Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 150 Level 1 alt player Rick

Ivanshah Great Forest, the Kingdom of Elves.

That night, something did indeed descend.

But the entire Elf Kingdom was completely unaware of this.

The reason is simple: the Ivanshweh Forest is simply too vast. It is a boundless primeval forest that would take months to traverse on foot.

The descendant did not fall directly at the gates of the capital, but landed on the other side of the forest, near the border.

The Elf Kingdom also failed to detect this situation; frankly, their reconnaissance methods were very primitive.

Elves are indeed born with heightened senses and eyesight far superior to humans, able to see birds flying hundreds of meters away under the moonlight.

But apart from that, they basically rely on visual observation; they don't know any of those complex detection spells or wide-area monitoring barriers.

As for Lord Deckham Hogan himself?

He did have the ability to detect anything unusual, but he had absolutely no interest in it.

At this moment, he was busy in his palace discussing the great topic of "procreation" with several of his recently acquired concubines.

What are aftershocks a century ago, what are demons descending? None of them are as important as what's happening right now.

And so, the visitor was completely ignored.

The descendant was a giant black bear.

It is three to four times larger than an ordinary brown bear, and can stand up to five meters tall.

Its body is covered with thick black fur, but upon closer inspection, one can see that there are some intricate patterns hidden among those furs. These patterns are carefully etched on its skin and exude a faint magical aura.

If someone knowledgeable were present, they would immediately recognize that these characters are a closely guarded secret of the dwarf race.

Rune script.

They can imbue their objects with various magical powers, some enhancing strength, some strengthening defense, and some accelerating recovery.

This bear is covered in these characters.

It could perhaps be called the [Rune Bear].

Now, it is wandering aimlessly in the Ivanshweh Forest.

Its level has reached 40, which is quite powerful in this world. It is so powerful that apart from the Elf King himself, no other elf in the entire Elf Kingdom can defeat it in a one-on-one fight.

The elves will encounter this bear someday.

When they encounter that day, they will probably be very surprised.

But that's a matter for later.

Let's turn our attention to the far northwest corner of the continent.

There is a human kingdom here, with a not-so-famous name and not particularly powerful, but it has a uniquely advantageous geographical location.

It was hiding right behind the Slane Theocracy, firmly protected by that powerful theocratic state.

Those subhuman and alien species that feed on humans would have to get past the Slane Theocracy before they could reach this place, and the fanatical followers of the Slane Theocracy have always been ruthless in killing non-human beings.

Therefore, this country has always lived in peace and comfort, and has never experienced a large-scale invasion.

Inberia's expansion didn't reach this area. The continent is too vast. Although Inberia is strong, it's far from being able to swallow the entire continent. There will always be areas it can't cover.

But this peaceful country is destined to be anything but peaceful tonight.

The effects of the aftershocks that occurred a century ago have also reached this area.

Many invaders landed within the country's borders. Some were monsters from the game, and others were players.

Beside a small village, space suddenly distorted.

A flash of light, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

He was a young man, looking to be in his early twenties, with delicate features. He was dressed in simple, coarse cloth clothes and held a crooked wooden stick in his hand. He looked just like a beggar who had just left the beginner village.

He looked around in confusion.

Where is this?

His last memory was of the moment the game shut down.

He created a new level 1 account to commemorate the game that had been with him for many years in his final moments. He thought that if the level was 1 when the server opened, it should also be 1 when the server closed, so that it would have a proper beginning and an end.

Then everything went black before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was here.

He looked down at his hands.

That hand wasn't the virtual touch you see in games; it was real. He could feel the breeze brushing against his skin, smell the scent of earth and grass in the air, and even feel his heart pounding in his chest.

That's so true.

Although YGGDRASIL claims to be highly realistic, it is impossible for it to simulate touch and smell. How is that possible?

A thought flashed through his mind.

Through.

He suddenly shivered.

If he really did time travel, then his current situation is terrible. He's a level 1 alt, with no equipment and no skills. Any random monster could easily eat him up like a snack.

I should have just switched to my main account instead of this nostalgia game!

He quickly opened his spatial backpack.

Sure enough, they were penniless.

A beginner's short sword, beginner's cloth armor, three healing potions, and a piece of dry rations—that's all.

He sighed.

But when he looked at his right hand, his gaze calmed down a bit.

That wooden stick.

With this, even if your level is low, you're not completely helpless against powerful enemies. However, this thing can't be used lightly; using it once will cause a lot of trouble.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Rick—!"

The sound came from the horizon, growing ever closer.

He looked up and froze.

A lump of iron is flying down from the sky.

It was a real lump of iron, made entirely of metal, painted red, with sharp lines, and spewing blue flames from its back—it looked exactly like a mecha that had flown out of a science fiction movie.

This thing is completely out of place in this Western fantasy world.

Rick recognized the other person.

"Nitrogen Acceleration King!"

The mech accelerated towards him and landed steadily in front of him. The hatch opened, and a young man with spiky hair and wearing a sports vest jumped out.

Nitrogen Acceleration King, whose game ID is actually 【室素加速のKING】, is a mecha enthusiast in the game.

"It really is you!" Nitrogen Boost King rushed over and punched Rick in the shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you too," Rick said, rubbing his shoulder. "How did you get here?"

"When the server shut down, a giant fist suddenly appeared, which startled me, and then I ended up here." Nitrogen Acceleration King scratched his head. "What about you?"

"Same."

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a few seconds.

Nitrogen Accelerator King suddenly said, "I flew around the area and looked at it. I haven't seen this map before. It's not YGGDRASI."

There are places in L.

"Maybe it's some new map?" Rick suggested tentatively.

"A new map?" Nitro-Boost King's eyes lit up. "You mean, the game has been updated?"

Rick shook his head: "Try taking off your mech."

Nitrogen Accelerator King hesitated for a moment, but still did as instructed.

The mech's hatch opened, and he jumped out, standing on the ground.

A gentle breeze brushed his cheek and ruffled his hair. Birdsong drifted from afar, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Nitrogen Accelerator King was stunned.

"this----"

"Can you feel it?" Rick asked. "The breeze, the scent of flowers—when will YGGDRASIL be able to simulate these?"

Nitrogen Accelerator King opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

Rick said, "Try that one again."

He didn't say which one, but he knew about nitrogen acceleration.

[Exit Game].

Nitrogen Accelerator King closed his eyes, trying to bring up the game interface.

There was nothing there.

That familiar exit button, that option he had clicked countless times, that thing he always thought would always be there, has disappeared.

The interface is completely blank.

Nitrogen Accelerator King opened his eyes, his face turning very pale.

"No," he said. "Nothing at all."

Rick was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "So, either we've been locked up in some kind of death game by a madman like Kayaba Akihiko, or—"

He didn't finish speaking, but the nitrogen-accelerated Wang Dong.

Either they really time-traveled.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Nitrogen Boost King plopped down on the ground, clutching his head. "Why did I listen to you? I should have created a level 1 account!"

Rick gave a wry smile: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this either."

Nitrogen Acceleration King looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Where's your main account? Can you switch over?"

"It can't be transferred." Rick shook his head. "The interface won't even open, how can we transfer it?"

Nitrogen Accelerator King was in despair.

He remained silent for a long while before asking weakly, "So what do we do now?"

Rick thought for a moment and asked, "What other equipment do you have on you?"

Nitrogen Accelerator King got up and rummaged through his spatial backpack.

"I'm also a level 1 newbie account, except for—" He pointed to the mech next to him, "that, the level 8 [Reinforced Armor] I bought with real money, that's all."

Rick nodded.

The level 80 [Reinforced Armor] is considered pretty good game equipment, with considerable attack and defense. Combined with the item he has, they should be able to handle most situations, as long as level 100 characters aren't everywhere in this world.

"Let's go check out that village first," he said, pointing to a small village with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys in the distance. "Let's find out what's going on."

Nitrogen Accelerator King nodded, put the [Reinforced Armor] back into his spatial backpack, and said that wearing that to the village would be too conspicuous.

The two straightened their clothes and headed towards the village.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the backs of the two young people.

A new world is slowly unfolding before them.