Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 402 Making the Most of Everything
Fifteen minutes is not short, but it's not particularly long either.

During that time, Ainz and everyone inside the Great Tomb of Nazarick used every method they could imagine.

Teleportation escape failed.

Using the most advanced world-class items was ineffective.

Unleashing all the resources within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, including the monsters on the eighth level that are essentially no different from world bosses and whose strength would have been considered cheat-like even during the Yogg-Tracer game era, had no effect.

Even the sacrificial technique that directly drives the self-destruct mechanism of the Great Tomb, disintegrating this space into dust, ultimately yields only one result.

invalid.

Invalid, invalid, still invalid.

The fact that Dustner's level 200 creature rating is absolutely true is no exaggeration.

He didn't even need to move; he simply stood there quietly. The inherent damage reduction from this extremely high level was enough to nullify any attack that the Great Tomb could unleash. Even the 'Twenty,' a top-tier world-class item that could only be used once and would disappear afterward, couldn't even budge a single hem of his clothing.

I just can't do it.

It's impossible to do no matter what.

The rule-based intervention, achieved through exhaustive means and countless sacrifices, ultimately yielded results that weren't even enough to make Duster twitch his lips.

They gave everything they could, reducing Dust's biological level of two hundred to level one. However, the instant the reduction was complete, what entered their detection magic was overwhelming despair.

Two hundred levels didn't become one; instead, two hundred levels became two thousand. The already immense magical reaction thus underwent another leapfrog expansion. However, even though the magical reaction increased exponentially by more than a hundred times, and even though the sheer volume of magical energy made Ainz and the level 100 NPCs dizzy just by looking at it, this power, which should have been uncontrollable, remained firmly in the hands of the man who called himself Dust.

An undeniable fact has finally been fully confirmed at this moment.

This person named Duster does indeed possess GM-level power, capable of turning everything around and changing everything.

And so, the last grain of sand in the hourglass fell.

..............................

The spell is complete.

The instant the spell was completed, all remaining material structures of the Great Tomb of Nazarick were completely erased. All the guild members' souls—whether resisting, hiding, self-destructing, or fleeing—were captured by the spell's effects and fell into Wu Chen's hands.

Wu Chen wasn't actually there specifically to destroy Nazarick. They were no longer worthy of his elaborate efforts. In fact, if he simply wanted to bring about the annihilation of this Undead Guild, he could have simply sent Hayakawa Shiori, his First Chosen One, who could have wiped out the entire Great Tomb and everything within it in the same quarter of an hour.

That's actually an easy thing.

Even with a plethora of divine artifacts, the gap between a mere number of high-level legendary items and the power of a great god is immense. After all, this is no longer the era of DNQ-exclusive archmages boasting of god-slaying. Below the level of gods, they are nothing but dust in the face of great divine power.

Therefore, there was another reason why he came here in person to perform the spell. "It's finished."

Wu Chen looked at his palm.

Using the Great Tomb of Nazarick as the central point of his spellcasting, he had sculpted the soul river of the entire world into a form more suited to his desires. The soul tides, though not as powerful as those in the world of Lance, but still endless, transformed from a flowing river into a vortex. And the souls of all humanity were incorporated into the mark.

He created the underworld, and another burial mound for souls. From then on, all human souls on this land had a definite resting place.

Death is no longer the end.

Reincarnation and rebirth have both become viable paths. Of course, the human world will need some time to come into contact with and adapt to this gift, which is almost equivalent to immortality. But before this secret is revealed, this rule has already begun to operate.

This is the king's bounty; he bestows immortality upon his subjects. This immortality will continue until the souls themselves meet their end. As for the likely accompanying problems of population and resources, he has other ways to deal with them.

"At worst, I'll just make another bottle." He chuckled and shook his head slightly.

He still had plenty of time. After all, before the population and resources exploded, almost all non-human races, except for the dragons and the recognized human allies, had been silently contributing behind the scenes—this underworld was a human underworld, and only human souls could achieve immortality under its mechanisms. And naturally, the souls of all the unrecognized non-human races would serve as fuel in this massive vortex.

The underworld of humans, the hell of other races.

In the deepest part of Hell, at the very center of a vortex that is both a millstone and a furnace, the very concept of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and all the souls it connects to, will become the main axis of burning and tempering.

Eternal torment awaits them; they will be burned and ground again and again here to ensure the proper functioning of the entire underworld system. Just how painful and unbearable that is, only those who experience it firsthand truly know. After all, even now, at the very beginning of its operation, he can already hear the howls and cries emanating from the main axis.

This suffering will last a long time.

Even if the members of Nazarick are merely projections created and bestowed by the Voice of the World, the souls of these high-level legends can still exist stably within the core of this forge and millstone for at least 100,000 years before showing any obvious signs of decay.

It's a pity, but who can blame them when they possess the strongest souls in the world? And they don't have a powerful dragon god like Bahamut to support them. So Wu Chen had no choice but to make the most of them, allowing these powerful souls, which don't belong to the human realm, to make sacrifices for humanity.

So……

"Gentlemen, farewell."

He nodded, then casually erased the memories and powers of the only human NPC in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, named Orel, and tossed her into some random, remote country. After all, he, Wu Chenchen, was the king of humanity, meaning that even the humans within the Great Tomb would be subject to his double standards.

Unfortunately, this is the only human left.

Unfortunately, the real Satoru Suzuki never arrived here in the first place.

Thus came to an end the trivial matters of this time. Many years passed afterward. The recognized alien races gradually became true human subspecies, while the powerful dragons vanished without a trace. This world gradually became a completely human world, and before Wu Chen sealed them in the bottle, they had already built a prosperous society that didn't need a king, relying on their own abilities and the gifts of the underworld.

The king's duties have thus come to an end.

(End of this chapter)