in his arms.

Before the time travel, that is, in the 22nd century, the real world where Suzuki Satoru existed was an extremely polluted world.

The sky was often covered with black fog, and the sun was almost invisible, causing the collapse of agriculture.

The water quality is seriously polluted and cannot be used without installing a purification filter on the tap.

Moreover, the streets were surrounded by thick fog containing harmful substances.

Everyone who goes out must carry a gas mask, otherwise they cannot go out.

For all civilians, that world was hopeless.

And the world before our eyes symbolizes freedom.

"Master Eighth, please forgive me for not understanding your sorrow and not being able to share your worries. As a servant serving the Supreme Being, I, Sebastian, really feel unworthy of this position—"

"Hahaha, Sebastian, I'm in a pretty good mood right now."

"Is that so? No, if that's the case, that would be great."

"By the way, Sebastian, I want to hear your truest thoughts. What do all of you think of Momonga and me in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick?"

For him, this problem cannot be ignored.

After all, in the original work, there was Albedo, a yandere who attempted to "hunt" the Supreme.

“Momonga-sama and Yashiro-sama? Yes—”

Sebastian stroked his chin with one hand and answered without thinking.

"I can't guess what other people are thinking, but in my heart, Master Momonga stands at the top of all the Supremes. He didn't abandon us until the very end. He is a Supreme with a compassionate heart."

"Well, then what?"

"Yashiro-sama's words——"

For the first time, Sebastian fell into deep thought.

In his memory, the Supreme Being named 'Eighth Generation' did not leave much impression on him.

And his creator, Tachi Mi, only had three simple words to describe the Eighth Generation:

"Mysterious, powerful, and wise."

"Hmm? I see."

Yadai was not dissatisfied with receiving such evaluation.

Rather, he felt relieved by it.

He knew clearly that even in this world where most of the indigenous people were very weak.

There does exist a force that can barely rival the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

Among them, the 'Dragon Clan' is a race that absolutely cannot be ignored.

Therefore, compared to becoming the ruler of Nazarick.

He would rather be a supreme being who fishes in troubled waters.

He finally came to a free world, and he didn't want to become the second 'Ainz-sama' who often suffered from stomachaches.

Di-

【information】

Suddenly, Momonga's voice rang out in Yashiro's mind.

"Yashiro-san, can you hear me?"

"Well, what happened?"

"That's right. I just checked my own status and I can indeed cast magic more easily, and I can command all NPCs without any instructions. What's more exaggerated is that the NPCs seem to be terribly loyal to us. Of course, because it involves time travel, I can't determine whether the NPCs' loyalty will never change like in the game."

"That's it."

"By the way, how are things going over there? We really..."

"Ah, yes, the world we live in now is no longer the world of Yggdrasil. Standing at the door, I can even smell the nostalgic fragrance of green grass."

"The smell of grass, that's really nostalgic - well, but now is not the time to talk about that. Why don't you come back first so we can discuss our next plan? After all, this is a different world from Yggdrasil, and we don't know exactly how strong we are. What if the ordinary people here are stronger than us? Then we must think of countermeasures in advance."

I have to say, he is worthy of being the Bone King who has been fighting wits and courage with the air for years.

He had just crossed over and was already preparing imaginary enemies for himself.

However, Momonga can think actively, which is a good thing for him.

After all, an organization only needs one functioning brain.

As long as Flying Squirrel is around, he can slack off with peace of mind.

"Yes, Master President, I'll be right back."

“Eh——? Please, Yashiro-san, don’t talk to me in that tone again. I’m already under enough pressure facing my subordinates who treat us like gods…”

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then you should learn to adapt, Momonga-san. The guardians regard you as the supreme being who stands at the top of all supreme beings, and they think highly of you. You can't do anything that doesn't meet their expectations, otherwise their loyalty might change."

“What! How did you know… it was Sebastian? I see! Damn it! The smartest person in Nazarick is Yashiro-san, so it’s only right that you, Yashiro-san, should be the guild leader!”

"It's too late to say these things now, President, don't worry, I will do my best to give you advice. Pick up the energy and become a wise ruler!"

With just a few words, Yashiro put enough pressure on Momonga.

In fact, even if Momonga did not behave like a ruler, the loyalty of the Guardians of Nazarick would not change at all.

But between him and Momonga, there can only be one person who gives up.

Therefore, the party under pressure could only reluctantly embarrass Momonga.

-

The next day.

While Momonga was collecting all kinds of information about the other world, he was also perfecting the intelligence sharing system for the first to seventh floors of Nazarick.

The eighth generation, who was also the Supreme of Nazarick, was in the large bath on the ninth floor.

"Huh - this feeling, as expected, the person who invented the bath should be awarded a Nobel Prize - no, the one who should really be thanked is 'Berulibasan' who created the large bath."

Yashiro was shirtless, his arms resting on the edge of the large bathing area's pool.

On the right side, there is a white mask with black patterns engraved on it.

This mask is called [Chaotic Hypocrite].

In the game, the effects of this mask are: increasing the wearer's reaction speed; affecting the reaction speed of those looking at the mask; resisting all external detection skills; generating false information about one's own abilities.

It looks like just an ordinary mask, but it is indeed a "divine-level" prop.

Most of Yashiro's body was completely immersed in the pool, with his well-defined abdominal muscles exposed on his chest.

He slowly raised his head, and beneath his golden hair was a face so handsome that it would make one forget to breathe.

The gold pupil of the left eye and the black pupil of the right eye are like the rarest crystal agate at this time.

The only flaw was that there was a dark line engraved on the right side of his cheek.

"It's a nice day like this."