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The fireball struck the strawman unerringly, as he had predicted. It burst, releasing a wave of scorching flame that blew the strawman away. The inner part of the fireball exploded, turning the strawman and the surrounding area into a sea of fire. All this happened in an instant. Then, besides the blackened strawman, there was nothing left. “Fufufufu…” Aura and Mare watched Momonga snicker, clueless as to what was going on. “—Aura, set up another strawman.” “Ah, yes, at once! Hurry up and do it!”
One of the Dragonkin picked up another strawman, and placed it beside the burned one. Momonga paced around the strawman, before casting a spell on it: “[Napalm].” A column of flame appeared beside the strawman, engulfing it in fire. Momonga paused a beat, then cast another spell on the remnants of the strawman: “ [Fireball].” The fireball struck the remains of the strawman, scattering its ashes in a puff of smoke. The recast time between spells was the same as in YGGDRASIL. The actual process of casting was faster than in YGGDRASIL. Previously, in order to cast an area-effect spell, he would need to choose the spell, then move the area-effect cursor over the desired area. The process now was quicker than that. “Perfect,” Momonga said, his voice filled with the same satisfaction he felt in his heart. “Momonga-sama, should I prepare more strawmen?” Aura still did not understand. She was already aware that Momonga was a mighty magic caster, so she did not feel the show before her was anything special. However, that was the impression Momonga wanted to give them, and from the look on the twins’ faces, it would seem he had succeeded. “...No, there is no need. I wish to try something else.” After rejecting Aura’s suggestion, Momonga began his next experiment. “ [Message].”
The first party he tried to contact was a GM. In YGGDRASIL, when one used the [Message] spell, as long as the other party was within the game, one would hear a call tone. Otherwise, there would be no sound, and the spell would immediately terminate. What happened now was somewhere between both of those. It felt like something was constantly reaching out, as though looking for something to connect to. This was the first time Momonga had experienced something like this and it was difficult to describe. This feeling continued for a while, and in the end, after failing to connect, the [Message] spell ended. A profound sense of disappointment flooded through him. Momonga tried casting the same spell again. This time, he did not choose a GM. This time, he picked one of his comrades from the past — a member of Ainz Ooal Gown. He cast the spell, though his heart was filled with one part of hope and ninety-nine parts of resignation. As expected, there was no response. He tried to contact the 40, no, 41 members of the Guild with a [Message], but after receiving no reply, Momonga gently shook his head.