Chapter 299: 299 you don’t lose, I make a killing
Undoubtedly, Momonga was a Magic Singer.
Although at this moment, his appearance was completely that of a burly warrior, in reality, he was the most orthodox Magic Singer, not possessing any professions or skills related to warriors.
The term Magic Singer carries a broad meaning.
In this world, whether it’s Priests, Priests, Forest Priests, Secret Masters, Demon Art Practitioners, Magicians, Bards, Witches, Talisman Masters, or Immortals, as long as it’s a magic profession, they are all referred to as Magic Singers.
Momonga, as an undead, also had his race designed to study the ultimate magic as a Death Ruler; he was naturally a pure Magic Singer, specializing in Necromancy to the extreme.
He had access to a total of 718 different magic spells, which was an astonishing number even in "YGGDRASIL".
You know, in "YGGDRASIL", the average level 100 player can only use about 300 kinds of magic.
Momonga had more than double that amount, showing just how astonishing the amount of magic he possessed was.
Not to mention in this world, even in the worlds with magic that Reiger had visited before, there were almost no beings who possessed this amount of magic.
Thanks to this, upon hearing Reiger mention the possibility of exchanging information with magic, Momonga naturally was overjoyed.
However...
"Does magic information really hold that much value?"
Momonga couldn’t help but have this doubt.
In "YGGDRASIL", all magic effects and details were clear, what each type of magic could do was common knowledge, essentially having no value.
If it were magic composition charts for specific opponents, maybe they could be useful in PK or guild battles, but apart from that, magic information shouldn’t have much rare value.
Could it be that he wants to investigate his magic composition, trying to infer his strength from the types and categories of magic he had learned?
Momonga had this suspicion again.
To this, Reiger had only one explanation.
"How could it be worthless?" Reiger said, "Let alone unknown magic; even known magic information is valuable to many Magic Singers."
"As long as one can understand how others utilize that magic and their understanding of it, they can refine their own strength and, when necessary, reference parts of it to create new magic."
"So, whether it’s unknown or known magic, the information is valuable, it’s just that the former is far more valuable than the latter."
"I have many Magic Singers among my clients who need a vast amount of magic information as references during their research, development, and experimentation of magic, occasionally sparking inspiration."
Reiger’s explanation eased Momonga’s mind slightly.
"So, original creation of magic is still possible in this world?"
Momonga mused to himself.
Reality is, after all, different from a game.
In games, all magic and skills are pre-set, but reality is different; original creations and novel uses can certainly appear.
This indeed piqued Momonga’s interest in the magic of this world.
But that was for later, for now, the issue of information needed to be settled.
"Then, if I were to exchange known magic information with Your Excellency, wouldn’t you feel at a loss?"
Momonga tentatively said this.
"Perhaps if it were not ordinary information," Reiger said with a half-smile, "But you only need basic information, right?"
Exchanging known magic information for equally known rudimentary facts about reality, who would really be at a loss?
Certainly, Momonga didn’t feel shortchanged.
Of course, Reiger was making a killing.
At this moment, Momonga was still unaware of the value his magic held in this world.
To Momonga, he was merely giving away some information that all players knew; such trivial things in exchange for a preliminary understanding of this world was more than worthwhile.
That was all he had for exchange, as he aimed to minimize the use of "YGGDRASIL"’s money and items to avoid revealing their origins.
Magic was another matter: the informant in front of him mentioned that many Magic Singers in this world were creating their own magic. Hence, even if he used magic unknown to the other, he would just think it was self-created and wouldn’t be able to deduce his origins from the magic.
After much consideration, Momonga finally made a decision.
"Under those circumstances, I choose to exchange magic information with Your Excellency," Momonga, looking directly at Reiger, asked, "How may I address you?"
"Reiger Brillhaut," Reiger said his name, unfazed, and asked, "And you?"
"Me?" Momonga replied, equally unfazed, "Call me the Dark Warrior."
Reiger’s mouth twitched slightly.
Using a pseudonym is one thing, but why go all chuunibyou?
Oh well, it has nothing to do with him; as long as the other party is happy.
"Understood, Dark Warrior Your Excellency."
"Then let us have a good chat, Reiger Brillhaut."
The two exchanged glances and simultaneously flashed smiles.
Smiles that spelled accomplishment.
......
Dawn was gradually breaking.
As dawn was almost upon them, Reiger left the vast prairie with a satisfied expression.
Momonga, bearing Demiurge, watched Reiger’s departure, the red light flickering incessantly in the sockets beneath his helmet.
"Rei... Dark Warrior, sir."
It was then that Demiurge finally spoke.
"Why not keep this informant?" Demiurge asked in a hushed voice, yet unable to hide the malice within, "He could be very useful to us."
For the Nasalik Underground Tomb, which lacked various kinds of information, a human who knew much about this world was indeed extremely valuable.
According to Demiurge’s thinking, capturing this valuable human and fully exploiting him would be the best course of action.
As a high-ranking demon, Demiurge had numerous ways to interrogate a human and was confident he could make the subject reveal all he knew before completely breaking down.
This was something the Supreme Sovereign must have considered.
Demiurge was puzzled as to why the Supreme Sovereign did not keep this highly valuable human.
"The reason is simple, Demiurge." Momonga, watching the direction of Reiger’s departure, said, "Are you confident you could have stopped him?"
Demiurge did not respond to that question.
Because someone had responded before he could.
"Just at the command of Lord Momonga, we guardians can certainly capture that human."
Accompanying this statement, several figures appeared around Momonga.
They were numerous and bizarre.
The otherworldly beings that had surrounded Reiger all night at the Nasalik Underground Tomb finally appeared at that moment.
Especially the leaders, each emanating an aura no less oppressive than that of Demiurge.
There was an unsurpassed beauty with a smiling face, demon horns on her head, and fallen angel wings at her waist.
There was a beautiful girl holding an umbrella, dressed in a princess gown, resembling a Sleeping Beauty in a castle.
There was a pair of dark elf siblings, a boy and a girl, each with heterochromatic eyes and sharp-pointed ears.
These individuals, along with many other bizarre beings, appeared before Momonga and knelt on one knee.
"Albedo, Shalltear, Aura, and Mare, is it?"
Momonga then called out the names of these individuals.
These individuals were the floor guardians of the Nasalik Underground Tomb.
The beautiful girl holding an umbrella and dressed in a princess gown was Shalltear Bloodfallen, guardian of the first to third floors of the Nasalik Underground Tomb.
The pair of twin dark elves with heterochromatic eyes and long, sharp ears were Aura Bella Fiora and Mare Bello Fiore, guardians of the sixth floor of the Nasalik Underground Tomb.
And the supremely beautiful person with a smiling face, demon horns, and fallen angel wings was Momonga’s top aide, the overseer of the guardians, and the highest-ranking NPC in the Nasalik Underground Tomb—Albedo.
These four, like Demiurge, were all level 100 NPCs, the strongest group in the Nasalik Underground Tomb, apart from Momonga.
"So it’s you four who came?" Momonga said. "Where are Cocytus and Sebas?"
"Lord Momonga, they are tasked with staying behind in Nasalik," Albedo replied respectfully. "After all, we must keep several of our most powerful combatants in Nasalik, please excuse them for not being able to come and guard."
"No matter, you did the right thing." Momonga was not blaming Albedo but rather commending her. "Although Kagandoya and Vicetim are also here, they are the final defense of Nasalik; it’s best not to deploy them if not necessary."
"Yes," Albedo seemed quite pleased, even thrilled by the praise from Momonga, "Then, Lord Momonga, do you wish for us to capture that human and bring him back?"
Momonga fell into thought.
To be honest, he really did want to capture Reiger and extract all the information he possessed.
But he could not do that.
"Being capable of wandering around such a place by himself, this man must possess some means to preserve his life. If we cannot hold onto him and he escapes, it would only create trouble."
Momonga recalled the magic Reiger had used "as a greeting."
That spell was not weak.
"This person is not simple by any means, we cannot act rashly," Momonga stated decisively, "Let’s return. We’ll organize the information we’ve just obtained."
Upon hearing Momonga’s command, all guardians lowered their heads.
"Yes!"