Since the Dark Warrior Arc is basically about to start, I'm pretty much free for the next few months.
I can just chill out—or do whatever the hell I want.
And yeah—no, I'm not joining Momonga on his adventurer gig—playing the mysterious dark hero Momon.
Ulbert's not coming either, he's way too busy 'interrogation' the prisoners alongside Demiurge. Knowing those two, that interrogation could drag on for hours.
And right now, my only work is handling the usual military paperwork. Nothing fancy—just signatures, approvals, resource allocations, It doesn't take long—I finish it in a couple of hours.
With nothing else to do, I decide to drop by and see Momonga.
Teleport straight in the front of his office door. The maid stationed outside recognized me instantly. With a graceful bow, she announced my arrival and pushed the heavy doors open without being asked.
Inside, the scene was almost comical.
Momonga—dressed in his usual black robe—buried behind a ridiculous stack of documents.
With Albedo standing right beside him as usual, one hand resting lightly on the back of his chair with expression as though ready to fend off an invisible army of bureaucrats.
The quill in his skeletal hand paused mid-stroke, and before he could even greet me—I cut him of.
"Yo, Momonga." I didn't give him time to respond. "Wanna head down to the vault with me? I've got a couple things I want to mess around with."
Momonga set the quill down immediately. The chair scraped back as he rose. "Let's go, Henry. I actually have some items I need to organize down there anyway." He crossed the room in a few swift strides and stop beside me.
Albedo's golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She glided forward with that trademark elegance that somehow always carried an undercurrent of danger.
"My lords," she says in that sweet-but-dangerous tone of hers, "please allow me to accompany both of you. It is my duty to ensure your safety at all times."
I shrugged. "Eh, why not? No harm in it anyway."
Momonga gives a small nod. "Sure, Albedo. Come with us."
Without wasting another second, the three of us teleport using the ring of ainz ooal gown.
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The familiar heavy pressure of the Treasury hits us the moment we arrive.
With a giant big ass door stood infront of us, momonga recited the keys, and when the doors open, we get endless sight of rows glittering gold coins, jewels, weapons, armor, and mysterious artifacts stretched into the shadowed distance of the room, illuminated only by faint magical orbs floating overhead.
The air itself felt thick with mana and potent power.
I cracked my neck and glanced at Momonga. "So… what exactly are you planning to sort out? Secret stashes?"
"I want to organize the items HeroHero left behind before he logged out," Momonga replied calmly. "What about you?"
"Ah, just wanna test a few things. See if the item effects have changed here, or if they're still behaving the same way like In YGGDRASIL."
And with that, we began walking deeper into the vaults.
We passed through layer after layer of gold, security—runes, barriers, golem—until we reached one of the innermost chambers.
Unlike the cold, utilitarian corridors we'd traversed, this particular room felt strangely… cozy.
A plush sofa sat against one wall, inviting someone to lounge over it.
But what catches our attention is the figure sitting on it.
Tabula Smaragdina.
She lounged casually on the sofa, tentacles draped lazily over the armrest, her iconic squid-like form perfectly rendered down to the smallest detail—the glossy texture, even the way she moved with each breath.
Albedo froze mid-stride.
Her expression shifts from calm to sharp suspicion in an instant—killing intent rolled off her in waves so thick I could practically taste it.
"Who… are you?" she demanded, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. Her hand twitches to summonning her weapon. "That form… Lady Tabula Smaragdina? How? No—you are not her! Explain yourself immediately, or—"
The figure on the sofa tilted her head playfully, as though savoring the tension.
Before Albedo could launch herself forward, Momonga raised his skeletal hand. "Stop, Albedo! That's not her."
Albedo halts mid-step, though her glare doesn't soften.
Momonga sighs, sounding almost embarrassed. "Pandora's Actor," he said flatly. "Show your true self."
The figure rose with dramatic slowness—then her body rippled like liquid metal.
In seconds, flesh and color flowed away in liquid waves until only the familiar, absurdly proportioned figure remained—tall, golden, egg-headed, dressed in an exaggerated Nazi-style officer uniform.
"Mein Gott! As expected of you, Supreme One momonga-sama!" Pandora's Actor declares, snapping into a rigid salute. "To see through my perfect imitation so swiftly—truly, your wisdom knows no bounds!!"
Albedo's cheeks flushed crimson—a volatile mix of relief, embarrassment, and lingering irritation. "Pandora's Actor… you nearly caused an incident."
Momonga pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose. "Pandora, just… No more surprise doppelgänger sessions without warning."
I couldn't hold back, then burst out laughing. "Man, you really nailed it. That was pretty spot-on. Creepy-cute, even."
Pandora's Actor beams, striking another dramatic pose. "Danke schön, Henry-sama! If you wish, I can imitate any Supreme Being—or perhaps even yourself—for further entertainment!"
Momonga shakes his head wearily. "No! Let's just get to sorting the items. And no more disguises today."
Just as we were about to proceed, Pandora's Actor turned to Albedo with exaggerated bow.
"My lady. If you would be so kind as to entrust me with the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown for the duration of your passage."
Albedo stiffened. The request clearly stung—being addressed so casually by one of the Floor Guardians, without honorifics, felt like an insult to her pride.
She opened her mouth to refuse.
But before she could speak, I cut in casually. "Albedo, if you keep that ring on while we go deeper, the golems will attack us—because its automatic security protocol. Even we the supreme being are no exception."
Her shoulders slumped slightly. Golden eyes flickered with reluctant sadness.
"…Understood."
With visible reluctance, she slipped the gleaming ring from her finger and placed it in Pandora's Actor's gloved hand.
He accepted it with another crisp salute, then stepped aside.
Now, we finally entered the deepest chamber.
Row upon row of life-sized statues stood in silent vigil—perfect recreations of all forty-one Supreme Beings, carved in exquisite detail.
Each one radiated quiet majesty, frozen forever in their most iconic poses.
Momonga walked directly toward the statue of HeroHero.
He began carefully removing items from his inventory—scrolls, potions, armor, rare materials, strange weapons—arranging them methodically on the statue.
I watched for a minute or two.
Then boredom set in.
Momonga clearly need hours to meticulous sorting ahead the item. I had nothing to do.
So I decided to make my own entertainment. I snapped my finger while using [SCREEN OF REALITY] to add skill to myself.
When done, I raised both hands and use [CREATE GOLEM – GREATER CONSTRUCT] Three times.
The first statue took shape quickly—Momonga's unmistakable skeletal form, red eyes glowing faintly, black robe billowing as though caught in an unseen wind.
The second, Ulbert Alain Odle, tall and imposing, demonic wings half-unfurled, staff gripped in clawed hands, half face hidden behind that signature mask.
And the third—my own.
I kept it simple but accurate, wearing suit. And added a subtle scar-like etchings across my golem hand.
When done, three new statues stood beside the other—silent, imposing, and unmistakably us.
I stepped back, hands on hips, admiring my handiwork. "Not bad," I muttered.
From behind me came Momonga's quiet voice. "…You made those while I wasn't looking?"
"Just to kill time." I grinned over my shoulder. "Figured the collection was looking a little incomplete. Now we've got the full squad."
I leaned against my own golem's shoulder. "Still… kinda nice to see us all together like this. Even if it's just rock copies."
Momonga stared at the three new figures for a long moment. Then, almost imperceptibly, the red glow in his eye sockets softened. "…They look good."
Albedo, standing silently nearby, gave the statues a long, contemplative look—especially momonga.
Her lips curved into the faintest smile.
Momonga felt a sudden, uncomfortable feeling—but don't know where it came from where. Maybe he should've delay the adventure a few days, he though.