A Theory on Godhood: An Overlord Story

Chapter 30: A Loss through Time

"And you couldn't have waited until we actually brought over Nfirea to go and visit the little ones?"

"Please, father! A momentary lapse in judgement! I promise that I shall amend this as quickly as possible!"

"I'm sure you will, but please, don't do anything rash like kill yourself. It gets annoying after a while."

Tabula sighed as he said this, gently scolding the horrifying NPC who knelt before him. Her exposed facial muscles twitched in shame and remorse for her "mistake".

True, he had been the one to implement her love of young children into her programming and lore to complete her personality, but if he recalled correctly, she should have been far more fond of infants than small children.

He was thankful she had not gone on a murderous rampage as soon as she saw Nemu, but her unique interaction had intrigued him nonetheless.

Perhaps she's been inspired by Albedo's own changes in her personality. Here's to hoping Rubedo and Citrinitas don't follow a similar route. I've got enough on my plate as is.

The sound of building behind him drew his attention, his tentacles lashing about in slight agitation and anxiety with the new project personally unfolding before his eyes.

A good portion of the Forest of Tob where he was to station his "academy" had been cleared of dense vegetation and unnecessary wildlife, the great space taking on a seamless, geometric shape like a pentagon.

If the measurements of the area were correct, the actual building where his "apprenticeship" of Nfirea Barreare was would be closer to six-hundred square meters. Rather small for a school, but appropriate for the circumstances.

Much like his room had been, the brain-eater planned on utilizing some of the reality distortion mechanics that made the inside far larger than the outside, in an effort to remain more closely hidden.

The wood cut down from the trees was also reused to build the "academy", giving the paracasual building the look of a typical log cabin. Its small size and complex magic woven into its design would ensure that not a single centimeter was wasted.

At first Tabula worried that some of the wendigos that Blue Planet, Ankoro Mocchi Mochi, Coup De Grace, and Lupusregina Beta encountered would've harassed him and his entourage as they worked, but there was no interference so far.

Among the select group of players he informed of his plans, said Druid was chief among them, if only because the seilenoi had the most experience dealing with the undead beasts.

"I've been working very closely with the other Dryads and Dryad-born, and so far any and all traces of Linnormr and his kind have been contained to the Northern section of the forest," Blue Planet informed him when Tabula inquired on the status of the wendigos.

They agreed to meet in secret on the sixth floor, at a time of night when no one was likely to bother either of them. It was only a day or so before he came out to begin his grand plan.

"But I should still have safeguards in place just in case they do appear," The alchemist reaffirmed.

The elder satyr nodded at him then, leaning against a nearby tree. "Absolutely. Much as I don't agree with this excursion of yours. I can't stop you, and Momonga's playing keep-away with Ancient One and Punitto Moe, so it looks like you're set on this path anyways."

Getting away from the tomb itself wasn't particularly difficult either, especially since Nigredo had so helpfully offered to give Nubo time off to rest from his scrying duties, the serial killer inspired NPC serving as lookout while Tabula and the others teleported out with supplies and workforce in tow.