Chapitre 11: Toy Shop

Alright, hold onto your hats, folks, 'cause we're about to dive headfirst into the ultimate treasure chest, guarded by the sassiest door in the history of architecture. I'm talking door goals here, with a Medusa face that's all like, "Whoa there, are you treasure-worthy?" And guess what, this door's got a whole new career, it's an asteroid turned to an entrance gate, slow and steady but determined to get the job done.

So, I waltz up like a rockstar, and this door's taking its sweet time, opening at the speed of a sleepy turtle. No red carpet treatment here, just a door having a moment. And when that bad boy finally parts, bam! My retinas get slapped with a light show brighter than a supernova disco ball. Bling, bling, baby! Weapons gleaming, gems winking it's like the fancy aisle of Ye Olde Weapon-Mart.

But wait, there's more! Treasure mountain extends as far as my eyes can handle, like a dragon's treasure binge. And oh, snap, don't even get me started on the corner extravaganza – a waterfall that's spewing out plasma blue splendor. Batman's secret hideout? Pfft, amateurs. Behind that waterfall wonderland, we've got the guild's top-tier toys – divine class items, cash shop splurges worth more than your imaginary kingdom, and the pièce de résistance, the big bad world items that can defy logic itself.

So, folks, next time you're hunting for treasures, just remember, this ain't your grandma's attic. This is the treasure trove of epic proportions, guarded by a door with a face that's sassier than a sassy cat wearing shades. And I, my friends, am about to raid it like the ultimate loot hunter.

Alright, gather 'round, peeps! So there I am, strutting like I own the place and by place, I mean this swanky waterfall that's parting like the Red Sea just to give me a grand entrance. Like, "Move aside, nature, Hyper Index's in the house!"

But hold your applause, 'cause the real show's just getting started. I walk in, and boom, two stone soldiers are like, "Yo, welcome to the treasure trove, Mr. Fancy Pants." Stone soldiers with manners, who knew? Anyway, these guys are like the gatekeepers to the jackpot.

But let's not get too starstruck, because the real party's just inside. Behold, the Cave of Ultimate Swag, divided into sectors that'll make your adventurer heart skip a beat. First up, we've got Sector 1, the Weapon Wonderland. I'm talking about weapons so mind-bendingly powerful, that they could probably rewrite the very fabric of reality. It's like a museum of pure destruction, and each piece is a work of art and annihilation.

Next, let's talk about Sector 2 – the Armor Rave. This ain't just armor; it's a full-blown fashion statement. Think bling meets battlefield. One look, and even the toughest dragon would be like, "Nah, I'm good, don't wanna mess with that." So, if you're into being bulletproof and fabulous, this is your aisle.

Hold onto your virtual hats, 'cause Sector 3 is Cheat Code Central. We're talking spells that'd make Merlin raise an eyebrow. Need to dodge a 10th-tier corrosive curse? Easy peasy. Want to turn invisible? Done. It's like having a menu of magical mayhem, and you're the chef.

Now, brace yourselves for the grand finale – Sector 4. It's like Pandora's Box, if Pandora's Box contained reality-bending artifacts. World items, my friends, the kind of stuff that'd make even Einstein question his life choices. We've got 20 of these bad boys, and they're the keys to the universe. Or at least, the keys to trolling the universe.

Hold up a sec, let's pause the "Oh, shiny treasures" tour. We've got business to attend to, and it's not your typical tea party with NPCs. Nah, I'm talking about the real-deal NPCs packing punches that could make even a Titan tremble. So, Sector 4, here I come, and let me tell ya, those level 100 NPCs are like "Hello, danger zone."

So, there I am, standing in front of the World Item Wonderland, and let me tell you, this place oozes with an aura that says, "Yeah, I bend reality on weekends." There's a collection of 20 world items, each with a flair for the dramatic and a flair for dark vibes. and I swear, the items are giving me that "you're not worthy" look. But hold up, folks, I'm Hyper Index, and I've got an ego the size of a dungeon. So, I strut over to the VIP section, and there it is – a scythe that's practically singing, "I've got the power!"

You know what they say, right? Keep your friends close and your world-ending weapons closer. So, there I am, face to vibrating scythe, and I'm thinking, "Hey, buddy, we're gonna be tight. Like, soul connection tight."

See, I'm not about to let this bad boy go off on a cosmic joyride without me. Ain't nobody got time for apocalypse parties. So, I'm like, "Listen up, Deathbringer Reckoning, you're my plus-one to the Yggdrasil shindig."

Now, don't be fooled, this ain't just any scythe. It's a "one shot, world-shattering, I mean business" kind of deal. But here's the kicker – I want that bad boy attached to my hip, you know, like a BFF. Why, you ask? Well, I've seen enough movies to know that you can't just hand over the keys to the universe without some serious security measures. This weapon's like that buddy you can trust with your Netflix password – it's locked in, no takebacks.

Plus, who wants to deal with the hassle of "Oops, I left my world-ending weapon at the intergalactic diner." Not me, my friend. So, call it a cosmic bond, a divine partnership, or just two peas in a Yggdrasil pod. Either way, Deathbringer Reckoning and I? We're in this together, ready to kick butt and take names.

Reason two – this thing's a one-shot wonder, and I'm not just handing it out like candy on Halloween. And reason three – Mjolnir vibes, baby! Who wouldn't want to toss their weapon across the universe and yell, "Catch me if you can, Thanos!"

So, queue for the cash shop ticket, 'cause I'm ready to make a wish. But hold your horses, devs be like, "Whoa, cowboy, you're gonna break the matrix." Solution? I oil the gears, grease the wheels, and make a little transaction to sweeten the deal.

I struck a deal, I get to customize the settings of this weapon, and in return, I promise not to go all flashy with it on live streams. And oh boy, it was a deal that'd make even a used car salesman jealous. Why? Because I know what's coming in the future, and let's just say, I've got the upper hand. So there you have it, folks, the scythe of all scythes, the Death Bringer Reckoning. And with this baby in hand, the game's about to get a whole lot more interesting

Well, talk about a warm welcome. I reach out, thinking I'm about to make a new buddy, and this scythe decides it's not waiting around. It swoops right into my grip like we've been bros for years. And let me tell you, that grip? It's like shaking hands with destiny itself.

Now, I might not be Momonga with his fancy magic tricks, but I've got my priorities straight combat's my jam. So, I give this bad boy a mental nod, and bam, like a cosmic tailor, it weaves an armor around me. Gold and black, with a touch of white swag. Think regal meets ruthless.

And the scythe? Oh, it's a statement piece, alright. Blade as black as my morning coffee, handle gleaming like it's been hitting the gym. I may be 8 feet tall, but this scythe? It's got presence. It's like, "Hey, world, I'm here to collect souls and chew bubblegum. And I'm all outta bubblegum."

Just as I was lost in thought, a mental interruption jolted me from my reverie, a private message from Momonga. "I need you on the 6th floor of Nazarick," his message conveyed in a serious tone. The timing was impeccable, as Sebas had just delivered some pressing news.

"Understood, I'll be there promptly," I responded a hint of curiosity and a series of questions creeping into my thoughts.

"Good," Momonga's curt reply came almost instantly, and then silence followed.

With a sigh, I turned my attention back to the task at hand securing the powerful artifacts and world items from the treasury. Little did I know that the journey ahead would reveal even more challenges and surprises in the vast world we had come to call home.

General pov

In the sprawling expanse of the grand amphitheater, Momonga stood with an air of solemnity, his presence commanding respect and contemplation. Beside him materialized Hyper Index, an imposing figure whose height and demeanor exuded both strength and his characteristic humor. A private channel of communication linked their thoughts, a lifeline in this uncharted realm.

Hyper's entrance was a blend of grandeur and amusement, and as he strode towards Momonga, his deep voice reverberated with his unique charm.

"Hey there, Momonga, what's cookin'? Or should I say, what's confusin'?"

Despite the gravity of their situation, A faint smirk played at the corner of Momonga's skeletal lips as he responded, his voice carrying a blend of seriousness and camaraderie."We've encountered a matter of concern. Sebas has reported significant changes in the surrounding environment of the Tomb."

Hyper's eyes widened theatrically, his mock surprise an obvious show. "Ah, so we've taken a detour to an isekai realm, have we? No more swamps and bones, just green pastures?"

A subtle smile graced Momonga's otherwise serious countenance, a testament to his appreciation of his friend's jovial nature. "It appears that way. Our NPCs are behaving as if they've transcended their programming we must stay vigilant. I've asked Albedo to summon the guardians."

As portals materialized, each guardian stepping forth, Hyper's demeanor transitioned from humor to focused observation. Shalltear's poise and Aura's vibrant energy painted a vivid portrait of strength and loyalty.

With the arrival of the floor guardians through the blue teleporting gate, it was Momonga's turn to take the lead. His voice gained a note of authority as he began introducing each guardians to his friend through the private channel.

"Hyper, allow me to acquaint you with each of our esteemed guardians. Presenting Shalltear Bloodfallen, a true vampire and an unparalleled force on the battlefield. She guards the 1st to 3rd floor with unwavering devotion."

His words then shifted to the next guardian, his tone measured and informative. "Aura Bella Fiora, twin elf and master beast tamer. She commands the 6th floor's creatures with unparalleled finesse."

And as the introductions continued, Momonga's voice held a touch of reverence. "Next, Cocytus, the 5th floor's guardian, embodying the spirit of a warrior and an unwavering dedication to honor and combat."

As each guardian stepped forward from the gate, their unique qualities and strengths came to light under Momonga's composed guidance. The amphitheater bore witness to the presence of each guardian, a mosaic of loyalty and might standing united amid the shifting currents of doubt.

In the grand amphitheater, an air of anticipation hung heavy as the time approached for the 11th-floor guardians to make their entrance. Momonga stood with an air of seriousness, his warrior's demeanor reflecting the responsibility that weighed upon him. Beside him, Hyper Index, true to his nature, exuded an energy that danced on the edge of audacity.

The bond between the two was evident, forged in countless battles and a shared purpose. As the portal shimmered to life, revealing the first of the 11th-floor guardians, Momonga's nerves were palpable. Hyper, however, seemed to embrace the moment with his own brand of irreverent charm.

"Alrighty, Momonga!" Hyper exclaimed, his voice a playful contrast to the gravity of the situation. "Get ready to meet the crew that keeps the treasure vault more guarded than a dragon's hoard!"

Momonga's stern gaze briefly flickered towards Hyper, a silent acknowledgment that their roles were set, one as the steadfast guardian, the other as the mischievous herald.

As the snow-white figure of Sariel emerged, her eyes gleaming like precious gems, Hyper couldn't resist an exaggerated gasp. "Behold! The financer of Nazarick's fortunes, the one who makes sure our loot isn't just for show! Sariel, everyone! And yes, she's got more spreadsheets than you've got potions, Momonga!"

While Momonga's expression remained focused, a hint of amusement glinted in his eyes, a testament to the unique camaraderie that only warriors forged in battle could share.

"Alfred!" Hyper continued, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone that couldn't quite mask his grin. "Our very own butler of the abyss, capable of serving tea and decimating foes with equal elegance! If tactics were a tango, Alfred would be leading the dance!"

As Alfred's fiery presence graced the amphitheater, Hyper's antics seemed to punctuate the gravity of the situation. Yet, his words held a subtle reverence, an acknowledgment of the guardian's strength.

"And last but definitely not least," Hyper proclaimed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Erembour! The shadow aficionado, the puppeteer of darkness! If you thought nightfall was just for sleeping, you've got another thing coming!"