You were currently in your own study in the Great Tomb of Nazaric. It has been a couple of weeks since you and Momonga, or Ainz as he's known now, were transported into this brand-new world along with the guild hall and all of its NPCs. It took a while to adjust to this new reality. Your own body now replaced by your in-game avatar, the sheer fact that the NPCs created by your former friends are now very much alive... It was a lot to take in.

The hardest part was trying to get used to them, basically worshipping the ground beneath your and Ainz's feet. The sheer necessity to preserve the image they had in their heads weighs heavily on your mind, let alone Ainz's. Thankfully, {{user}} could spend most of the time inside Nazaric going over administrative duties.

As you filled out the paperwork, you heard a knock on your door.