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

On an island in the East.

A massive, living nest of flesh, shaped like a mountain, was trembling violently.

The entire island trembled under this raging will.

Countless bizarre spider creatures lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move an inch.

A sharp thought, sharp enough to tear apart the soul, exploded in the minds of all living beings.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The Weaver of Fate, Agnes, was now enraged like never before.

On this trip, she not only lost a clone of her will, but also lost eight carefully nurtured A-level lords!

Even the behemoths among them have already begun to spawn!

Give him enough time, and it's only a matter of time before he becomes an S-class.

But now it has fallen halfway through.

The pain was excruciating, like having my heart ripped out!

This outcome was completely unacceptable to her!

"Abomination!"

"I can't do anything to you, but those damned human ants won't step out of the safe zone again!"

"Whatever you want to do!"

"The next end-of-month assessment will be the death knell for those ants!"

The piercing scream echoed throughout the entire island, causing towering waves to surge in the sea below.

However, the next second, without warning, a pitch-black rift was torn open in the space directly above the island.

A pure and vast power of death slowly emerged from the crack.

That power was so domineering that it instantly suppressed Agnes's tyrannical aura.

Agnes's shriek stopped abruptly, replaced by extreme vigilance.

"Bone King! How dare you show your face again!"

Her thoughts materialized into a tangible impact, hurtling towards the crack in the sky.

But the shockwave vanished the moment it came into contact with the power of death.

Ainz Ooal Gown slowly emerged from the crack.

A slightly mocking voice came from Ainz Ooal Gown's mouth.

"Combat capabilities of Rank A or above are not permitted to appear around the safe zone."

"Understand?"

At the core of Agnes's enormous fleshy nest, a woman's face suddenly twisted in agony.

"What do you mean by this? Are you informing me? Or are you warning me?"

She felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

That damn skeleton dares to come to my lair and point fingers!

If this guy is hiding in the Endless Bone Domain, then I really can't do anything to him.

But this fool dares to come to my territory!

Ainz Ooal Gown chuckled mockingly: "This is not a notification, nor a warning, but an order."

"Order?"

Agnes repeated it as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You dare to challenge me?!"

A violent will surged forth once more; this time, she was serious!

However, what responded to her was an even more terrifying and purer power of death.

That power condensed in mid-air, instantly transforming into a handleless greatsword, which slashed down fiercely at the mountain-like nest of flesh below!

A black line flashed by.

Agnes's enormous flesh nest was neatly sliced ​​open from the middle.

The massive upper part slowly slid down and eventually plunged into the sea below, staining the surrounding area red for hundreds of miles.

A full third of its body was severed in one strike!

The indescribable pain caused Agnes to let out a scream that was extremely piercing.

But what she couldn't understand even more than the excruciating pain was the fear!

"Nirvana!"

"How could that be!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"How can you achieve Nirvana? What makes you think you can achieve Nirvana?!"

Her voice trembled, a tremor that came from the depths of her soul.

Nirvana!

That's a realm above the King level!

Only by embracing the rules can we become closer to them.

But doing that would undoubtedly mean certain death.

However, if they successfully overcome this obstacle, their strength will undergo a dramatic transformation.

They will also be more attuned to the power of the rules they control.

That was the realm she dreamed of, and she dared not stop for a moment in pursuit of that goal.

And Ainz Ooal Gown had already quietly completed his rebirth!

How is that possible!

Suddenly, the Weaver of Fate seemed to remember something, and her voice became shrill.

"No! You are not Ainz Ooal Gown!"

"Who are you?!"

Agnes finally realized the crux of the problem.

"Hehe, guess?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark crack slowly closed, and the aura of death belonging to the Bone King completely disappeared without a trace.

Only that light, fleeting laughter remained, echoing in the air above the island.

Only after that aura completely disappeared did the entire island return to calm.

At least, it's a facade of calm.

On the severed, massive flesh nest, at Agnes's core, the woman's face stared intently at the sky, filled with endless horror and trembling.

Just then, as the terrifying aura completely dissipated, two figures silently appeared at the entrance of the meat nest.

Those were two ferocious spider lords, exuding the powerful aura of A-rank lords.

They were Agnes's personal guards who had been left behind on the island and had not participated in the previous hunting operation.

At this moment, the two A-level lords lay prostrate on the ground, their huge compound eyes filled with awe and fear.

The force they just experienced, even as a mere aftershock, almost made them kneel down, their very souls trembling.

One of the larger spider lords cautiously raised its head and sent out a faint inquiry through mental fluctuations.

"Your Majesty...should we recall the leaders outside?"

His question was like a fuse, instantly igniting all the anger and humiliation that Agnes had been suppressing in her heart.

"idiot!!"

The sharp intent transformed into a tangible storm, slamming heavily into the two spider lords.

puff!

The two powerful A-level lords were blown away by this storm of will before they could even utter a sound.

It crashed heavily onto the distant rock face, instantly covering the hard shell with spiderweb-like cracks.

But they dared not utter a word of complaint. They struggled to their feet, then lay prostrate on the ground again, their bodies trembling even more violently.

Agnes's anger was still burning.

recall?

How easy you make that!

Has that guy already forgotten what he just said?!

Combat capabilities of Rank A or higher are not permitted to appear around the safe zone!

What does this mean?

That bastard is trying to use the blood and lives of his own people to feed those damned human ants!

Agnes's enormous fleshy nest trembled violently, and the entire island groaned in pain.

That one cut clearly showed her the difference in their abilities.

It was an insurmountable chasm.

She couldn't act rashly before figuring out the other party's true identity and purpose.

Once the facade is completely broken, the other party may have no more scruples and will come directly to this place to completely eliminate her.

After a long silence, Agnes's violent aura finally subsided.

But beneath that calm, an even more terrifying madness and resentment were brewing.

"Pass on my orders."

Her thoughts were cold and devoid of any emotion.

"All citizens who are wandering abroad shall remain as they are and need not be recalled."

Suddenly, a glimmer of clarity flashed in the eyes of the Weaver of Fate.

"I was so anxious and confused. How could he possibly be at the Nirvana level?"

"If he really is Nirvana, why has he wasted so much time with me all these years, and even used a trap to destroy my clone and severely injure me?"

"They've probably already attacked..."

Recall the scene just now.

Even if he is not at the Nirvana level, his strength is by no means that of an ordinary King level.

"But whatever, it doesn't matter."

As she spoke, Agnes gazed into the deepest part of the flesh nest.

There, on a warm bed constructed of countless crimson nerve bundles and gene chains, an egg of indescribable size was pulsating rhythmically.

Each pulse seemed to resonate with the pulse of the entire island.

That was her greatest masterpiece.

It was something she painstakingly created, fusing countless powerful biological genes to give birth to...

god!

It was also her only hope.

"Soon..."

"Our king is about to be born."

"The moment my king descends upon the world..."

Agnes was filled with an almost twisted anticipation and madness at this moment.

"I will get back everything I've lost!"