Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 140: The Regent and Fei Fei

——I’m in trouble.

Ainz stared at Dust ahead, his eyes beneath his helmet gleaming with a probing light. Dust's biological level was also revealed to him at that moment.

Level 32, occupational composition unknown.

This rank is undoubtedly only upper-middle level among heroes, slightly stronger than Lajus of the Blue Rose. However, the power he displayed is undeniably above the mythical realm.

—A glimpse into the strength of life.

Detect spells and switch operations.

What Ainz saw was undoubtedly a blazing flame of life shooting into the sky. Although he couldn't judge it precisely, the intensity of this flame was at least level seventy or higher.

Level 70...

Even if Ainz executed the 'Perfect Warrior' spell and acquired the attribute parameters of a level 100 warrior, without warrior specialties, skills, or warrior-specific equipment, his overall combat strength would only be around level 70—after all, a warrior without specialties is just a blank slate. And Ainz didn't even have a speck of flesh on his body.

There's no way to switch accessories.

It wore full-body armor created using superior-level artifacts, along with corresponding weaponry. However, its ten fingers were already adorned with numerous gacha rings—the kind used by mages to bypass accessory level restrictions and which, once put on, could never be removed. If prepared beforehand, Ainz could easily have used a convenient equipment-changing tool to replace his armor with the World Champion Armor left behind by Touch Me, or some other divine artifact-level weaponry. But now…

Can't do it.

His companions' weapons had been used once when they defeated Shalltear, and then he had put them back into the treasure hall deep within the Great Tomb to continue their safekeeping—after the battle with Yerantir, he had indeed underestimated the power of the human kingdoms in this world. Even though he had made some preparations, he was certainly not in a fully prepared state when he arrived in Aincrad.

—Shall we reveal Ainz Ooal Gown's identity here?
A thought raced through his mind: if he revealed Ainz Ooal Gown's true identity as Flyff right here, the identity he forged in Carne Village would become shaky—the warrior captain was right there, and Ainz was even planning to recruit him. But if he abandoned the plan to reveal his identity, then using only the perfect warrior would make it difficult for him to...

--etc!
Ainz suddenly realized something. The Regent before him seemed remarkably similar to himself. He too appeared as a powerful magic caster, and then acted like a warrior. So, was the Regent, as Ainz had planned, also using a lower-level transformation magic similar to 'Perfect Warrior'?

Probably!

How could a life force with only a mere level 70 strength possibly be able to fight against itself?
If the opponent didn't use 'transformation magic' and instead relied solely on their own abilities to master both magic and martial arts... that would further prove that the Regent before them was merely a native, not a player. Because, as a character specializing entirely in magic, before using 'Perfect Warrior,' they couldn't even wield a sword from their inventory. Furthermore, if the opponent could use martial arts techniques, it would definitively verify their hypothesis.

My mood immediately relaxed.

What was initially thought to be an uncontrollable emergency has in an instant transformed into a battle between two Stands of the same type. And he, possessing the power to transform into a 'level 100 basic warrior,' is determined to defeat the Regent, who possesses only the power of a mere 'level 70 basic warrior'!
—Did you win simply because of your attributes?

—But that petrification curse rebounded… was it because of some special item equipped on him? Yes, even a mere fifth-tier magic, if cast on me, wouldn't be able to break through this jet-black armor.

Ample leisure comes along with relaxation.

If his guess was wrong, and the other party truly was a prodigy who had inherited a player's legacy, then the effect would be even better. On this continent where the average level is less than 5 and level 30 is considered a national hero, a talent who has grown to level 70 through their own abilities is undoubtedly extremely valuable. If he could subdue this person, then this gain would be enough to solidify his position as the king of the Great Tomb.

OK!

How could there be such a wonderful and coincidental thing in this world?

It seems the whole world is on his side, with the only exception being—

—In Yggdrasil, I recall very few people chose the high-level profession of Spellsword. Because trying to learn both means being bad at both! Unless someone has a serious case of art style disorder, nobody would even consider that option!

Among Ainz's former companions, one chose the Spellsword class for its art style. And this Spellsword build was even weaker than Ainz Ooal Gown's, which also focused on art style and cosplayed as an evil lich. Ainz Ooal Gown is a top-tier PvP guild, and his companion was probably the strongest Spellsword in the entire game, but even with his expertise in the second battle, he was confident he could defeat him in the first fight!
My worries have completely disappeared.

The only thing to consider now is how to win easily and gracefully. And...

The dark blade was slightly raised; it had been holding its position, waiting to carefully consider the current situation. But now, it needed to say something cool enough to get by!

"Proud warrior, even now, do you still yearn for a fair fight?" The Regent's voice flowed through the arena like water. He gripped his twin swords tightly, his steps unhurried.

Ainz's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, suddenly lit up. —Yes, yes, yes! That's it, that's it!

The voice, naturally adjusted. Fei Fei, the hero in black, has a calm yet proud voice.

"You need to warm up before a fight; that's fair to you."

Both inside and outside the arena, gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. The Blue Rose, Larjos, who had finally managed to crawl out of the rubble with Iver's help, glared resentfully at the jet-black armor.

"So you're just using us as props to warm up for His Majesty... Dark Hero, do you not consider anyone else here a threat...?"

"Shh." Iveriai covered Rajos's mouth and dragged her towards the steps of the audience stands. She glanced cautiously at the black-clad hero duo, only breathing a sigh of relief when she saw they weren't paying attention. "Be careful, that man... is very strong."

Her gaze toward Feifei was full of apprehension.

The Regent's gaze then shifted and fell upon 'Beautiful Girl' Nabe.

"So what are you waiting for? To wait for the buff spells on me to wear off?"

—A buff spell? Right! And this too—how could I have forgotten, I could do that too!
The dark-skinned hero slightly raised his head.

"I'm just giving you a chance to take a good look at the types of buffs I have. Of course, you can attack me directly if you want."

Duster made a gesture of invitation.

Ainz breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head slightly.

"Nabe, cast a buff spell on me, then step back."

Its command was met with an immediate response, while its adversary simply stood quietly opposite, awaiting its arrival. The loyal maid responded with an almost cheerful tone, for the occasion finally allowed her to utter her usual title.

"Yes, Lord Fei Fei!"

—Does she really dislike calling me "sir"?
A series of brilliant lights emanated from Ainz's body. However, Nabe's spellcasting was merely a facade. The true recipient of the buff was always Ainz himself, and the process was essentially the same as when he dealt with Shalltear!
[Flight], [Infinite Barrier], [Protective Barrier - Divine], [Life Essence], [High-Level All-Ability Enhancement], [Freedom], [Insight], [High-Level Magic Resistance], [Supernatural Intuition], [Cloak of Chaos], [Unyielding], [High-Level Luck], [Dragon Power], [High-Level Hardening], [Damage Absorption], [High-Level Magic Shield], [Increased Penetration]...

Various magical effects flashed by. Apart from the spells used to enhance the attributes of the magic caster and the triggered magical effects, everything was exactly the same as when he fought Shalltear. An indescribable sense of power filled Ainz's mind and body, and in the end, it silently completed the final link before the battle.

[The Perfect Warrior]

The highest-ranking magic caster had thus become the highest-ranking warrior. Nabeul silently withdrew and left the scene. Ainz's gaze then turned forward.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Its voice was full of confidence and authority. "Did you recognize the buff on me? It's good to take countermeasures before the battle begins."

In the audience, Fluder almost ripped his beard off. The magic appearing on that 'Flying One' was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Aside from the initial 'flight,' he couldn't discern even a single trace of magical aura!
However, what shocked him even more was his Majesty Dust.

"Hmm? Are you ready?" Dust tilted his head slightly, as if waking from a dream. "Excuse me, I was just lost in thought."

The regent's chin was slightly raised.

"You can attack now."

He didn't care at all, just as he had when facing those eight powerful figures of Hero rank or above. And this sentence naturally earned him a laugh tinged with anger.

"it is good!"

A colossal black shadow tore through the air and soared upwards. The next instant, the massive swords collided violently in mid-air!

(End of this chapter)