Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 401 Seeking One's Own Death
Since that day, Ainz Ooal Gown has secluded himself in the deepest part of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. He has refused all the Guardians' approach and comfort, and has forbidden all members of the Great Tomb of Nazarick from leaving.

It was very scared.

They were afraid that the person suspected to be a GM would take everything they owned away because of their offense.

Why is this happening?
—I've clearly left that lifeless place, clearly arrived in another world. I clearly possess unparalleled power and a group of loyal NPCs, so why... why are there still GMs, something even more outrageous than cheat codes, appearing here?

as well as……

—Am I really... in another world?

—What he said, that secret… Could it be that I… have been in the latest virtual reality all along?

fear.

It looked suspiciously at every figure that approached it. However, when it finally calmed down between the thrones and carefully recalled every detail since Dust's appearance, it vaguely sensed that something strange seemed to be amiss.

Yes, there's a problem. Something's very wrong.

The biggest problem lies in...

—When did those people in power become so easy to talk to?
He finally found out.

If he truly remained a brain in a vat, then his identity had already shifted from a 'customer' to a 'test subject' for the game company. And in his cyberpunk era, what operator would treat a test subject with such courtesy?
Kill only the maid instead of the level 100 NPC? What a joke! Even I know that if there are disobedient people in my way at work, even if I can't kick them away for various reasons, I should still knock them down and make them suffer, so that they will learn a lesson they will never forget and avoid the same thing happening in the future.

Yes… if I were the GM, truly holding the power of life and death, I would definitely kill all NPCs except for the main target. I might even cause permanent damage to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. In my era, even doing that much would be tantamount to doing charity!
—He's too weak… so weak it's as if I'm still the player and he's still the game operator. And that proves I'm not in the illusion at all. This is indeed another world, and back then he had no ability other than to kill Hizi!

If you gain an inch, how can you not take a mile? Unless you simply don't have the ability. And since that's the case...

“I’ve been tricked…” Ainz Ooal Gown’s skeletal fist clenched tightly. He was now certain that he had indeed fallen into a trap, and that he had been misled, thus missing that most precious and crucial opportunity.

Anger welled up within him. That person was most likely just an ordinary player who happened to know a secret he didn't. He had held an absolute advantage back then; if he had only been a little braver, a little more fearless, and given the order for all the guardians of the Great Tomb to attack, then all of the opponent's secrets might already be in his hands.

Rage. What angered me most was that I had actually shown such weakness in front of my friend's children. My standing as an elder must have plummeted to its lowest point. Even if I wanted to make amends later, I'd probably be powerless to do so.

but……

"There's still a chance to make amends..."

The Great Tomb remains powerful.

He still possesses multiple world-class items.

Only a few months were wasted, and the other party was just one person.

The maximum level is 100.

Even if he truly possessed a secret known only to the operators, unlocked a hidden class, and even transformed into an incredibly powerful world-class boss, he would at most become a level 120 unit that an entire elite player squad could defeat. The Great Tomb of Nazarick, however, has the fundamental strength to defeat it.

It's time to take action.

Ainz Ooal Gown made up his mind.

"Immediately send troops to attack the Holy Kingdom's capital, Herbans... First, kill his men and women... no, kidnap them. Then demand he come to the Great Tomb to apologize. If he comes, bury him with all the resources the Great Tomb possesses. If he dares not come, it proves he is even weaker than I anticipated!" A perfect plan, relying on the Great Tomb's defensive strength and immense power. It's important to understand that even at its peak, the Great Tomb itself struggled to properly deal with those on the eighth level of the Great Tomb.

Alright, then let's begin the summons immediately...

"To be honest, I was actually planning to let you off the hook," a voice rang out.

That was a voice that shouldn't exist here.

The surge of passion that Ainz had finally mustered vanished in an instant. And the undead's forced calmness quietly began to activate.

It saw that the person was there.

The person with black hair, wearing an ordinary robe, looked completely out of place with everything around him.

He appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, in the throne room, a place theoretically impossible to invade from the outside. And he appeared quite relaxed and at ease.

"Originally, I planned to strip you of your guild management rights, player panel, undead race, and spellcasting ability. Then, after implanting the belief in you that 'this man who calls himself Suzuki Satoru plotted to kill Ainz Ooal Gown,' I would throw you into the hands of those floor guardians you cherish—I've already seen that timeline, where you, as a mortal, will be subjected to endless torture and torment in that cockroach monster's dungeon. But at the end of the torture, there's a tiny chance they'll believe that Suzuki Satoru is Ainz Ooal Gown... although that point in time is at least 736 years in the future."

He turned his head and looked at the dumbfounded Ainz Ooal Gown.

"That was what I was planning to do."

He smiled.

"But now, I've changed my mind. After all, I am the king of humanity, and even humans from another world deserve release after suffering enough punishment. But..."

“A monster is a monster. And you monsters haven’t done nothing either.”

A terrifying aura was released.

The immense surge of magical energy, upon its release, even caused the spacetime structure between the thrones to become unstable. Alarms blared from every corner of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. And an incomprehensible level of being appeared in Ainz Ooal Gown's detection magic!
"Two...two hundred levels!? How is that possible!" It could barely hold onto the guild scepter in its hand.

An hourglass filled with destructive power was constructed beside Dust. The immense heterogeneous magical energy contained in each grain of sand that fell from it nearly made Ainz, who was trying to observe it, vomit.

It didn't vomit because it couldn't.

But its non-existent heart was trembling violently.

Unbeatable, utterly unbeatable. Such terrifying magic, even if simply unleashed, would directly destroy the structure of spells below the super-tier level!

“I have sealed off the time and space of this great tomb. And this spell will activate in a quarter of an hour.”

The Regent's gaze swept across the entire void behind Ainz.

"Now, struggle as much as you can."

"monster."

(End of this chapter)