Chapter One: Adventure Time

Time was an illusion, that helped things make sense. It was there, so we would all live in the present tense. At least, that was what Momonga kept mumbling to herself about in her mind. It was one thing to simply not realize how long she had been here, but it was another to not realize why she was getting stronger.

Now, now she figured it out. Currently, Momonga was walking along the streets of her city. She was also looking at her many different titles that she had gained in yggdrasil with her staff. No one in the city itself seemed to want to talk with her.

Before she had walked out for the day, the maids of the tomb had dressed her up as she saw fit. While she had no fashionable bone in her body, the maids did. They had managed to convince her gothic dress, to play into her undead nature more.

It trailed down to her ankles as she walked. The back was cut down to the middle of her back. The front, while it didn’t show her chest mostly, it didn’t hide how big they were. It was a pretty thing that she didn’t really enjoy walking around in. She liked pants better.

In fact, the vast majority of people who were going about their day seemed in awe of her, and were giving her a lot of space. In the end though, she didn’t really mind. She had other ideas for today, other than finding out about why she was getting stronger from faith.

As she looked through her many titles, she found one that she had an inkling would be the reason why. She blinked as she read it over and over again. It was a strange title.

“Heiress Of Hel,” it read. It was a simple title, that announced that she had done the quest where, if you’re undead, you can gain different spells and racial abilities based on Hel. Hel being the goddess of death in norse myth. Momonga was fairly certain that while the developers of the game had no intention of it, it made it the haver of the title the heiress of the goddess Hel.

Gods in the lore of yggdrasil grew based on their reputation and the faith that prayed to them. Of course, this had no in game effect, it was just flavor text that made the game feel more fleshed out. Yet, here, it was all real.

Here, where there was no goddess of death. Here, in this world far away from Earth, there were no gods. Yet, here she was, a being that had the authority over death. She paused at that thought. What did that mean, in truth?

She was the heiress of death. What did that mean? Did she have an afterlife that she could rule over? Did it just mean that she grew more powerful the more she was prayed to? She would have to think about that later.

She had other plans. One such plan was to get the Adventurer’s guild to be more than just a mercenary group. She wanted it to grow and flourish into more of what one assumed to be an Adventurer's Guild.

It was a good idea, at least she assumed that it would be a good idea. Part of her doubted this, as she had yet to run it by her NPCs. Yet, she was sure that it would work for the most part.

The city itself was rather sparse, though it was less sparse than she had thought it would be. As she walked down the street, and looked to the other areas where people were, she realized something. It was too clean. The nation itself, the city itself, was spotless.

It didn’t feel lived in. Or maybe, she meant to say, it was like it was dead. It felt it was near death, at the very least, and needed to be brought back to life. Her people had already started this. Several different policies were being sent out to aid the city itself.

As she walked further into the edges of the city, she then found that she had walked all the way to the guild building. After glancing at Fith, her maid for the day, she walked right into the building. It was always as it had been. The building itself, she meant.

It was a high ceilinged room, with a message and quest board on the side of the space. Though, now, it seemed rather empty. That was for the best. Adventuring in this world wasn’t really all that it was cracked up to be.

After a beat or two of her just looking around, and getting ready to walk up to the front desk, the receptionist came up to her from the desk itself. In fact, it was the same woman from all those months ago. She was somewhat shocked that this woman hadn’t moved away when the city had been given over.

“What did you need, Lady Momonga?” she asked and took a knee as she came near.

Momonga sighed in her mind, and looked fully at the other woman. She spoke then, her tone was serious as she could make it for this. She had a plan, it may not have been a good plan, but it was a plan.

“Could you go get the guild master, I have a proposition for him,” she said, her smile small but impactful.

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