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

As Ainz Ooal Gown looked at the skeleton before him, which had bowed down in submission to him, a satisfied smile appeared on his gentle face.

He spoke calmly, "Tell me, what exactly happened just now?"

"I want you to tell me everything, without missing a single word."

The withered skeleton kneeling on the ground slightly raised its hollow skull, and two pale white soul flames flickered for a moment.

Dry and broken, like the syllables of two stones rubbing together, emanated from its constantly opening and closing jawbone.

"My name is Mo Fang, and my real name is Mo Lecheng."

Ainz Ooal Gown paused for a moment.

Ok?

"Before Wasteland came out, I was a game streamer... Later I created a guild called 'I Have a Sword'..."

The voice of the skeleton was completely flat, mechanically recounting his memories.

It is telling its own story.

Zhang Heng's slight smile vanished without a trace.

That's not what he wants to hear.

What he wanted to hear was what agreement Lin Mo and those vermin of the Weaver Queen had reached just now, in that Spider Building.

What exactly are their plans?

Instead of this newly born dead, he is here reminiscing about his humble and ridiculous past.

The skeletons continued their tireless tale, their knees trembling with utmost devotion, as if they were confessing to the gods.

Zhang Heng took a couple of steps and went around to the back of the skeleton.

The skeleton continued, "...I suspect the truth of this world might be related to the game..."

Ainz Ooal Gown didn't want to listen anymore.

"idiot!"

Zhang Heng's voice suddenly turned cold, interrupting the lifeless narration of the skeleton.

"Don't start talking about things from so long ago!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it contained an irresistible air of authority that made the surrounding air momentarily still.

"I just want to know, what just happened?"

The kneeling skeleton stopped.

Its jaw stopped opening and closing, and its whole body froze, like a marionette whose pause button had been pressed.

The two pale soul flames began to flicker violently, their brightness changing erratically and appearing extremely unstable.

It tilted its head, looking at the ground in front of it, its movements stiff and eerie.

But a visible sense of bewilderment emanates from this skeleton devoid of flesh.

one second.

two seconds.

The skeleton remained motionless, maintaining that strange posture with its head tilted to the side.

Zhang Heng's patience had completely run out.

A chilling aura emanated from him.

He stepped forward, bent down, and with his long, slender fingers, pinched the skull of the withered bone, forcibly turning its head back.

Answer me.

He asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"What exactly happened after we went to the Spider Building?"

The skeletal jawbone made a series of cracking sounds, as if it might shatter at any moment.

The soul fire in its eyes flickered even more intensely.

It is trying its best to carry out the Bone King's orders.

However, his mind was completely blank.

I have absolutely no idea what a spider building is.

That memory was as if someone had used an eraser to cleanly wipe it away from its soul.

"No...no..."

The skeleton finally spoke again, its voice filled with doubt but also absolute seriousness.

"I have no memory of... the Spider Building..."

Zhang Heng's movements froze completely.

He slowly released his grip and straightened up.

No?

How could there be none?

He witnessed this guy walk out of that building and then be turned into an undead by his own hands.

Now, the spirit tells him that he has no memory of that time.

He looked down at the bewildered skeleton.

A surge of anger, as if he had been tricked, erupted from the depths of his heart.

"Useless trash!"

A furious shout.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the skeleton in the chest with all his might.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

His hard bones were as fragile as cookies in the face of his terrifying power.

Countless cracks instantly spread from his feet toward the entire skeleton.

Then, with a "crash," it exploded completely.

Countless bone fragments, mixed with dust, flew in all directions.

The skull, still gazing blankly into the distance, rolled far away. The two pale, soul-flames in its eye sockets flickered violently a few times before going out completely.

A once vibrant life was completely erased in just a few minutes in two different ways.

Ainz stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly.

A cold wind blew by, stirring up bone meal and debris on the ground, making a "rustling" sound.

He slowly withdrew his foot, his clean casual clothes spotless.

But his anger did not subside.

In this desolate ruin, amidst a pile of skeletal remains, Zhang Heng stood quietly.

No one knows what he's thinking.

It was at this moment that...

Not far away, beneath a pile of collapsed concrete blocks, lies a crack so deep it's almost imperceptible.

A tiny spider, no bigger than a grain of rice, entirely black except for a strange scarlet pattern on its back, silently retracted its outstretched forelegs.

It turned around and quickly disappeared into the deeper darkness.

......

On the other side, in the safe zone's pharmaceutical laboratory.

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair, quietly watching the virtual screen in front of him.

The live stream screen went completely black the moment Mo Fang's life force vanished.

Silence.

Ainz Ooal Gown's last words replayed in Lin Mo's mind.

"I don't need your permission to know what I want to know."

What information can you possibly get from a dead person?

unless......

A somewhat absurd yet extremely logical guess emerged in his mind.

Ainz Ooal Gown has the ability to extract memories from the dead.

turn out to be......

That's where his information came from!

Sparrow seemed to have figured something out, but then turned to look at Lin Mo with a questioning gaze: "You clearly know that Ainz Ooal Gown's ability to gather information is strange, so why did you still send your servants over?"

Instead of actively inviting those monsters into the safe zone?

Lin Mo smiled and said, "Because I just want Ainz Ooal Gown to know."

Sparrow: [Huh? Are you speaking human language?]

Lin Mo played with the potion in his hand; he was clearly in a good mood at the moment.

"Because I've never believed in those monsters."

Lin Mo's mind went blank, and he seemed to see the scene of the apocalypse descending upon him again.

After a long silence, he looked at Sparrow and said, "Don't forget, my goal is to survive this end-of-month assessment, not to kill Bone King."

Sparrow: [Then why did you go to all this trouble? And given the current situation, killing Ainz Ooal Gown would indeed be a permanent solution...]

At this point, Sparrow suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if she had thought of something. Her small eyes stared intently at Lin Mo.

You never intended to kill Ainz Ooal Gown!

[Once Ainz Ooal Gown dies, the means to check and balance the Fate Weaver will be lost. Therefore, you deliberately told Mo Fang those messages to use him to warn Ainz Ooal Gown.]

What a cunning fellow!

Lin Mo smiled helplessly: "When you have a sword hanging over your head, you'll only become smarter than me."

If given the choice, who wouldn't want to live a peaceful and comfortable life?

Then you're probably going to be disappointed.

Lin Mo: "What do you mean by that?"

Mo Fang is not a shop assistant; his role is that of a servant.

[Having higher privileges also comes with more restrictions.]

From the moment he signed the master-servant contract with you, all his subsequent memories of you will be bound by these rules.

Sparrow's narration is devoid of any emotion; it merely states a predetermined rule.

No one may casually look through this page.

Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't.