Overlord: The Multiverse

Chapter 36: Daily Life in Clan

It's hard to believe it's already been a year since we formed the clan.

Now, our once small group has grown to 36 members. Some faces are new to me, thanks to my chaotic presence causing a bit of timeline confusion, but thankfully, all the original members are still here.

But you know what? It doesn't bother me one bit. Every single member, new or old, has become like family to me. Especially the first nine, since I've known them the longest.

In this past year, we've been through a lot together. Most of us have hit Level 100 by now, and those who haven't are pretty close. We've also collected a ton of materials and items during our adventures.

Overall, it's been quite the journey, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Who knew that forming a clan would lead to so many unforgettable experiences?

From epic battles to hilarious mishaps, we've shared it all. There was that time when Ulbert accidentally set fire to our enemy camp while he was calling support, or when Blue Planet got mind controlled by tree fairy. And let's not forget the countless hours we spent strategizing and planning our next move.

But it's not just the adventures that have made this past year so special. It's the bonds we've formed along the way. Whether we're battling monsters or just hanging out at our base, there's always laughter and camaraderie.

And through it all, Touch Me has been there to lead us with wisdom and grace. He may not have wanted to be the leader at first, but he's proven time and time again that he is great leader. 

As for me, well, I may not be the official leader of the clan, but most of the decision with in the clan is made by me or Touch me. 

Ah, the discovery of the mining spot in Nidavellir was truly a stroke of luck for our clan. As soon as we stumbled upon it, we wasted no time in monopolizing the mine, knowing it would become our main source of materials for crafting equipment and other essentials.

It took us a whole month to clean out the mine, but it was worth every minute. We were fortunate that no one else had stumbled upon it before us, sparing us from any potential conflicts.

The resources we extracted from the mine were invaluable to our clan's growth. We made sure to distribute them equally among all members, knowing that everyone had their own projects in mind for crafting and upgrading equipment. Well, everyone except me, that is.

You see, while the others were eager to get their hands on as many materials as possible, I had a different perspective. Sure, I had plenty of equipment that could use an upgrade or two, but what I really needed was more free time. 

So when the clan tried to give me my share of the materials, I politely declined. I told them they needed it more than I did, and that they should put it to good use for the benefit of the entire clan.

It may seem a bit unconventional, but to me, it was nothing. 

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There was a day when tensions ran high within the clan. Touch Me and another member had a serious disagreement, which escalated into a heated argument. Eventually, the other member decided to leave the clan and even quit playing the game altogether.

The fallout from this incident cast a shadow over the entire clan, creating a somber and awkward atmosphere among the members. It was a difficult time for everyone, and the internal conflict left deep emotional scars on some of the members.

Despite the turmoil, I tried my best to lighten the mood and ease the tension. I cracked jokes and made efforts to break the ice between the members, hoping to restore some sense of normalcy to our interactions.

I also made a point to reach out to Momonga and Touch Me, knowing that they were particularly affected by what had transpired. I offered them my support and a listening ear, hoping to help them through their struggles.

For some of us, it felt like a dark stain on the otherwise vibrant tapestry of our clan's history. 

Even though the conflict had blown over, Touch Me couldn't shake off the guilt that lingered like a stubborn stain. It weighed on him like a backpack full of rocks, dragging him down with every step.

Despite the rest of the clan moving on, I could still see the worry etched on Touch Me's face. Momonga and Peroroncino noticed it too, but whenever they asked him about it, he'd just brush it off with a wave of his hand, insisting there was nothing to worry about.

But even as Touch Me struggled with his guilt, life in the clan went on as usual. We returned to our daily routines, like a well-oiled machine clicking back into gear after a hiccup. It was as if we'd collectively decided to sweep the whole ordeal under the rug and pretend it never happened.

And you know what? Maybe that was for the best. Sometimes, it's easier to move forward when you leave the past behind. We all had bigger fish to fry, like leveling up our characters and conquering new challenges in the game.

So, despite the bumps in the road, we kept marching forward, united as a clan.

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