OVERLORD: The Second Supreme Being

The door of a tavern in the strategic city of E-Rantel was pushed open. A tall figure clad in pitch-black armor appeared at the entrance, accompanied by a strikingly beautiful woman.

The two walked to the tavern's bar counter.

"Shared room for a day, five copper coins. Meals..." the tavern owner said without looking up as he busied himself with his work.

"We need a double room. Meals won't be necessary," the armored man replied.

The owner glanced briefly at Momonga and said, "You're copper-ranked, aren't you?"

"We just registered with the Adventurer's Guild," Momonga explained.

The owner slammed a fist on the counter and growled, "Seven copper coins a day, paid upfront!"

"No problem." Momonga dropped seven copper coins.

"Head upstairs, last room at the end of the hall."

As Momonga was about to head to the second floor, a leg blocked his path.

The leg's owner didn't even look at Momonga, grinning slyly at someone nearby. His companions were smirking in the same way, clearly intending to extort some money from him.

Without hesitation, Momonga kicked the leg out of his way.

"Hey, hey! You hurt me! What are you gonna do to make up for it?" The bald-headed man stood up and blocked Momonga's path, his eyes turning lecherous as he glanced at Nabe.

"Looks like your woman will have to properly entertain me to settle this," he sneered.

"Hmph! Scum like you can be found anywhere," Momonga replied coldly.

"What?" The bald man furrowed his brow and was about to make a move, but Momonga grabbed him with one hand and lifted him off the ground effortlessly.

"Dealing with you doesn't even require the strength I'd use for playing around."

Momonga flung the man aside.

The bald man crashed into another table, knocking over a bottle of healing potion.

"Anyone else want to try?" Momonga asked, glaring at the bald man's companions.

The two hesitated, took a few steps back, and prepared to flee.

"Aaaahhh!!!" A sharp scream erupted from a red-haired female adventurer.

"Look at what you've done! That was a healing potion I just bought!" She stormed up to Momonga, pointing at the shattered potion and demanding, "You owe me compensation!"

"Then make them pay for it," Momonga replied, gesturing toward the bald-headed man's group.

"It's one gold coin and ten silver coins in total," she declared.

Hearing this, the bald man's companions retreated several steps, clearly unwilling to pay.

"You all drink here every day—you obviously can't afford it," she continued, turning back to Momonga. "And you, with that fancy armor, don't tell me you don't even have a healing potion!"

On the side, Nabe, annoyed by the woman's nagging, was about to act.

"If you don't have coins, you can pay with something else," the red-haired adventurer chattered on, ignoring Nabe's growing hostility.

Seeing Nabe about to draw her sword, Momonga quickly intervened.

"Wait! Stop. Here, take this!"

Momonga handed over a small, intricately crafted glass bottle containing a red potion.

"Red potion?"

"Wait a moment!" a voice called from outside the door as a handsome young man entered the tavern.

"How much for your healing potion?"

"One gold coin and one silver coin," the red-haired adventurer replied.

"Here, take two gold coins. Let's settle this matter."

Peroroncino handed over the coins and took the potion back.

"I'll be taking this potion then; I happen to be running low on these," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Momon, this is for you." Peroroncino tossed a bag of coins to Momonga.

Momon caught it and, upon seeing it was a hefty pouch of gold, said, "This is a big help!"

The money the villagers had given him earlier amounted to only three or four gold coins, leaving Momonga in a dire financial situation.

The sight of the money bag drew greedy glances from several people in the tavern.

Although they dared not challenge Momonga, who had displayed his strength earlier, Peroroncino looked like an easy target—a soft, delicate nobleman.

"Lord Chino, are we staying here?" a voice asked.

"Yes, Yulia," Peroroncino replied.

"Isn't that one of the maids from the Ninth Floor? They have no combat abilities. Why would Peroroncino bring her here?" Momonga thought to himself.

After arranging accommodations at the tavern, Peroroncino and Momonga headed to the Adventurer's Guild.

The four of them stared at a densely packed quest board, struggling to make sense of the postings.

"I have no idea what any of this means!" Momonga thought.

"Why didn't I prepare better for this?" Peroroncino thought to himself, equally lost.

At that moment, a mithril-ranked adventurer entered the guild.

"My lord, what are your orders?" he asked respectfully.

"Find two of the most challenging copper-ranked quests and bring them to us!"

"Understood, my lord!"

The four of them accepted the quests and set out to the outskirts of town.

"You're always so well-prepared. Who was that person earlier?" Momonga asked.

"That was the knight squad captain I mentioned before. I rewrote his class using the Staff of Administrator Privileges," Peroroncino explained.

"His class is now 'Impostor,' and his race is 'Vampire Servant.' Yesterday, I had him come to E-Rantel early in the morning, find an information broker, and identify a morally questionable lone adventurer. He killed and replaced the guy."

"Anything you need to know, you can ask him. He's staying near the Adventurer's Guild."

"He is Momon. Treat him as you would treat me if you see him."

"Understood, my lord!" The mithril-ranked adventurer knelt on one knee before Momonga and said,

"Greetings, Lord Momon!"

"Just call me Momon. I don't want to attract too much attention," Momonga replied.

"By the way, isn't the person by your side one of the maids from the Ninth Floor? I remember they have no combat abilities. Why did you bring her out?"

"I used the Staff of Administrator Privileges to rewrite her class. Her current class is Sword Princess, and she's level 40. Her level cap is 80, surprisingly high," Peroroncino explained.

"Sword Princess? And the Impostor class you mentioned earlier—I don't think those exist in Yggdrasil, do they?"

"No, they don't. I wanted to experiment with creating classes that don't exist in Yggdrasil, and to my surprise, it worked."

"That staff is really convenient, though it's a pity the cap is only level 40," Momonga remarked.

"Nothing is perfect, and this is good enough. Let's part ways here. I'm heading off to level up," Peroroncino said.

"Alright, see you!"

Peroroncino and Yulia began slaughtering low-level monsters. However, since it was Yulia's first time fighting, she struggled to control her strength, often killing the monsters in a single strike and leaving no chance for Peroroncino to finish them off for experience.

Frustrated, Peroroncino decided to abandon leveling and let Yulia practice controlling her strength on her own.

He then had his servant lead him to an alchemy shop.

"Welcome!" said the shopkeeper, her face partially obscured by her hair.

"Boss, I'd like you to appraise this potion," Peroroncino said, handing over the red healing potion he had gotten from Momonga. He wanted to see if these people could replicate potions that were no longer purchasable.

"This is…"

"Grandma, take a look at this potion," the shopkeeper called.

"This is E-Rantel's most renowned alchemist, Lizzie Bareare. She's also my grandmother," explained a young man, Nfirea Bareare.

"This is…"

"Nfirea, you should know that healing potions deteriorate and turn blue during the crafting process," Lizzie began.

"But this potion is unprecedented—it's a perfect healing potion. There's no degradation at all."

"The real healing potion is said to be the Blood of the Gods. I thought it was just a legend, but this proves it's real."

"The effects of this potion are equivalent to second-tier healing magic."

"Can you make one like this?" Peroroncino asked, observing the two carefully.

Inwardly, he thought, Nazarick doesn't have any NPCs specializing in potion-making. Should I have Shalltear turn these two into vampire servants and bring them back to Nazarick to focus on crafting potions?

Forget it. Potions aren't something we usually need anyway.

"Where did you get this potion, sir?" Lizzie asked.

"That's none of your business. How much is the appraisal fee? I'm leaving," Peroroncino replied coldly.

Seeing she couldn't stop him, Lizzie had no choice but to let him leave.

Afterward, she sought out an information broker and purchased intel on Peroroncino, learning that the potion came from Momonga.

Peroroncino, meanwhile, had no idea that a healing potion, which could be bought in Yggdrasil for just one gold coin, had left E-Rantel's greatest alchemist so astonished.

End of chapter

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