(A/N: The story was inspired by "Yellowness" on fanfiction.net by MidasMan. While the first 6 chapters are pretty much copy/paste and not something I'm not proud of, it does get better and the plot begins to change once you get past it. With that in...
(A/N: This is a future note by me as of chapter 25. This story was inspired by "Yellowness" on fanfiction.net by MidasMan. At the time of writing, I used his fic as a baseline for mine. This is why the first 6 chapters are pretty much copy/paste and not something I'm not proud of as I didn't put my own spin on things. If you can bear those chapters and push through, I really do thank you from the bottom of my heart. It does get better and the plot begins to change once you get past it. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy the fanfic!)
[Citrinitas's POV]
'Freedom. I never imagined the day when I can finally move my own body.' I thought to myself, softly closing my eyes as a few tears fell down my cheek. At first, I wanted my first act of freedom to curl up onto my bed and cuddle a pillow. But, this was Nazarick. A dangerous place filled with monsters. 'I can't act weak. Not in this place anyways. I also need to prepare for the upcoming shitstorm.' I thought to myself, wiping my tears away.
I'm no longer Ajax Dalton, as much as I want to be him again. I'm the alchemist plague doctor of Ainz Ooal Gown. I'm the mysterious NPC that never shows his face. I'm the strongest NPC magic caster. I'm Citrinitas. 'If I'm gonna survive in this place, I need to blend in.' I thought.
Firstly, I need to put on my plague doctor mask and hat I took off. My 'creator' wanted me to embody the horror of the unknown and mystery. As such, I keep this mask on my face at all times unless when I'm eating, when I take a shower or when I sleep (all things I do alone). Other than that, the mask stays on 24/7.
I do have to admit, the mask is pretty badass and unsettling. The mask itself is about 3/4th the length of the average human arm. The end of the mask was as sharp as a kitchen knife. There were no straps that held the mask to the face due to the use of YGGDRASIL magic.
The mask was pure white at the front and turned to a dark white/light grey at the end of the mask. Around the eye sockets were trims of black lines. When the mask was put on, the eye sockets glowed a faint white light that contrasted the black trimmings.
What was also interesting was that the mask didn't disrupt my vision at all. When wearing a plague doctor mask, you'd expect to see the long beak within your field of vision. Along with the glowing eye sockets that made me more ominous, the mask should have been useless as you couldn't see jack shit.
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(A/N: Just a reminder that the mask he wears is the one in this picture. His outfit is a mix of this one and the one before in the previous chapter.)
'Is it because the mask is a magic artefact? Most likely.' I thought to myself. Magic brought up another issue. The issue was, I knew no magic at all. Well, I did know the magic that was related to alchemy such as transmuting or appraising. It's just that I don't know what spells I can use that are related to fighting like your typical fireballs and magic arrows.
Unlike when I was a 'vending machine' for the players of Nazarick, I never fought anything such as players or other NPC's. I only stayed in my alchemy lab and made stuff like flasks and ores. As there was nothing to do, I turned my attention to studying the alchemy process in-depth.
