Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 552 Oops~ We're about to be discovered!
A floating island, a secret chamber deep within.

The enclosed space was shrouded in darkness, even more suffocating than a stagnant pool of water.

The deepest part of the secret chamber is decorated with chains, and the most precious item in the center is Albedo, the highest-ranking succubus and Grand Steward of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

This strongest defender, who had withstood a blow from the Sword Saint and even a weakened burst spell, now looked haggard and weak, with bloodshot eyes, and was extremely fragile both physically and mentally.

She has been in this environment ever since she woke up.

The absence of light alone is manageable, but a completely silent room is far more terrifying than the absence of light. Such an environment deprives people of their basic perception of their surroundings, causing intense physical and psychological discomfort.

Albedo could hear the "buzzing" sound of blood flowing, the sound of bones rubbing, and the sound of internal organs wriggling. These sounds, which were usually masked by environmental noise, were amplified infinitely, without any echo or external reference.

When the brain does not receive the expected sound signals, it becomes confused, loses its sense of direction, becomes unsteady, experiences anxiety, panic, and even hallucinations. Time perception becomes disordered, with a few minutes feeling like several hours.

She wasn't sure how long she had been there, but every second felt incredibly long. The waiting time felt like a series of torments, filling her body and mind with pain.

But after the pain reached its extreme, her body quietly underwent some changes. Perhaps her succubus nature was being unleashed, or perhaps it was a protective mechanism to prevent her from completely collapsing. Albedo actually experienced a kind of pleasure in the pain and has been able to persevere until now thanks to this dopamine.

Suddenly, a second sound came from the silent space: breathing, heartbeat, and approaching footsteps.

Albedo raised her head, licked her dry lips, and looked ahead with hazy eyes, trying to pinpoint the location of the approaching person in the darkness.

"Wow, that's really impressive. Do women who are good at defense all have some kind of strange fetish?"

The clear male voice carried a hint of surprise and flippancy, with a low ending tone, but it didn't feel heavy; rather, it gave off a languid feeling.

Then the walls of the entire room lit up, not glaringly, but gradually, bringing a sense of relief to eyes that had been deprived of light for a long time.

Are you the mastermind behind this?

Albedo only realized how dry and hoarse her voice was when she opened her mouth, which surprised even herself. She struggled to open her eyes, her vision slowly focusing, and finally she could see the person in front of her clearly.

A human male, around twenty years old, wearing a linen casual outfit, with short black hair, exceptionally handsome, possessing a captivating charm, tall and muscular, with a pair of exceptionally deep brown eyes.

In addition, according to the succubus race, the man in front of her was so attractive that it was no exaggeration to say that he was the most exquisite ingredient that one could only see once in a lifetime.

"If you're referring to the person who destroyed the Great Tomb of Nazarick and the mastermind who captured you, then it was indeed me."

Luke snapped his fingers, and a throne made of crimson flames and black iron metal appeared behind him. He leaned back, propped his head up, and answered casually.

Albedo's face was cold and filled with disgust. "I never thought that someone who could do this much would be just a lowly human. Choosing to be an enemy of the Great Tomb of Nazarick will be the most foolish thing you have ever done. You will spend the rest of your life in wailing and fear!"

"You're the one locked up now, so why are you being so tough?" Luke raised an eyebrow, looked at Albedo's face, which was covered in sweat and flush, and chuckled.

"This is only temporary."

Albedo snorted coldly, looking exceptionally confident: "You have only achieved your current results by making ample preparations and resorting to despicable sneak attacks, but... Lady Ainz will definitely turn the tide of the battle and turn defeat into victory."

Luke remained noncommittal, then smiled and posed a question: "Is this out of trust in the forty-one Supreme Beings who created you, or is it out of trust in someone you like?"

The person I like...

Albedo's spirits lifted at the thought of Momonga, and she struggled to her feet, even twitching her listless wings as she revealed a proud smile.

"Whether it is the great supreme being or my beloved, there is no doubt about it. How could a lowly human like you possibly defeat Lord Ainz, who possesses both of these identities?"

Luke tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips. His arm transformed into a data-driven form composed of countless "0"s and "1"s. He reached out and pulled at Albedo, revealing a page filled with over ten pages of densely written information that perfectly encapsulated Albedo's various settings.

"What are you doing...?"

Albedo stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, her eyes showing obvious confusion and bewilderment. She opened her mouth but seemed to have forgotten something, only coming to her senses a few seconds later.

She suddenly prostrated herself on the ground, her beautiful face filled with extreme regret and guilt, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs:
"What...what have I done! The great and unique supreme being, the eternal ruler of all worlds, my beloved Lord Luke, I didn't even recognize you just now! I deserve to die! Please punish me severely!"

Luke let out a sneer, looking down at the kneeling succubus, and slowly spoke:
"Albedo."

"Yes, Lord Luke!"

"I destroyed the Great Tomb of Nazarick and even sent people to deal with the NPCs inside. Is it okay to do that?"

Albedo replied fluently, "Of course it doesn't matter. The Great Tomb of Nazarick is your property. You can destroy it however you want."

"If I ask you to take care of the flying squirrel..."

"Yes, Your subordinate will definitely complete the mission!"

"Oh? Is it really okay to answer so quickly? Don't you like Momonga?"

Albedo looked confused, then hurriedly raised her head, her face showing signs of impending tears.

"Lord Luke! Please don't joke like that. I've only ever loved you! It can't be anyone but you. My love, my desires, my life—everything exists only for you. If you don't believe me, I can..."

She spoke rapidly, her heart filled with panic and fear, sobbing as she expressed her pure loyalty and love, until…

Snapped!
Luke snapped his fingers, and Albedo's incessant chatter suddenly froze.

As if time had stood still, she froze in place, her face still streaked with tears, but her expression had returned to normal, and she retained all her memories.

"What...what did you just do to me? I'm asking you, what did you just do to me!?"

Albedo's chest heaved violently, her emotions somewhat out of control. She looked at Luke with fear and helplessness, not understanding why she had acted that way just now.

Her love for Ainz suddenly shifted to Luke, and the memories in her mind became that Luke was the only supreme being. But after the snap of her fingers, everything returned to normal, and her love for Ainz disappeared without a trace.

"It's just a modification to your settings."

Luke casually shrugged, enjoying Albedo's fragile expression as she struggled to cope: "Don't worry, I have no interest in such crude methods, so be thankful... your character has reverted to its most original version, your most authentic self."

Unless Albedo does not recognize the player "Emerald Record" who created her.

He flicked his finger, and a faint point of light entered Albedo's head.

YGGDRASIL, Ainz Ooal Gown Guild, game players, guild wars, NPCs, data panels, setting modifications... A flood of information exploded in Albedo's mind, giving her a splitting headache, causing her to collapse to the ground, her whole body convulsing.

a long time.

When the spasms stopped, Albedo slowly lowered her arm from her head, but her gray eyes had lost their luster.

Luke asked softly, "Do you still hate me?"

"Do my feelings matter? It's all meaningless anyway..."

Albedo replied expressionlessly, her voice bitter: "It's all a lie... The Great Tomb of Nazarick was just a guild founded by forty-one players, my love was just a manipulated prank, and even I myself am just an insignificant statistic in the game." "Theoretically, that's true," she said, "but are you going to deny your life because of the truth?"

Lu Ke began slowly and deliberately, recounting her past little by little:
"The time you spent in the Great Tomb with the other floor guardians, the details of everything and your feelings at the time, your experience with the forty-one players, your hatred for me who destroyed the Great Tomb... are you just going to let it go just because you were once a false person?"

"..."

Albedo's dull eyes brightened slightly, but she remained silent, unsure how to respond.

"Then let's change the question. What if I killed all the other guardians in front of you..."

"Don't think about it!"

After instinctively protecting her companion, Albedo paused for a moment. Even if she was originally just a false life, now that she had her own thoughts, she shouldn't be considered false. At the very least, she should live for herself.

Having understood this, Albedo, with a sense of calm after giving up, glared coldly at Luke again, but the hatred in her eyes had silently vanished, replaced by a rather complex emotion.

"Even if you help me see the truth, I will never forget the destruction of the Great Tomb... I pray that it won't fall into my hands, otherwise I will torture you severely."

Luke wasn't angry. He chuckled and said, "It's easier to betray the Great Tomb of Nazarick and surrender to me, isn't it?"

"Even if I have no feelings for Lord Ainz... no, Ainz, even if I have no feelings for that Supreme Being, I will not betray the Great Tomb of Nazarick!" Albedo sneered.

"If you want me to surrender, then use the method of modifying the panel. You can do that anyway, can't you?"

"You say that because you've figured out I wouldn't stoop to such methods, right?" Lu Ke nodded slightly, showing approval. "As expected of the Grand Steward, you certainly have more brains than the other guardians."

Albedo smiled faintly, but did not answer.

"However, there are countless ways to make you submit, and I hope you understand that."

As Lu Ke spoke, his hair gradually turned red, and his entire demeanor transformed from languid to a symbol of dominance, authority, and conquest.

He reached for his shirt button with one hand and pulled out his belt with the other. His broad shoulders and narrow hips made him look like a sculpture from ancient Greece. His lean waist had no excess fat and his muscles were smooth and full, and you could tell at a glance that he was full of explosive power.

Albedo's expression shifted, and she instinctively turned her head, but her gaze was drawn to the man on the throne as if by a magnet.

Although she could sense from the beginning that it was the most exquisite ingredient that one could only dream of, the succubus still instinctively brought her legs together and stopped breathing when she actually saw it.

The body before her could be said to be the embodiment of the concept of "masculinity," the most masculine, powerful, and reproductive representative in the imagination, a body that could easily impregnate the opposite sex, making it even more irresistible to succubi.

"No, how could I possibly be because of..."

Albedo bit her lip, feeling her consciousness waver once again, her succubus instincts awakened to the fullest extent.

When the scorching heat brought her back to consciousness, she realized that the chains binding her had somehow been broken.

Luke closed his eyes, patted Albedo's head and praised, "Hmm, as expected of a succubus, even without experience, her professional knowledge is excellent."

How could this be... How could she... submit to... mere humans?
Albedo, who had no time to speak, was in a complete mess of thoughts, her whole body burning up to a scorching heat that no human could reach.

She tried to resist with her eyes, but no matter what, even if she wanted to cast an angry or disgusted look, what she saw in the other person's eyes was still her infatuation and intoxication, a submissive look tinged with flattery and fawning.

…………

"Then let's go up to the air and gather some intelligence first."

After the discussion was over and Sebastian and Cocytus were sent back, Ainz looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

"Invisibility," "Flight," "Aura Concealment," "False Information - Life," "False Information - Magic"...

Even when gathering intelligence from afar, Ainz still casts countless spells on himself, most of which are spells that interfere with reconnaissance skills and conceal his tracks.

After using all his skills, he finally raised his head and looked at the clouds in the sky.

…………

"Ha~"

Albedo, pushed away, gasped for air, her face flushed red from choking, her eyes reddening. She closed her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame even when she looked at herself in that position.

But her body wouldn't obey her commands, crawling over in an even more humble and obsequious manner.

…………

As altitude increases, temperature drops rapidly.

Ainz's body defied gravity, rising ever higher, passing through the clouds, and climbing to even greater heights.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at something higher.

There, a floating island, many times more magnificent than the Great Tomb of Nazarick, composed of a series of undulating palaces, came into his view.

…………

They clearly hate humans.

Albedo enlarged the wings on her sides, extending jet-black wings that slowly closed in. This was a protective skill, but she used it to completely cover the throne.

"Whoo~"

…………

"It... actually exists?"

Ainz muttered incredulously as he climbed higher, trying to get a closer look at the magnificent floating island.

But when he rose to a certain height, a thunderclap resounded from the sky.

The clouds gathered rapidly, darkened, and thunder rumbled. A strong wind swept across the sky, and a sudden downpour brought countless dense raindrops that pounded on everything in the shrouded area.

This unusual phenomenon caused Ainz to stop advancing.

.........

The same fierce wind and rain that swept through the outside world also descended upon the sealed room.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Humans are not a lowly race; I am the lowest of the low!!!"

(End of this chapter)