Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Desk Dragnio, master of the Dark Katana Tech, wields the Round Moon Killing Tech by offering his soul to the Round Moon. As the world's enemy, he steals, kills, and commits every evil. All living beings pursue him, yet he cuts them down with his beloved katana, Tigelhatch, continuing his solitary journey.

The epic dark katana genocide noir novel Great Mond Downhill: 122 main volumes, 44 side stories, 166 volumes total!

Cocytus, tasked with mentoring lizardmen, was born strong and lacked experience guiding the weak. Seeking advice, he visited the ancient library, where the head librarian listed sword-related books, including Great Mond Downhill. Cocytus read it lightly and was hooked—not just for its story, but for the logical sword techniques described.

While savoring it slowly, he spotted a familiar human at the library borrowing volume 11, which Cocytus had. "It's interesting," he recommended. Hours later, the man, with Shizu, stormed the fifth floor for the next volume. Cocytus scolded him to read more carefully, as novels are for enjoyment, not just knowledge. The man persisted but agreed to wait until Cocytus returned it.

Their Great Mond Downhill discussion began, as fans do. They bonded over scenes, and Cocytus gifted him a katana blade set resembling Dragnio's. Sharp but mass-produced in Nazerick, it was a fitting gift for a fellow fan.

Seeing the ogre swing its club, Aura paled. The man was Albedo's subordinate, praised by Ainz himself. If he were harmed, Albedo's wrath would be terrifying—Aura imagined a whipping from a smiling, merciless Albedo.

Yuri, touching her choker, felt similar dread. Tasked with protecting the man, failure would mean Albedo's punishment—perhaps being thrown or struck repeatedly.

As they trembled, the ogre's club swung down. Blood sprayed.

The ogre hit the ground, but the man's sword sliced its neck. To Yuri, it seemed the sword passed through the club; Aura, closer, saw the man pull back the blade, using wrist strength alone. A weak swing couldn't cut the ogre's tough skin deeply, but it hit a vital spot. He moved early, not quickly, staying out of range.

The ogre's vitality stopped the bleeding, but the fight was one-sided. The man dodged attacks, feinting to provoke misses, always countering at vital points. His strikes were weak but precise, targeting eyes, neck, or fingers.

Physically, the ogre outmatched him, but its frenzied mind was no match for his strategy. He'd studied ogres in Carne Village, knowing their movements perfectly. Compared to Nazerick's minions, the ogre's threat was laughable—less intimidating than casually teasing Solution.

The ogre's weapon was unnecessary; its size made bare hands deadlier. Wielding a club forced it to stoop, narrowing its vision, a clear disadvantage. It couldn't abandon the weapon, too simple-minded to realize it hindered itself.

Aura nearly intervened as the man moved left, risking the ogre's swing. But he'd lured it into mud, making it slip. He struck its ankle—not severing, but hitting a vital point. As the ogre fell, screaming, a dagger was lodged in its back, thrown during his maneuver.

The ogre, seeing the man approach with a twisted grin, cried out in fear—not from battle, but primal hunger. The man eyed its bones, recalling a delicious bone marrow soup from Carne Village. The ogre's massive thigh bones promised a feast—perhaps a soup, grilled dish, or elegant jelly for maids or the Golden Shine Inn.

Hunting one's own meat tastes better than store-bought, he reasoned, smiling at the bounty. Unaware that eating subhumans was taboo in the kingdom, empire, or theocracy, he didn't know cooks would refuse to prepare ogre bones.

His sword began tracing a slow arc. "Your filthy soul isn't worthy of the Round Moon. I'll devour it myself!"

Dragnio's Round Moon Killing Tech has two ultimate techniques:

Sturm Regen Spada: 7 trillion slashes in the time light travels 1mm, shredding at a molecular level, leaving no trace.

Zangokuken (Nation-Slaying Sword): Extends Tigelhatch to 20km, cleaving the earth's core, causing eruptions within 30 minutes. Dragnio, the genocide master, can slay 10 million with one stroke.

Both require drawing the Round Moon with Tigelhatch. Despite its grounded katana tech, the series' wild ultimates make Great Mond Downhill captivating. In its world of over 17 trillion people, Dragnio's billion-a-day kills are outpaced by natural growth.

The man's sword traced a circle, mimicking Dragnio's style, though not its ultimate power—a gesture of flair. "Take pride in facing my secret sword! Eat this, Round Moon Killing Te—" He stopped. "Why run!?"

The ogre fled, driven by instinctual fear of being eaten, overriding its frenzy.

"Of course it'd run," Yuri said, punching through the ogre's side, killing it instantly. She shook off the blood, glaring at the man. His dominance surprised her, but she felt he should've avoided the fight. His gaze accused her of overkill.

"What? Wanted the final blow?" she asked.

"No, that's fine," he said. "But couldn't you have been neater? That hole's messy, and the smell…"

The ogre's gaping wound spilled gore, stinking horribly. Who'd clean it? Forest animals?

Yuri coughed, changing the subject. "Why were goblins and an ogre here?"

"Aura sent them," he replied.

"Aura!?" Yuri gasped.

Aura, sweating, eavesdropped. "How do you know?" Yuri asked.

"Elimination. Would monsters in Nazerick's domain attack its carriage? Even from outside, could they slip past Aura's network? Could you?" he challenged.

"Impossible," Yuri admitted.

"Exactly. Only Aura," he concluded.

Aura's vigilance made her the only suspect. "Why would she?" Yuri asked.

"For me, obviously," he said. Aura panicked—he was right. She'd sent the monsters to scare him, not harm him, but it had escalated. Albedo would be furious.

"But why you?" Yuri pressed.

"For my sake. She heard from Cocytus I read Great Mond Downhill and thought I'd want to swing a sword. Ogres are big, slow targets—perfect for a beginner. Goblins would've been too quick," he reasoned, relieved Aura meant well.

Aura, hidden, sighed in relief. "Saved by his foolishness." She fled to Nazerick to align stories with Cocytus.

By adventurer guild standards, ogres are harder to defeat than goblins—stronger, tougher, but slower. The man's strategy made the ogre an easy foe.

Yuri shot him a sharp look. He was slashing the dead ogre's body, offending her sense of ethics. "It's dead. Stop," she said.

"What?" he asked.

"Don't mutilate it!"

"I'm not. I'm harvesting bones. Help me—the smell might ruin them," he said.

"Bones?" Yuri asked.

"For eating," he clarified.

"What!?"

"Bone marrow, not the bones themselves. Like soup," he explained.

"You can't eat ogres!" she protested.

"Why not? It's like beef or pork."

"No, it's not!"

"I'll eat it then."

"You can't! It's wrong!"

"Why?"

"It's… just wrong!"

Yuri hoisted him onto the carriage, urging the horses forward. "Nooo, my fresh catch…" he lamented, unable to look back as the carriage rolled over goblin remains, leaving the bounty behind.