Owls? Magic? Skeletons? Oh my!

Chapter 2: Magic? Skulls? Giant corpse?

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

[spells]

'This is real. This is real.'

That was the only thought that was going through Momonga's head.

The undead skeleton, after regaining his composure from his earlier outburst thanks to some strange force that dampened his emotions, was currently sitting on a nearby rock. One hand thoughtfully holding his spiky chin; while the other was toying with another plucked flower that he had picked for a second round of very intensive sniffing to make sure his mind wasn't playing a trick on him.

'I'm not in a game anymore; this is real'

But with the confirmation that yes, the flower had indeed produced a scent that the fleshless overlord could smell. It only brought in a flood of new questions that Momonga desperately wanted to be answered.

'But if this isn't a game anymore why do I look like my avatar?'

This was the most puzzling aspect to Momonga, he was still a 2-meter tall skeleton man, but his middle school education was screaming at him that skeletons don't exist in real life. At least talking, thinking, smelling skeletons don't.

"Uwah, this is so confusing!"

Momonga finally said out loud, and, with an exasperated sigh dropped his thoughtful pose and leaned back in exhaustion, these past 30 minutes finally being too much for the poor salaryman. So Momonga laid there on the rock in silence, just thinking about his current situation while staring up at the otherworldly stars.

'Even if I don't know what's going on, at least I can enjoy the beauty of this night sky... I wish Blue planet was here to see this, I bet he would have loved this view.'

Blue planet was a member of Ainz Ooal Gown; a druid, he was a kind and gentle guy who was obsessed with nature and the sky. Pouring over old videos and photos of what it was like to see the stars and galaxies clearly before all the mega-corporations ruined it by smogging the sky up with smoke. He even designed one of the floors for Nazarick to look like a forest from the past. Spending hours on the sky alone to make it look as close as possible to the real thing. He would have loved the view Momonga was currently looking at. All of his friends would.

'If only you guys were with me now, we could figure this whole thing out together.'

Momonga laid there for a couple more silent minutes, thinking more about his past and the good times he shared with his friends learning about a new creature or exploring a new environment. But those pleasant memories disappeared as a new thought arose in the undead's mind.

'Does magic work here too?'

Momonga sat up straight now, this new idea slowly brought up excitement at the thought of actually using magic. 'It should work' he reasoned; if being a 2 meter tall somehow conscious, walking talking skeleton from a DMMO-RPG game is possible then why not the magic?

As Momonga got up from the rock he graced with the underside of his royal ass, he noticed a half-fallen orange pine tree about 8 and a half meters from him at the edge of the clearing. Deciding to make that his target he summoned the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown back to his hand and made his way over to face the half-fallen tree head-on.

'Let's see if my hunch was correct.'

The undead thought as he faced his 'enemy' and raised one boney hand majestically. Momonga then paused as he considered what spell he should try and cast. Momonga played a spell caster, and level 100 spellcasters in Yggdrasil had a total of 300 spells at their disposal to cast at any time. Momonga himself knew 718 spells, so to choose only one to act as the guinea pig to see if magic existed was quite the task.