Overlord: The Multiverse

Chapter 59: Affection meter

After giving my orders to the Guardians, I retreated to my bed chamber, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and amusement. Dealing with the Guardians was like herding a group of overeager puppies, except these puppies were fully grown adults with powers that could level mountains. It was both exasperating and entertaining at the same time.

Flopping down onto my bed, I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "Well, that was quite the spectacle," I muttered to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. "Who knew being an Overlord would come with so much... drama."

As I lay there, contemplating the events of the day, a familiar voice echoed in the depths of my mind. "Having fun, are we?" Death's voice murmured teasingly, her presence enveloping me like a comforting blanket.

I couldn't help but smile at her playful tone. "Oh, you have no idea," I replied, rolling onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. "You should have seen the look on their faces when I announced my plans to leave Nazarick for a while. It was like I had just told them Santa Claus wasn't real."

Death chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the recesses of my mind. "Ah, the joys of being an Overlord," she remarked wryly. "Always keeping your subjects on their toes."

"Tell me about it," I muttered, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Sometimes I feel like I'm babysitting a group of hyperactive children."

"Well, at least you have some entertainment to pass the time," Death replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "And speaking of entertainment, have you consider which world to visit first."

About that, we haven't finished our talk earlier. I only looked at stats and nothing more. Let's see what other functions this system has," I mused aloud, scrolling through the list of options that had suddenly appeared before me.

[List of functions accessible]

–Status: Quantify the current attributes and skills of the Host.

–Class: Class like RPGs affects the overall strength and grants some exclusive class related skills.

–Partners: Lists all the current partners of the Host.

–Shop: Grants access to the Archive of all Creations in existence.

–Worlds: Shows the lists of Fictional and Non-fictional Worlds accessible to the Host.

I nodded, understanding the self-explanatory functions. "Status" must be like the board in RPGs that shows levels and other stats, which I've seen before. "Class" should be the job class I acquire. "Shop" function for buying artifacts and weapons, and "Worlds" for transporting into the anime worlds, which I've also seen before.

"What is this partner function, Death?" I asked, curiosity bubbling within me like a boiling cauldron of intrigue.

Death's response was swift, her voice echoing in my mind with a hint of amusement. "Ah, the Partner function," she began, her tone tinged with a mysterious allure.

"It's where you can find a list of all your current partners—those who have pledged their allegiance to you and stand by your side in times of need."

Partners, huh? I couldn't help but wonder who—or what—might be listed under that category. Would it be the loyal Guardians of Nazarick?

"Let's find out, shall we?" I said aloud, selecting the Partner function with a mental command.

In an instant, a holographic display materialized before me, listing the names and profiles of all my current partners. As I scrolled through the list, I couldn't help but grin at the eclectic mix of individuals who had chosen to align themselves with me.

"Ah, here we go," I remarked, pausing as I spotted the first entry on the list. "Albedo, Shalltear, Demiurge... the gang's all here."

Death's chuckle reverberated in my mind, her amusement palpable. "Looks like you've assembled quite the entourage," she commented, her voice laced with a hint of admiration.

"Yeah, it's like a dysfunctional family reunion," I joked, unable to suppress a grin at the thought of my eclectic band of allies. "But hey, at least I know I'll never be bored with this crew around."

After that, I selected Albedo's name, and another hologram page appeared, displaying her percentage of affection for me.

[Albedo, The overseer of Guardians]

Love: 250%

Description: Completely devoted to you

She wants nothing more than to spend eternity with you

Trains harder than anyone to be worthy of you

Remark: That woman is crazy. Stay away from her if you want to keep your hips intact.

As I read the remark, I couldn't help but burst into laughter, the absurdity of the situation hitting me like a bolt of lightning. "Well, looks like I'll have to invest in some hip pads,"

I quipped, imagining the lengths Albedo would go to in her devotion to me.

Death joined in my laughter, her voice echoing with amusement. "Ah, love. It truly knows no bounds," she remarked, her tone tinged with irony.

"Yeah, especially when it comes with a side of potential hip dislocation," I added, chuckling at the thought.

I turned my attention to the next item on my mental checklist: checking Shalltear's affection meter.

[Shalltear Bloodfallen, The Guardian of First, Second and third Floor]

Love: 240%

Description: Adores you above all else

Devotes herself to your every desire

Trains relentlessly to prove her worthiness to you in your bed

Remark: Beware, her affection knows no bounds. Crossing her could be perilous.

As I beheld the surprisingly straightforward data on Shalltear's affection meter, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Well, I guess there's no ambiguity there," I remarked to Death, unable to suppress a grin.

Death chuckled softly, her amusement evident. "Indeed, Shalltear's devotion to you is... impressive, to say the least," she replied, her tone tinged with amusement.

"Yeah, I'll say," I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. "I mean, 'trains relentlessly to prove her worthiness to you in your bed'? Talk about dedication."

Death's laughter filled my mind, her amusement contagious. "Ah, the joys of having a devoted minion," she remarked, her voice tinged with irony.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her words, feeling a mix of amusement and incredulity at Shalltear's unwavering loyalty. "Well, I suppose I should count my blessings,"

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