The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Perhaps it's because of the significant improvement in physical strength.

Even in the dark of night.

That face with its gentle smile remained crystal clear in Lin Mo's vision.

Through a thin veil of light, the other party was polite and courteous, like a nobleman from a bygone era.

As Lin Mo's gaze focused.

A line of data that only Lin Mo could see quietly appeared beside the boy.

The Wisdom of the Undead - Ainz Ooal Gown

[Rank: King]

Combat Power: 325124

[Combat Rank: S]

Overall combat strength: 325,124.

How could it be Ainz Ooal Gown?

Moreover, it was completely different from what Zhou Jian described.

There was no friendliness, and the ages didn't match.

Lin Mo was overwhelmed with thoughts.

It was as if God had played a joke on him.

He just got a promotion.

The current overall combat strength is 28,523.

The opponent's overall combat strength is over 320,000.

The gap between the two is too huge.

Looking at the other party's undisguised malice, Lin Mo sighed.

He then grinned slightly and slowly raised his left hand, his movements unhurried and with a strange composure.

He provocatively gestured for Ainz to enter.

Please.

If you're so capable, come in.

The air froze for the second time.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Ainz Ooal Gown's gentle expression.

An undisguised look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He had clearly considered many possibilities.

Fearful screams, desperate curses, or attacks that are all bark and no bite.

But he never expected this kind of response.

invite.

The provocation came from an ant that cowered in its safe zone, not daring to take a single step out.

Somewhat absurd.

But this guy... is certainly bold enough.

The astonishment on Ainz's face quickly melted away like ice and snow, replaced by a deep, almost appreciative, interest.

He grinned silently.

That wasn't mockery, nor was it contempt.

Rather, it is a heartfelt appreciation when one has met their match.

"As expected of the person who started this game, he does have some guts."

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

A piercing, distorted scream suddenly exploded in my ears.

The sparrow, who had been terrified by Lin Mo's crazy actions, finally snapped out of its petrified state.

[You're insane! You're insane! Are you really insane?!]

Sparrows fluttered wildly on his shoulder, like a wind-up toy.

Didn't you see what kind of strength that guy has?!

[S-rank! 320,000 combat power! A genuine King-level creature!]

【You dare provoke him! Are you really that fearless?!】

The system's sharp cry sent shivers down Lin Mo's spine.

Lin Mo frowned and reached up to pick at his ear.

"Afraid."

Lin Mo said he was scared, but his mind had never been so calm.

"But so what?"

There was no emotion in that voice.

"If begging for mercy were truly effective, the roads to success would already be overflowing with people."

"Uh..." The sparrow's fluttering stopped abruptly.

It was so choked by this extremely calm statement that it couldn't utter a single word.

Although he did not agree with Lin Mo's actions just now, he had to admit it.

The pleas of the weak are the least valuable things in the world.

Show fear to predators like the other.

Just like sprinkling blood on a wound, it will only attract a more ferocious hunt.

On the contrary, this incomprehensible arrogance can clothe oneself in a layer of armor called "the unknown".

Perhaps this will make the other party think twice.

Take a thousand steps back.

Even if we can't achieve our goal, at least we won't feel so aggrieved when we die at the hands of the other party.

Ainz Ooal Gown continued to scrutinize him, his admiration growing ever stronger.

But he did not attempt to attack the light barrier; clearly, he was well aware of the rules of this barrier.

Lin Mo was not afraid.

At least for now, he can't get in.

There's still some time before the end-of-month assessment.

He still has time.

Although there aren't many, as long as there are, there's always a chance to turn things around.

Seeing that Lin Mo had no intention of stepping out of the safe zone, the Bone King finally nodded slightly, as if acknowledging his courage.

The appreciative look on his face slowly faded, replaced by a gentle calm.

This time, however, beneath the calm surface lurked a chilling undercurrent.

His lips curved upwards in a subtle arc.

It is the action of a beast that, after locking onto its prey, proudly bares its fangs.

After leaving behind this silent "greeting," Ainz Ooal Gown's figure began to fade into the distance.

His body simply faded away, his outline gradually blurring, like ink spreading with water, slowly merging into the gray sky behind him.

A quiet, silent exit.

The sky was empty again.

The figure suspended in the night sky, along with the suffocating sense of oppression, vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had never existed.

The surrounding noise returned to their ears, and the frozen players resumed their movements, noisily discussing the strange lag they had just experienced.

"What's going on? Is the game server acting up?"

"I was so scared, I suddenly couldn't move."

"They must have all disconnected. Luckily, everyone's okay."

They laughed and joked, quickly forgetting the little incident, and continued their exploration and trading.

Almost no one noticed that under that sky, a silent confrontation concerning life and death had taken place.

Lin Mo's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the boy not far away.

A boy who was as thin as a monkey was squatting there, clutching his chest in pain.

He was the guy who was sent flying by Lin Mo's fist wind after luring the monster.

Lin Mo took a step and walked over.

As he approached, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the boy, whose expression was full of pain: "Manager... um..."

Without saying a word, Lin Mo took out a small bag of crystal-clear source crystals from his pocket and threw it over.

"One hundred Source Crystals, this is what you deserve."

The boy caught it in a flurry, weighed it in his hand, and his face immediately broke into a wide smile, the pain in his body vanishing instantly.

"Thank you, store manager! Thank you, store manager!"

"Remember to contact me again if you have a good task like this next time."

Lin Mo nodded.

But the good mood I was in at the beginning has now completely vanished.

Ainz Ooal Gown.

S-class.

Combat strength of 320,000.

These three words, like three mountains, weighed heavily on his body.

There were still some gains.

At least, he had seen this legendary king-level creature with his own eyes.

And I am 100% certain that the other party harbors intense and undisguised malice towards me.

This is completely different from what Zhou Jian said.

However, now that we know the other party has ill intentions, there's no need to indulge in wishful thinking or speculate about Ainz Ooal Gown.

The next thing to consider is how to successfully navigate the end-of-month assessment process under the other party's control.