Chapter 10

Taiwanese Edition Translated from the Land of Light Novels

Scanning & Input: Angel Kobi

The office of the supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick is quite luxurious.

Every piece of furniture in the room is adorned with intricate decorations, exuding taste and rarity. A soft, fluffy deep red carpet covers the floor, making no sound as one walks. On the far wall, various banners are crossed and mounted.

A grand black ebony desk stands in the room, with the room's owner seated in a completely black leather chair.

Dressed in a pitch-black robe that seems to absorb light, if one were to describe this person in a single phrase, it would be "the Demon Lord of Death."

The exposed head is a skull with no flesh, and in the hollow eye sockets, red light flickers, mixed with a hint of black.

He is the man who was once known as Momonga, now renamed Ainz Ooal Gown, the guild name.

Ainz folded his bony hands. The nine rings on his fingers glinted under the light of the "Perpetual Light" magic.

"Oh dear... What should I do from now on?"

The massively multiplayer online role-playing game "YGGDRASIL," which allowed players to actually enter the virtual world, on its last day of service, for some unknown reason, transported Ainz, in his in-game form—a skeleton—to an unknown world. It has been eight days since then.

During this time, by observing the state of his residence, the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and the appearance of his servants, Ainz determined that this place is very similar to the game world and decided that he should take the next step.

"Everything is up to Lord Ainz's will."

A beautiful woman, who had been silently waiting in the room, responded to Ainz's musings.

She is a flawless beauty in a pure white dress, with a gentle smile like a goddess. Her lustrous black hair, contrasting with the color of her dress, reaches her waist. However, she is not human.

Her irises emit a golden glow, and her elliptical pupils are vertical. Two goat-like horns protrude from her temples, and black angel wings can be seen at her waist, covering her feet.

"Is that so, Yae? I am pleased with your loyalty."

She is Yae, the Overseer of the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, responsible for managing the seven Floor Guardians, all of whom are NPCs.

In the past, Ainz and his guild members built the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and according to the original settings, she should have been an NPC servant here. Now, however, she has gained self-awareness and is sworn to serve Ainz to the death.

This situation is gratifying, but conversely, it is also a heavy burden for Ainz, who was originally just an office worker.

Whether it's how to behave as a master in front of numerous subordinates or how to manage the entire organization as a ruler, these are significant responsibilities.

The biggest issue is that he is in an unknown world and lacks information.

"... So, what's the next report?"

"Here, Lord Ainz."

Taking the document handed to him, he immediately scanned the round handwriting written with a fountain pen.

It was a report from the Sixth Floor Guardian, Aura Bella Fiore.

It clearly states that no other YGGDRASIL players like Ainz have been encountered or any traces found. The investigation of the great forest near the Great Tomb of Nazarick has been successfully extended to the mountains on the other side of the forest and the lake at the foot of the mountains.

Ainz nodded—feeling relieved that he has not encountered the most dangerous other players.

"Understood. Pass the order to continue the mission to Aura."

"Understood—"

At this moment, there were a few light knocks on the door. Yae looked at Ainz's expression, then bowed and walked to the door. After confirming the visitor, Yae reported:

"Shall I let Shalltear in?"

"Shalltear? It's fine, let her in."

With Ainz's permission, a girl in a black ball gown with a wide skirt, around fourteen years old, entered the room gracefully.

With skin as white as wax and a well-proportioned face, she is a true beauty. Her silver hair swayed with her steps, and her chest, disproportionate to her age, swayed dramatically.

She is Shalltear Bloodfallen, the Guardian of the First to Third Floors, a True Ancestor.

"Lord Ainz, good day."

"You too, Shalltear. What brings you to my room today?"

"Of course, to admire Lord Ainz's handsome appearance."

Ainz's skull, though expressionless, had the red light in his hollow eye sockets flicker several times.

He was about to order her to stop saying such meaningless flattery, but he held back. Yae, with a red, excited gaze, was looking at Shalltear, and her smile gradually turned into a more sinister expression.

The smile remained, and her beauty was unmarred, but it was no longer a smile.

It was a demonic visage.

However, Ainz was relieved that Yae's glare was directed at Shalltear, not at him.

"Have you had your fill, Shalltear? You can leave now. I am discussing the future of the Great Tomb of Nazarick with Lord Ainz. Can you not disturb us while we are handling important matters?"

"... Isn't it basic etiquette to greet before getting to the point... Old man, you're so annoying. Is it because you're past your expiration date that you're so impatient?"

"... Don't you think that food with a lot of preservatives and no expiration date is no different from poison? Compared to that, food past its expiration date is safer, right?"

"... I advise you not to underestimate food poisoning. Some bacteria can even cause infections."

"... The point is, is there anything to eat? It looks like a full plate of food samples, but in reality... right?"

"... Food samples? I'll kill you."

"... Who's past the expiration date, huh? Humph."

The two beautiful women, with indescribable expressions, faced off in front of Ainz, their expressions so cold that even a billion-year-old love would cool.

Suppressing the urge to intervene, Ainz spoke before the tragic battle began:

"Both of you, stop it."

Instantly, both of them obeyed, immediately showing Ainz a full, blooming smile.

Their expressions changed, and they became two innocent and adorable girls.

(Women are truly terrifying... No, it must be just these two...)

Even Ainz, who, as an undead, suppresses any strong emotional fluctuations, found their quick change of expression frightening.

The reason they are so at odds is that they are rivals in love.

Yae and Shalltear both love Ainz. Being favored by two such beauties, no man would be unhappy.

However, Ainz cannot accept this easily.

Mainly because Shalltear, with her necrophiliac tendencies, whispers sweetly in Ainz's ear, "Such a perfect bone structure, it's a masterpiece of the creator."

To Shalltear, this might be a love whisper or a compliment, but being praised for his bones for the first time in his life was quite a shock to Ainz. That was a nostalgic memory from a few days ago.

Ainz pushed this trivial matter out of his mind and asked:

"Let me ask again. Shalltear, what is it?"

"Yes. As I follow your orders, I plan to meet with Sebas next. I may not be able to return to Nazarick for some time, so I came to pay my respects."

Ainz recalled the orders he had given to Shalltear and nodded:

"Understood, Shalltear. Complete your mission carefully and return safely."

"Yes!"

A stern and solemn voice echoed.

"You may leave, Shalltear. And when you leave, inform Nabel or Anteiku to summon Demiurge. Tell him I want to discuss the next strategy with him."

"As you wish, Lord Ainz."

Taiwanese Edition Translated from the Land of Light Novels

Scanning & Input: Angel Kobi

The office of the supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick is quite luxurious.

Every piece of furniture in the room is adorned with intricate decorations, exuding taste and rarity. A soft, fluffy deep red carpet covers the floor, making no sound as one walks. On the far wall, various banners are crossed and mounted.

A grand black ebony desk stands in the room, with the room's owner seated in a completely black leather chair.

Dressed in a pitch-black robe that seems to absorb light, if one were to describe this person in a single phrase, it would be "the Demon Lord of Death."

The exposed head is a skull with no flesh, and in the hollow eye sockets, red light flickers, mixed with a hint of black.

He is the man who was once known as Momonga, now renamed Ainz Ooal Gown, the guild name.

Ainz folded his bony hands. The nine rings on his fingers glinted under the light of the "Perpetual Light" magic.

"Oh dear... What should I do from now on?"

The massively multiplayer online role-playing game "YGGDRASIL," which allowed players to actually enter the virtual world, on its last day of service, for some unknown reason, transported Ainz, in his in-game form—a skeleton—to an unknown world. It has been eight days since then.

During this time, by observing the state of his residence, the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and the appearance of his servants, Ainz determined that this place is very similar to the game world and decided that he should take the next step.

"Everything is up to Lord Ainz's will."

A beautiful woman, who had been silently waiting in the room, responded to Ainz's musings.

She is a flawless beauty in a pure white dress, with a gentle smile like a goddess. Her lustrous black hair, contrasting with the color of her dress, reaches her waist. However, she is not human.

Her irises emit a golden glow, and her elliptical pupils are vertical. Two goat-like horns protrude from her temples, and black angel wings can be seen at her waist, covering her feet.

"Is that so, Yae? I am pleased with your loyalty."

She is Yae, the Overseer of the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, responsible for managing the seven Floor Guardians, all of whom are NPCs.

In the past, Ainz and his guild members built the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and according to the original settings, she should have been an NPC servant here. Now, however, she has gained self-awareness and is sworn to serve Ainz to the death.

This situation is gratifying, but conversely, it is also a heavy burden for Ainz, who was originally just an office worker.

Whether it's how to behave as a master in front of numerous subordinates or how to manage the entire organization as a ruler, these are significant responsibilities.

The biggest issue is that he is in an unknown world and lacks information.

"... So, what's the next report?"

"Here, Lord Ainz."

Taking the document handed to him, he immediately scanned the round handwriting written with a fountain pen.

It was a report from the Sixth Floor Guardian, Aura Bella Fiore.

It clearly states that no other YGGDRASIL players like Ainz have been encountered or any traces found. The investigation of the great forest near the Great Tomb of Nazarick has been successfully extended to the mountains on the other side of the forest and the lake at the foot of the mountains.

Ainz nodded—feeling relieved that he has not encountered the most dangerous other players.

"Understood. Pass the order to continue the mission to Aura."

"Understood—"

At this moment, there were a few light knocks on the door. Yae looked at Ainz's expression, then bowed and walked to the door. After confirming the visitor, Yae reported:

"Shalltear requests an audience."

"Shalltear? It's fine, let her in."

With Ainz's permission, a girl in a black ball gown with a wide skirt, around fourteen years old, entered the room gracefully.

With skin as white as wax and a well-proportioned face, she is a true beauty. Her silver hair swayed with her steps, and her chest, disproportionate to her age, swayed dramatically.

She is Shalltear Bloodfallen, the Guardian of the First to Third Floors, a True Ancestor.

"Lord Ainz, good day."

"You too, Shalltear. What brings you to my room today?"

"Of course, to admire Lord Ainz's handsome appearance."

Ainz's skull, though expressionless, had the red light in his hollow eye sockets flicker several times.

He was about to order her to stop saying such meaningless flattery, but he held back. Yae, with a red, excited gaze, was looking at Shalltear, and her smile gradually turned into a more sinister expression.

The smile remained, and her beauty was unmarred, but it was no longer a smile.

It was a demonic visage.

However, Ainz was relieved that Yae's glare was directed at Shalltear, not at him.

"Have you had your fill, Shalltear? You can leave now. I am discussing the future of the Great Tomb of Nazarick with Lord Ainz. Can you not disturb us while we are handling important matters?"

"... Isn't it basic etiquette to greet before getting to the point... Old man, you're so annoying. Is it because you're past your expiration date that you're so impatient?"

"... Don't you think that food with a lot of preservatives and no expiration date is no different from poison? Compared to that, food past its expiration date is safer, right?"

"... I advise you not to underestimate food poisoning. Some bacteria can even cause infections."

"... The point is, is there anything to eat? It looks like a full plate of food samples, but in reality... right?"

"... Food samples? I'll kill you."

"... Who's past the expiration date, huh? Humph."

The two beautiful women, with indescribable expressions, faced off in front of Ainz, their expressions so cold that even a billion-year-old love would cool.

Suppressing the urge to intervene, Ainz spoke before the tragic battle began:

"Both of you, stop it."

Instantly, both of them obeyed, immediately showing Ainz a full, blooming smile.

Their expressions changed, and they became two innocent and adorable girls.

(Women are truly terrifying... No, it must be just these two...)

Even Ainz, who, as an undead, suppresses any strong emotional fluctuations, found their quick change of expression frightening.

The reason they are so at odds is that they are rivals in love.

Yae and Shalltear both love Ainz. Being favored by two such beauties, no man would be unhappy.

However, Ainz cannot accept this easily.

Mainly because Shalltear, with her necrophiliac tendencies, whispers sweetly in Ainz's ear, "Such a perfect bone structure, it's a masterpiece of the creator."

To Shalltear, this might be a love whisper or a compliment, but being praised for his bones for the first time in his life was quite a shock to Ainz. That was a nostalgic memory from a few days ago.

Ainz pushed this trivial matter out of his mind and asked:

"Let me ask again. Shalltear, what is it?"

"Yes. As I follow your orders, I plan to meet with Sebas next. I may not be able to return to Nazarick for some time, so I came to pay my respects."

Ainz recalled the orders he had given to Shalltear and nodded:

"Understood, Shalltear. Complete your mission carefully and return safely."

"Yes!"

A stern and solemn voice echoed.

"You may leave, Shalltear. And when you leave, inform Nabel or Anteiku to summon Demiurge. Tell him I want to discuss the next strategy with him."

"As you wish, Lord Ainz."