Overlord: The Multiverse

Chapter 23: Touch Me

"And who might you be?" One of armored humanoid asked, his voice dripping with authority.

"I am Batman," I declared with a straight face, channeling my inner caped crusader.

The group exchanged puzzled glances, clearly not expecting such an unexpected response. But hey, when life gives you a chance to be the Dark Knight, you take it.

"It seems like my fellow over there is having some difficult time," I remarked, gesturing towards the platinum-armored heteromorphic who seemed to be the target of their hunt.

The heteromorphic in question stood tall and imposing, his armor gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. But despite his intimidating appearance, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes as he surveyed the group of would-be assailants.

"You know him?" one of the armored individuals of humaniod party asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Oh, we go way back," I replied nonchalantly, flashing a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat's. "We used to play hide and seek together in the dungeons of yore. Good times."

The group exchanged incredulous glances, clearly unsure whether to take me seriously or dismiss me as a lunatic.

Just then, the mage of the humanoid party chimed in. "He is a heteromorphic player," he announced, followed closely by the warrior.

"Is that so, KILL HIM," the humanoid warrior declared abruptly, his voice filled with determination as soon as the mage divulged the opponent's heteromorphic status.

"Well, this escalated quickly," I muttered under my breath.

Just then, to my surprise, the platinum armor heteromorphic player stepped forward, positioning himself between me and the charging humanoid party, his shield raised protectively.

"looks like we've got ourselves a knight in shining armor," I quipped, unable to resist a hint of amusement.

It was like a scene straight out of a cheesy fantasy novel, complete with a gallant hero swooping in to save the day.

"What are you doing?" I asked the gallant hero.

"Just trying to protect you, duh," the gallant hero replied with a hint of exasperation, as if the answer should have been obvious.

"You're facing four level 100 players. Do you really think you can win against them without my help?" he pointed out. Did he just call me a weakling who needs his help to defeat the real weaklings?

Now that's something, I can't forgive.

With a smirk, I brushed past the gallant hero, eager to prove myself. "Move aside, Silver Surfer. I'm about to show you who's the daddy here," I declared, channeling my inner swagger as I stepped forward to face the humanoid party.

"You are not even a level 100 player, how are you going to defeat us." Said the warrior of Humaniod party.

"Like this, {Kill Yourself}." I retorted, activating my ability with a flick of my wrist.

After defeating all the enemies, I turned to a silver armour-wearing insectoid, who was looking at the me.

"Who are you? I believe I have never met you in my life," the silver armor-wearing heteromorphic asked me.

"My name is Alexander Seductus Von Mortis," I introduced myself with a flourish, extending a hand in greeting. "But you can call me Alex or Alexander, for short."

"Alexander, as in the man who defeated the world enemy," the silver armor-wearing heteromorphic exclaimed.

"The one and only," I replied modestly, though a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "But enough about me. What's your name?"

"My name is Touch Me if you dare. You can call me Touch Me," he said. "So tell me, Alexander, what are you doing in Alfheim?"

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"Touch Me, huh? Bold name," I remarked to one of the founding members of Ainz Ooal Gown.

"As for me, I'm here to find moonstone to complete my quest."

"Moonstone?" Touch Me asked, then he quickly opened his inventory and took out a milky white crystal. "Is this the one you are looking for?"

"Touch Me, you sly dog!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in astonishment as he revealed the milky white crystal from his inventory. "That's exactly what I've been searching for!"

Touch Me chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Consider it a gift from one adventurer to another," he said, extending the moonstone towards me.

I accepted the precious gemstone with gratitude, marveling at its ethereal beauty. With this in my possession, I collected all the items to create my sword.

"Thank you, Touch Me," I said sincerely, tucking the moonstone safely away. "I owe you one."

"No need for thanks, Alexander," Touch Me replied with a smile.

But before he can go, I called him.

"Hey, Touch Me, if you ever want to start a guild or a permanent party, count me in," I said, the excitement evident in my voice.

Touch Me paused, "I'll keep that in mind, Alexander."

With a nod of mutual understanding, Touch Me bid me farewell and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"Now then, let's return to Nidavellir," I muttered to myself.

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As I arrived at Grimgar's forge, the familiar clang of metal on metal filled the air. The old dwarf was hard at work, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pounded away at a red-hot ingot.

"Grimgar!" I called out, eager to share the news of my successful quest. "I've returned with the ingredients you requested."

Grimgar turned towards me, a broad grin spreading across his weathered face. "Well, well, well, if it ain't the mighty Alexander Seductus Von Mortis himself!" he exclaimed, setting down his hammer and wiping his brow with a soot-stained rag. "And I see you've brought the goods. Let's have a look, shall we?"

I reached into my bag and withdrew the vial of pure dragon's blood, the shard of moonstone, and the phoenix's blood, presenting them to Grimgar with a flourish.

"Here you go," I said proudly, watching as Grimgar inspected each item with a critical eye. "Three exotic ingredients, just as you requested."

Grimgar's eyes widened in delight as he examined the items. "By the forge, you've done it, lad!" he exclaimed, a note of awe in his voice. "These are some of the rarest materials in all the realms. With these, we'll be able to forge a weapon fit for a king."

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