"So these aren't your real eyes then?" Hachiman asked.
He had thought that Suzuki's eyes might have been two lightbulbs, but as his fingers went into Suzuki's eye sockets he could feel nothing but bone. As his fingers approached the gleaming points of light they faded away.
"Ah, they are. Sort of," Suzuki said. "Ah, could you please stop doing that?" Having someone put their fingers into your eye sockets was weird even if it didn't hurt. He could also somewhat feel Hachiman poking around his eye sockets, and suffice to say it was an unpleasant experience.
"Ah, sorry," Hachiman said sheepishly and withdrew his fingers. He had gotten carried away slightly with his curiosity.
Albedo, who was standing guard in the room quietly, had to restrain herself. How dare this person- even if they were also a Supreme Being, annoy Momonga-sama like that?
Not to mention if there was anyone who got a chance to finger Momonga-sama's holes it should be her- wait, that came out wrong, even in her head.
Mare, who was also standing guard looked cautiously at Hachiman. Everyone in the Great Tomb of Nazarick had heard tales of Ulbert Alain Odle-sama- and based on what he had heard Mare had been expecting someone as sinister and imposing as Momonga-sama himself- but this was just a normal human!
Mare was snapped out of his reverie when suddenly Momonga-sama turned to address him. He fought the urge to panic- he had been so engrossed in examining Hachiman he had neglected to pay attention to the conversation at hand and had no idea what was going on.
"I need you to go back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick and fetch Demiurge," Suzuki said.
As Suzuki had never met Hachiman in real life, he had no way of confirming that this really was Ulbert. But, this person did know a lot about the guild. Such information might have been stolen, or alternatively extracted using magical means from the real Hachiman. As such, Suzuki wanted Demiurge to confirm that this was his creator before he took them all back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
"So are you really Suzuki? Or did all of our avatars come to life?" Hachiman asked. He was excited by the prospect of his demonic form wandering around the Great Tomb.
"No, only I was turned into my avatar," Suzuki said. "I think it was because I was online when the server shutdown."
"Damn it!" Hachiman swore, causing Mare to jump where he was standing. "I would've stayed online if I knew that was going to happen!"
"Hiroshi was thinking the same thing," Suzuki said.
"...Who was Hiroshi again?" Hachiman asked.
"Herohero," Suzuki replied.
"Ah right, forgot some of their names," Hachiman said.
Suzuki turned his head towards the NPCs- he would have to have 'the talk' with them soon now regarding the fact that they were all video game characters. Hopefully they would take it well. And if not, well, the mere thought made his stomach ache. Even though he didn't have a stomach anymore.
Hachiman then leaned in closer to Suzuki. "So if you're a skeleton, you don't have a, well, down there do you?"
"Uh..." Suzuki said and waved his hand in order to make a Gate spell. "Mare- you should get going now." Suzuki then tossed the boy a Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown so he could also come back quickly, in spite of his protests.
"Yes, Momonga-sama!" Mare finally said as the boy agreed to accept the ring and ran into the portal.
"Well, no," Suzuki said in a low voice. Whenever people met him and learned he had been turned into his avatar that was the first question that came to their minds.
Maybe I should just get myself a business card- and have it say 'I was once a human, and no, I do not have a d*ck if you're wondering.' It would probably save me the embarrassment of having to explain the fact to every single person I meet.
While Suzuki was being mortified by these thoughts, Hachiman was wondering if it would be worth it to sacrifice his manhood in exchange for dark magical powers. On the one hand, he was mostly sure his own avatar would keep that specific feature, but he had to wonder if Suzuki wasn't maybe thinking of going back to his normal body. He doubted that everyone would be as eager to turn into their avatars as he was.
The portal led to sixth floor, which naturally was where Demiurge should have been.
Except he was nowhere to be found.
"Demiurge? Demiurge?" Mare shouted before realizing he could just try a Message spell to contact him.
"Ah, Mare, what seems to be the matter?" Demiurge asked.
"I have a message. You have to come to Momonga-sama's side immediately." Mare said.
"Ah, of course, I will make my way to- where am I to go?"
"I'll teleport the two of us there once you tell me where you are," Mare said. "i have a Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown from Momonga-sama, and I think we should hurry."
"Ah? I am at the bar on the ninth floor. What is the emergency?"
"Oh- Ulbert-sama has just appeared and-" Mare then noticed that the Message spell had ended, because Demiurge had cut the call from his end.
A few seconds later, Demiurge called Mare.
"Take me there this instant!"
"Uwah!" Mare cried out.
He didn't perform well under pressure. Or even when he wasn't under pressure.
Because even when there wasn't anyone else pressuring him- Mare would find a way to stress himself out regardless.
"So any other news?" Hachiman asked. Suzuki had given him a brief rundown on what had happened but had left some details out.
For example, Suzuki had not mentioned Tabula yet as Nigredo was still in the room and was instead examining the World Class Item- the Emblem of the Baphomet Lord.
It was definitely a World Item, though Suzuki realized that as long as Hachiman's summons existed he couldn't actually use the item and only Hachiman could. The only way to transfer ownership of the item would be to kill Hachiman.
The World Class Item did raise a question as it was supposed to drain XP whenever it was used, meaning that Hachiman would quickly run out if he kept using it. Had Hachiman forgotten about this limitation? He seemed to have summoned far more demons than was necessary.
"Nothing really important so far," Suzuki muttered absentmindedly.
"I have to say though, I really admire the fact that you guys went out of your way to rescue those people," Hachiman said. "I hadn't even thought about exposing anything I had done to the public- yet. But you're telling me they're on the fifth floor?"
"Yes," Suzuki said. "Hiroshi is given them an orientation, so to speak."
"Great, you're already doing what I had planned," Hachiman said.
"Eh?" Suzuki asked.
"Aren't you trying to start your own country?" Hachiman asked.
At these words Albedo let out a soft gasp but tried to hide it. As it was only Nigredo noticed it, for Suzuki was too shocked and Hachiman too excited to pay her any attention.
"E-Eh?" Suzuki repeated again, flabbergasted.
"It was the only thing that I thought of, you know," Hachiman said. "I mean, you took some people who have a reason to trust you, and you're sort of having them acclimatize to being in Nazarick, right? I mean, there's even another player whom you mentioned, so they should be able to get along with the other NPCs as well. Not to mention they can't go back to Japan."
Hachiman smiled. "I mean, they would be the perfect first citizens for the new country that we make!"
Hachiman sadly had jumped several steps ahead and assumed that Suzuki's mind had already reached the same conclusion that he had already in his head.
Hachiman figured that if he had realized that making a country should be their ultimate goal, Suzuki should have also figured that out.
Suzuki Satoru, of course, had no clue what Hachiman was getting act. In a normal situation his face would betray this fact, but due to his skeletal features his expression was mostly open to interpretation.
Thankfully at that time a Gate opened up into the room and Demiurge walked in as well as did Mare, saving Suzuki from any embarrassment of having no clue as to what Hachiman was getting at.
Demiurge, on seeing Hachiman, widened his eyes.
Surely...?
No, his eyes could not deceive him. This was certainly his creator.
"Demiurge?" Hachiman exclaimed. It was surreal to see his own NPC brought to life.
"Indeed, Ulbert-sama," Demiurge said and kneeled.
"Well, no need for that," Hachiman said and tapped Demiurge on the shoulder.
Suzuki supposed that was enough evidence to convince him that this really was Ulbert. In that case, they should get going.
"Alright then, let's head back to the Tomb," Suzuki said. "I think we should head for the Conference Room to discuss further matters- Hiroshi should be done wrapping things up by now."
"Yeah," Hachiman said and beckoned to his army of demons to follow him through the Gate that Suzuki had created.
"Albedo, Mare, please return to where we were and convey my message to Hiroshi telling him to meet up with us," Suzuki said. "Also, handle the further integration of the people with the Great Tomb of Nazarick if any issues arise. Demiurge, as you were- and Nigredo, um-"
He wasn't sure of what to do. He still couldn't have her come back to the Tomb, so he said, "Keep guarding my apartment."
"As you wish, Momonga-sama," Nigredo said and bowed. Hachiman had messed up her hair so it completely covered her face, but as she moved, the curtain of black locks parted to reveal a sliver of the horror hidden beneath.
Hachiman shuddered. If anything- he was glad that he wouldn't have to look at that face again.
Granted Nigredo had been standing at the side and was easy to ignore, and although Hachiman knew that he would be horrified upon viewing her face, it was as if some strange desire kept compelling him to look into her direction every few seconds.
Nigredo watched everyone else leave the apartment.
Neither she nor Hachiman had noticed that he had left some things behind- the small storage devices which were evidence from the laboratory.
Hachiman had forgotten all about them in his excitement.
Nigredo noticed them later but figured that Ulbert-sama must have left them there on purpose. He was a Supreme Being, after all.
Suzuki and his group entered the ninth floor.
"I've already called Hiroshi, so he should be joining us soon," Suzuki said.
"If you don't mind, Ulbert-sama, may I have a word?" Demiurge asked Hachiman.
"Uh, yeah, sure, hey Suzuki, I'll catch up with you in a moment," Hachiman said.
"Alright," Suzuki said, though he was slightly worried as to why Demiurge wanted to talk to Hachiman. Suzuki doubted that Demiurge would want to hurt Hachiman, but given the archfiend's nature, it was not out of the question that Hachiman, a human could be in danger. He almost considered accompanying Hachiman, but upon seeing Hachiman's expression, he then decided against it. It was as if he was an outsider interfering in a parent-child relationship, after all.
Demiurge and Hachiman trailed behind the rest of the crowd and Hachiman opened the door to what he guessed was his room. He didn't remember the layout of the Great Tomb that well. Ah, even if it wasn't, there weren't too many other guild members around, so it wouldn't really make a difference.
"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" Hachiman asked as he closed the door.
He had observed his custom NPC very closely, but Demiurge had maintained a flawless poker face which didn't really allow Hachiman to get any idea as to what his creation was thinking.
He still sort of remembered how he had programmed Demiurge, but it wasn't as if he had memorized the character description by heart. Also, he had let Yggdrasil in general slip through his mind over the past few months. He had had bigger things to take care of.
Now though he regretted not staying longer.
These thoughts were interrupted by a sound he had never thought that he would ever hear and a sight he had never imagined he would ever see.
Demiurge had genuflected perfectly, but there were tears streaming down his face.
Hachiman was unaware that Demiurge was even capable of crying given his status as an archfiend and the fact that his eyes were diamonds, let alone that he would actually ever do so.
"Ulbert-sama..." Demiurge said, his shoulders shaking as he wiped away the tears from his face. "Pardon the unsightly appearance of your creation... but... but..."
Hachiman had no children or any siblings for that matter, but at the moment he forgot about all his earlier thoughts of Bellriver and world conquest and was overcome with paternal feelings for Demiurge. His other demons, who were also present in the room, were silent.
Hachiman placed a hand on Demiurge's shoulder. Demiurge flinched- though Hachiman knew that it couldn't have possibly been because he had accidentally hurt him. He was level one hundred, of course, and Hachiman probably couldn't even scratch him if he wanted to.
"It's not a problem," Hachiman said. "Whatever the problem or issue is, you can tell me."
Hachiman was a bitter and cynical person at heart and he felt like he had exhausted his tears long ago. As such, he had a rather low opinion of people who allowed themselves to cry in public.
Public meltdowns were not entirely uncommon in the world of 2138. Japanese society had remained quite stagnant in many a aspect, including the fact that one was to put up a façade whenever in public. Caving into your emotions was a sign of weakness- particularly if you weren't a woman.
Still, eventually the pressure reached a boiling point and someone would just snap.
Usual protocol in such a situation would be too just ignore the person for a while. After a good cry they'd usually come to their senses and get back to work, and everyone would pretend that it never happened.
Hachiman did not treat Demiurge with reproach however. His face radiated kindness.
It was a kindness that Demiurge could not understand- much as how Hachiman couldn't figure out how exactly Demiurge's diamond eyes were able to leak liquid. Were his tears actually liquid gemstones or something? Whatever- there were more important matters at hand here than that.
How was it that Ulbert-sama was treating him so nicely when clearly Demiurge had failed him?
"Do you not feel ashamed of your servant?" Demiurge asked. "At his- at my- failures?"
"Failures?" Hachiman asked. "I don't think you have ever failed me."
"Then why- why did you not come back?" Demiurge asked. "Why did you never come back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick, unless it was because you were disappointed with me?"
Hachiman now put two and two together. "Oh- Demiurge- I would have loved to return to the game. I didn't not come back because I didn't like you- the opposite really. Just... some things happened and I couldn't come back. Some things out of my control."
"Out of the control of one such as yourself?" Demiurge asked incredulously.
Hachiman wasn't sure how to proceed. Demiurge clearly thought that his persona of Ulbert was how he really was- and while Hachiman would on some level love to pretend to be Ulbert, at the same time he knew he really wasn't the Demon of Great Disaster.
"It's difficult to explain right now," Hachiman said. "If you ask me again, I'll try to flesh it out for you. But later."
Hachiman wasn't sure how to continue. Ah, maybe his days of role playing would finally pay off here?
Hachiman straightened himself. "As for now, I, Ulbert Alain Odle do command you to rise! Wipe away the tears from your eyes, and instead devote yourself to my service, my creation!"
Demiurge stood up so rapidly that Hachiman was sure that had Demiurge been human, the rapid change of posture would've led to decreased blood flow to his brain and cause him to faint.
"As my god commands of me!" Demiurge said.
Huh, so that worked. Now what should I do though?
He felt bad for 'abandoning' Demiurge, though it had not been intentional. How should he try to make it up to him? How would one normally express that they were sorry?
"Ah," Hachiman said. "I have a present for you, as a thanks for your service."
Wasn't that how one usually apologized? With a gift, usually a bottle of wine or a box of chocolates or such? Well, now that he blurted those words out he realized that neither of those things would particularly appeal to Demiurge. Also, given the severity of what Hachiman had done, he didn't really think either of those things would suffice.
"Bu-But I have not done anything worthy of your kindness!" Demiurge protested.
"You don't have to," Hachiman said. "Just you being here, by my side, means more than I could possibly express with words."
Whatever. He'd figure out exactly what he wanted to give Demiurge later.
Demiurge now seemed close to tears again, those these seemed to be of joy. "This one does not deserve such words! But I will definitely do my best to fulfil all of your commands, O Great Creator!"
"And don't worry about it," Hachiman said. "I'm not going anywhere for a long time. The two of us can spend eternity hatching up diabolical schemes together."
He meant that last part as a joke, but he had a feeling that Demiurge took it quite literally. "Of course! There could be no greater honor!"
Hayato had thought that maybe the universe was punishing him earlier.
Now he was one hundred percent certain he was being punished. If not necessarily by the universe, then by that Kenpeitai captain. He was probably trying to get back at Hayato for the earlier meeting.
Why else would he be stuck with these officers?
There was Nobita, who was currently snoozing away at his desk despite being on duty- which incidentally made him the least annoying of Hayato's new compatriots.
Hayato wasn't sure how to rank the other two officers.
On the one hand, Yashimoto was constantly talking absolute nonsense. If he hadn't known better, Hayato would've assumed that his strange behavior had been precipitated by the recent quarantine, but no, Nobita assured him that he was always like this.
"I'm telling you man," Yashimoto said. "The government's hiding stuff from us. I heard from a friend- unofficial line of course- that there were some people in Novgorod- or maybe it was St. Petersburg, ah, don't remember but it really isn't that important, that people somewhere were eating other people! There was even this video- sorry, they took it down of course, where there's someone trying to bite another person's nose off!"
Hayato had learned by this point that the appropriate response if he wanted Yashimoto to shut up was to just nod and act surprised.
Of course the government was hiding things from them- this whole business about magic coming to life had been hidden. As if Yashimoto could read these thoughts just by looking at Hayato's face, he also added, "I mean, I don't think this is the full story, man. There's not just magic going around, there's only one logical explanation-" He paused here for dramatic effect. "Zombies! There's a zombie outbreak in Russia, and that is the real disease they're trying to cover up! It's just like in Apocalypse 2240!"
Apocalypse 2240 was a Dive RPG involving zombies or something along those lines- Hayato had never played it. Thankfully it seemed that Yashimoto was no longer inclined to actually talk any further.
Hayato smiled awkwardly and turned his head towards the third-and whom he had finally concluded as the worst- member of the group.
Sushanto was a man of Indian ancestry, as such his features set him apart from everyone else. What also set him apart was his complete absence of a work ethic. Even Nobita could find the wherewithal to get up and go on his rounds when called for (and also fall asleep almost instantly once his job was done). However, Sushanto could not manage even that.
Hayato was told that Sushanto was the son of an ambassador and as such his family had far-reaching political connections, which was how he got away with doing absolutely nothing and pawning off all his work to the other three.
Nobita and Yashimoto seemed to be used to this and take it as an unfortunate fact of life, though Hayato was not so compliant.
Up till now, their jobs consisted of sitting around and waiting to be called to certain locations to confirm whether or not there was any paranormal activity going on. As of now, they had had not success. And no, Sushanto had not gone on any of the patrols.
As such, when another alert came up asking for a patrolman, Hayato crossed his arms when Sushanto looked his way, indicating that he was not going to put up with any more of it. This might've been irresponsible on hindsight given that he was probably already in hot water with the higher-ups considering that he as assigned to this squad in the first place, but he didn't want to give in as easily as the others.
Sushanto sighed when he saw he wasn't getting his way, and to Hayato's surprise seemed to resign himself to the fact that he would actually have to do some work.
"So, where is this place then..." Sushanto muttered to himself. He had the slightest bit of an accent, indicating he may have immigrated in his early childhood. "So, an apartment owned by someone by the name of... Suzuki Satoru? That sounds-"
Hayato didn't actually hear the rest of what Sushanto said as he himself took a glance at the screen.
While he had never visited Suzuki Satoru in person- although something like that had been planned at one time- he did remember vague tidbits about the guild leader's life. He lived in an apartment- but was it this apartment? It could be someone else by the same name... but still...
"You know what?" Hayato said as he grabbed his mask and jacket. "I'll go ahead with this one."
Sushanto seemed surprised. "Wait- do you know this guy or something?"
Hayato frowned and said. "Well, if you don't want me to go, you're always free to."
Sushanto seemed to weigh in whether he was curious enough about this to actually have to go to work, and seemed to realize that he did not. "Suit yourself."
The Round Table Room was seeing activity it had not seen for many years.
Granted, it was still quite empty by the standards of when the guild had been in its heyday, but three people was a peak that it had not seen in a long time. Three guild members, that is.
When Hachiman walked in, he first introduced himself to Hiroshi. The two had never met in real life, so their greetings were as of yet quite formal and stiff.
At the moment, the NPCs had been ordered not to enter the room, and they obliged even though Albedo seemed to have a bit of defiance on that note though she didn't openly voice any issues.
"Sorry for being late," Hachiman said. "I was just talking to Demiurge."
"Oh? How is he?" Hiroshi asked.
"Fine... I mean, you did know him already, though, right?" Hachiman asked.
"Ah, no- sorry, I wanted to ask you how it was meeting him?" Hiroshi asked. "I met up with Solution- and it was an ah, interesting experience to say the least."
"Well, yes, I would agree on that front," Hachiman said. "Though, if you don't mind me asking- who was Solution again?"
"One of the Pleiades," Hiroshi said.
"The one with blonde hair?"
"Precisely."
"Sorry, again, I haven't been keeping up with the game or the guild unfortunately," Hachiman apologized again. "I was caught up in some real life things."
"No issue, I was pretty much absent all the time," Hiroshi said.
"Though I would've really stuck around if I knew what was going to happen," Hachiman grumbled. "Do we still have Race changing items? Do they still even work?"
Suzuki had gone on a slight reverie. It had been quite some time since he had seen two of his friends interact with each other in a way like this. Granted, when he had envisioned the guild reuniting, he had not thought it would be in such a way, especially not with one of the guild members currently being kind of held hostage in a room.
"Ah... sorry! My thoughts were elsewhere," Suzuki said. "We have not tried to use items such as Race changing items, though many spells and items we've tested out and they seem to work."
"Uh, but something we have to tell you though," Hiroshi said while twiddling his thumbs. It was hard to say what he was about to without flinching.
He explained where Tabula was right now.
"Uh..." Hachiman seemed to be speechless for a while. "Well, honestly on some level I think that's sort of messed up, but I kind of have done some messed up things myself, I think way more than what you guys did in some ways, so..." He trailed off.
"If he wants to leave, we'll let him," Suzuki hastily interjected. "We simply did not think that he was in the right state of mind given his intoxication. Also, even Albedo, his NPC creation, agreed to it, so we thought it would be fine."
"But we don't think Nigredo would agree," Hiroshi asked. "So we've kind of hidden it from her..."
There was an awkward silence that pervaded the air.
"Well, let's cross that bridge when we get to it," Hachiman said. "I'm sure once he's sobered up, he'll come to. But you guys aren't hiding any other guild members, are you?"
"Ah, no," Hiroshi said.
"Strange, I was kind of expecting him to be here as well," Hachiman said, glancing around.
"Touch Me?"
"Yeah," Hachiman said. Despite their rivalry, if there was one other person that Hachiman was interested in seeing other than Peroroncino and the two gathered here, it was him. "I thought you would all want to recruit him definitely. But oh yeah- I suppose if he isn't in his avatar he's not of that much use anyway." It wasn't so much that he cared for him as the fact that he was simply interested in knowing what he had been up to- as many people would often naturally wonder what happened to the most popular kid in their high school class even ten years after graduating.
"We'll look into it," Suzuki said. 'I mean, we do want to eventually reach out to everyone, even if they don't want to join us. If they don't want to join us, it's fine, but I feel like we should definitely make attempts to contact all of them."
"The only difficulty is that even if someone doesn't want to join us," Hiroshi said, "is that the NPCs most likely will side with them."
"Those of us who have families might find it hard to deal with," Hachiman said. While he was glad that Demiurge was up and walking about, he could understand that some people would probably not be very found knowing that their 'creations' were now real. Bukubukuchagama would probably scream if she ever saw Mare. Also, some of them might already have children of their own. An NPC, it seemed, was sort of like having another adopted child, so how that dynamic would work was going to cause massive headaches for almost everyone involved.
"I wanted to ask you something else," Hiroshi said, interrupting Hachiman's train of thought. "Do you know what 'Martial Arts' are?"
"Hmm? You mean like kung-fu?" Hachiman asked.
"No, I mean in the game, Yggdrasil," Hiroshi said. "I was training- sort of, to gain experience and stuff, and I unlocked a new ability but I've never seen it anywhere before or even heard of the term 'Martial Art.'
"Neither have I," Hachiman said. "To think- you managed to unlock something new in the real world! It must be something that was normally hidden by the devs."
Hachiman then leaned forward in his chair to take a sip of orange juice from the platter of food left in the room. Man- that was stuff was refreshing! It was some of the best stuff he had ever had. Even normal, natural juice with minimum artificial preservatives had been a luxury. Anything that was remotely healthy- or god forbid, 'organically grown' was beyond the realm of possibility for a worker like him to consume more than once or twice a year. "Talking is all well and good, but there's a little problem I think I need to tell you guys about too. It's concerning Bellriver. I think both of you know he's dead?"
"Bellriver's dead?!" Hiroshi exclaimed. Suzuki, however, stroked his chin as he did remember hearing something like that, but the details were a bit fuzzy.
"I think I did hear of it once," Suzuki said.
"I think I was the one who told you," Hachiman said. He then laid out the facts and details of the 'Bellriver Conspiracy' as he had coined it inside of his head and all of the efforts he had made in order to uncover the truth. He finished with, "Too bad resurrection doesn't seem to work, or I'd just bring him back."
"Eh? What are you talking about? We've resurrected some people," Hiroshi said.
"The ones I tried it on just burnt to ashes," Hachiman said with a frown, telling them about the two senior employees he had tried to bring back.
"Perhaps with a higher tier ability," Suzuki said. "Or even perhaps with a World Class Item resurrection could be guaranteed?" He then glanced at one of the rings on his finger. The Shooting Star ring did allow one to access various Super Tier spells in Yggdrasil, and one of them was a powerful resurrection spell that bypassed normal level loss requirements. "Or Wish Upon A Star? I think that could do it if we could find a body."
Hachiman nearly leapt up from the table at the suggestion. "Good idea- no, great idea! I should've thought of it myself! Let's go!" He then faltered. "Uh, to be honest, I don't know where Bellriver was buried or if maybe he was cremated."
"We'll have to find it out then," Suzuki said.
"That'll be hard with everything locked down," Hiroshi said.
Hachiman grinned. "True, but so long as we things such as Charm and Dominate we can always get someone else to do it for us."
And so, around this table, where they had planned out various raids and missions, they were once again beginning to cement a plan for another guild mission: to revive Bellriver!