Hello. You might be wondering why I deleted the previous 22 and 23 chapters. And i also change what alastor do in chapter 21
Well, it's because I wasn't satisfied with how they turned out. And it was entirely my fault.
I was feeling really burned out, but I kept forcing myself to upload anyway—and the result really disappointed me. The chapters ended up messy, and I knew I could do better.
So yes, that's the reason.
I truly hope you'll enjoy the new version, and as always, thank you for your support. I hope you have a wonderful day or night.
Ok bye:>
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However, there was another problem just as serious—Demiurge.
Ulbert covered his face with one hand. "D-Demiurge is real now… All the things I wrote in his backstory—his intelligence, his cruelty, his endless schemes… they're not just flavor text anymore!!"
"I was proud of that writing, you know! I wanted him to be terrifying. Calculating. Always ten steps ahead of everyone." He lowered his voice. "I may have done my job… a little too well."
A brief silence fills the room.
Momonga and Ulbert slowly turned their heads toward Henry at the same time.
Momonga and Ulbert were relatively safe, but I, as his so-called 'husband,' was in a far more complicated and potentially dangerous position.
At this point, being dead didn't even sound like a bad idea compared to whatever he might decide to do with me. Considering the kind of mind Ulbert had given him… I could already imagine the 'experiments', disguised as affection from him.
I slowly turned toward Momonga. "Momonga… please," I said in a completely serious tone. "Use instant death on me. Right now. Quick death. No suffering."
Before Momonga could even respond—"With pleasure." Ulbert immediately raised his hand, dark magic already gathering around his fingertips.
I turned toward him. "…Actually, you know what? That works too."
Ulbert nodded seriously. "Very well. As a friend, I shall grant your wish!"
A surge of ominous energy began forming in Ulbert's palm. Just as Ulbert was about to cast—Momonga suddenly stood up and slammed his skeletal hand onto the table. "Ulbert stop!!" A pulse of authority filled the room.
His magic instantly dissipated. "…You're no fun."
"Why would you stop him?! I was mentally prepared!!"
Momonga turned his skull toward his chaotic friend. "Have both of you completely lost your minds?!!" Momonga pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose. "Both of you, calm down!! We are not solving this problem with impulsive suicide!"
Ulbert shrugged casually. "This was a rational solution!! Efficient. Minimal suffering. And high success rate!"
Momonga placed a skeletal hand over his face, exhaling in visible disbelief. "So you are proposing suiside over a simple communication issue?!"
Ulbert tilted his head slightly, "When you phrase it like that, it sounds extreme."
"Because it is extreme!!"
I raised my hand slightly. "In our defense, it felt logical at the time."
Momonga slowly turned his full gaze toward me. Even without any facial expressions, he somehow managed to look tired.
Then he let out a long, exhausted sigh, the sound echoing faintly through the quiet meeting room. He slowly brought a skeletal hand to his forehead, as if trying to relieve a headache he technically could not have.
The red glow in his eye sockets dimmed slightly as he looked at the two of them—one slouched carelessly in his chair, the other still sitting far too calmly for someone who had almost agreed to be executed. "We will create a proper plan to address this issue."
He straightened his posture, regaining his usual composed authority. "A story. One that convincing enough to survive careful investigation."
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And because of that, we held another meeting to create a plausible story—one that could explain why I, along with many of the other Supreme Beings, had become less active in the game over the years.
At the very least, I wanted to avoid hurting Demiurge's feelings or causing him to misunderstand my frequent absences from the game.
Of course, Momonga was not entirely pleased with the idea. He still clung to the hope that all of our old friends might one day appear in this world.
Fortunately, Ulbert stepped in to explain the reality of the situation.
If the only way to enter this world was by logging into YGGDRASIL—and if YGGDRASIL had truly been shut down and permanently deleted—then no one else would ever be able to come here at all.
There would be no gateway left.
In the end, after a long and thoughtful silence, Momonga finally agreed to the story I proposed.
Oh right, momonga and Ulbert also came to another agreement.
If the opportunity arose, they would deliberately leave Henry and Demiurge alone so the two of them could speak privately. After all, that conversation might very well determine Henry's safety in the days to come.
Ulbert clicked his tongue lightly, crossing his arms. "I'm not getting involved unless I absolutely have to. I still value my life."
Henry frowned at him. "But you're the one who forced this marriage in the first place."
Ulbert immediately raised a finger and lightly pressed it against my lips. "Ah, ah, ah, That's beside the point."
"No, that is exactly the point."
Momonga gave a small nod, "Indeed. We will not interfere without reason." At those words, Henry shot him a wounded look, as though he had just been betrayed. Momonga's crimson gaze flickered faintly as he continued, "However… if something truly dangerous occurs, we will step in."
The reassurance was calm and measured, and carefully chosen, even—but it did little to ease the tension tightening in Henry's chest.
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However, there was another matter we could not ignore.
When we were transported to this new world, Henry, Ulbert, and Momonga each found themselves burdened with unfamiliar memories.
They felt overwhelmingly real—as though they were events we had personally lived through.
Yet we all understood the truth.
Those memories were not truly ours.
They were fragments of the lore—the detailed backstories and character settings we had written long ago in YGGDRASIL.
And now, somehow, those fictional histories had become part of us.
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Once the discussion had concluded, the three of us finally teleported to the Sixth Floor to meet the Floor Guardians. Huft, that meeting took much longer than I imagined.
The scenery shifted in an instant—And The artificial sky of the Sixth Floor of Nazarick stretched endlessly above. Perfectly blue, flawless, and untouched by any cloud that dared move without permission.
In the distance, we spotted Demiurge, Aura, and Mare engaged in conversation. The moment they sensed our presence, their discussion ceased. All three turned, and they immediately approached us.
Aura stopped a respectful distance away and bowed lightly. "Welcome to the Sixth Floor, Lord Momonga, Lord Ulbert Alain Odle, and Lord Henry Abyssar."
Momonga inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Aura. And forgive us for intruding."
Aura shook her head immediately, "Not at all, Momonga-sama. All of Nazarick belongs to you, the Supreme Beings. We are honored whenever you choose to visit our floor."
While Momonga and ublert continued speaking with Aura, and mare. I quietly excused myself and approached Demiurge.
He stood perfectly straight, hands folded behind his back, his glasses glinting under the—
…Wait.
Glinting? It was clearly nighttime.
How are his glasses sparkling right now? Is there a hidden light source following him around? Does Nazarick have a built-in 'Dramatic Villain Shine' setting?
…Eh.
Other world logic, I guess.
The moment I drew closer, his sharp gaze softened ever so slightly. "Henry-sama, are you feeling better now?" he said in a composed yet faintly concerned tone... cute.
"I'm feeling better now, Demiurge." Then I leaned in just a little and added playfully—"And lower your voice a little—we wouldn't want the other Guardians to start panicking, right?" I added, teasing him gently.
He lowered his voice immediately, "My apologies. I merely wished to confirm your well-being." His eyes studied me carefully, "I am relieved to see you standing here in good health."
"Earlier, I was just a bit overwhelmed. Too much new information came in at once. And… I'm sorry for making you worry."
Demiurge visibly stiffened, looking both relieved and startled. To him, a Supreme Being apologizing was already unthinkable—let alone apologizing to a mere Floor Guardian. "Henry-sama, you have done nothing wrong. There is absolutely no need for you to apologize," he replied firmly.
I suppressed a sigh.
It seems I truly fuck up my marriage. Even now, he sounds more concerned about his title as a Guardian than about our title as husband and spouse
"There you go again with the '-sama,'" I said, shaking my head. "We're husbands. Our positions are equal. You don't have to address me so formally. Just call me Henry. Come on—try it."
Demiurge froze, a faint blush spreading across his face. To him, calling a Supreme Being directly by name was incredibly disrespectful. Yet at the same time, he didn't want to reject Henry's request.
His lips parted slightly as if he were about to speak, but no sound came out. In the end, he simply lowered his head, attempting to hide his flustered expression.
.....
... Looks like I'm the problem here, thinking about how cute he is at a time like this.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, then. We'll practice saying my name later."
Not long after, the other Guardians began to arrive one by one. Their presence filled the area with a disciplined aura as they assembled in flawless formation, awaiting the Supreme Beings' order.