Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 173 The Movements of Others

the other side.

Rick and Nitro Boost King have been a bit free lately.

All the monsters that could be fought have been defeated, all the tasks that needed to be done have been completed, and a series of "chain quests" have also been done, such as helping villagers beat up tax collectors, helping the rebels kill lords, and helping the people of this country overthrow the corrupt aristocratic rule.

They cut down everything in their path, slaughtering their way from the border to the capital, from earls to dukes, killing every noble and lord, big and small.

Now, there are no more old nobles in this country.

There are no more monsters.

The two squatted atop the wall of an abandoned castle, watching the people rebuilding their homes in the distance, and began to discuss their next move.

"Should we go?" Nitrogen Accelerator King said. "There's not much experience left in this place."

Rick nodded. "It's time to change the map."

Just as the two were about to slip away, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from behind them.

Looking back, they saw a large, dark crowd surging towards them.

The group of elderly men at the head of the group wore silk robes that they had somehow found, clearly representatives who had been temporarily chosen. They walked to the wall and knelt down in unison.

"Your Majesties! Please wait!"

Rick and Nitrogen Accelerator King looked at each other in bewilderment.

Your Majesty? Who?

"You led us to overthrow those damned nobles and establish a new order!" The old man's face flushed with excitement. "You are the new kings! Ascend the throne and continue to lead us!"

The crowd behind him erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Ascension to the throne! Ascension to the throne! Ascension to the throne!"

Rick remained silent.

Nitrogen Accelerator King fell silent.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying the same message: What's going on?

They just wanted to complete a quest, how did they end up becoming king?

"No—" Nitrogen Acceleration King scratched his head, "We're just passing by, we didn't want to be kings or anything."

"Yeah, right." Rick quickly waved his hand, "You should find someone else, we're really not cut out for this."

But the people did not agree.

"You killed so many nobles and saved so many people, if you don't become king, who will?"

"The throne should belong to the capable!"

"Please, Your Majesties, stay!"

The calls grew louder and louder.

Rick and Nitrogen Accelerator King got more and more of a headache listening to this.

Finally, the two made an excuse to go to the toilet, and then climbed over the wall and ran away.

By the time the group realized what was happening, the two had already run several kilometers.

Once they were sure no one was chasing them, the two stopped and leaned against a large tree to catch their breath.

"That was terrifying! I almost got stuck there as a king. What were these people thinking?" Nitrogen Acceleration King complained. "I'm just a player. What's the point of being a king? Governing a country is too tiring."

Rick wholeheartedly agreed: "Indeed, leveling up by defeating monsters is much more fun."

"Exactly!" Nitrogen Boost King pulled out a map. "Which way do we go?"

Rick glanced at the map and pointed east: "This way. I heard that further east there's the Slane Theocracy, the Elf Kingdom, the Dwarf Kingdom, and the famous Imberia. Let's go check that out; maybe there's a new dungeon."

"Let's go!"

The two put away the map and continued eastward.

On the other side, on a hillside not far away.

Ligurt put away her binoculars, a slight smile playing on her lips.

These two people certainly didn't disappoint her.

She had been secretly observing them ever since they first appeared.

Watching them grow stronger from weakness, watching them slay monsters, overthrow nobles, and save the common people.

She had assumed they would seize the opportunity to ascend the throne and become the new masters of this land, since that was the path most people would choose.

The two of them actually ran away.

He abandoned the throne like a worn-out shoe and ran away without looking back.

"Interesting," Ligurette murmured. "Very interesting."

She put away her binoculars and followed them from a distance.

She wanted to know how far these two could go, and where their limits lay.

The people who were abandoned are now in complete chaos.

"The two kings have run away! What do we do?"

"Chase them! Send men to pursue them!"

"We can't catch up; they've long since disappeared—"

Some were disappointed, some cursed, and some stood there blankly, at a loss.

But many more people's eyes began to flicker.

The old king is dead, and a new king has not yet been established.

So now, who's in charge?

Soon, a commotion began to rise in the crowd. Several people quietly gathered together, whispering to each other, while another group also huddled together, exchanging glances.

That very evening, the first conflict broke out in the city.

Two small groups fought each other over an abandoned nobleman's mansion.

Then came the second and third matches —

The once united people quickly split into factions of all sizes after losing their common goal.

They began to attack and vie for the empty throne.

The situation is more chaotic than before.

The fighting is bloodier than ever before.

The two people who caused all of this have already walked away without looking back.

At the same time, in the far northwest corner of the continent.

In a towering mage tower, Fluder finally completed his experiment.

He stood atop the tower, letting out a long sigh of relief. His face showed a hint of weariness, but even more so, a sense of satisfaction.

Successful.

He finally succeeded in the immortal magic and forbidden spell that he had studied for countless days and nights.

By combining magic from the three major systems of magic power, faith, and spirit, he constructed an unprecedented grand ritual magic, forcibly manipulating the flow of time within himself and granting himself immortality.

In theory, it should be able to manipulate the caster's own time flow, achieving true immortality.

But theory is theory, and reality is reality.

Since it was the first time the magic was cast, it was not fully activated. Fluda did not completely stop aging, but only slowed down the aging process, but time was still passing.

However, that's enough.

With his current lifespan, he could easily live for several hundred more years.

After all, this forbidden spell had exhausted all his magical knowledge and energy reserves. Unless he made a major breakthrough in magical theory, he could forget about optimizing it.

"Has anything been happening outside lately?" he asked the magic apprentice guarding the tower.

The apprentice reported on all the recent matters, both big and small.

These are all trivial matters. In this remote corner, news travels too slowly. The earth-shattering events in the Slane Kingdom and the Elf Kingdom are still unknown here.

After listening, Fluta nodded.

He decided to temporarily halt his research into magic.

"I'm going to Inberia," he said.

That country, which is said to be rife with magical culture, might bring him new gains.

And so, the elderly mage embarked on his journey eastward alone.

As for danger?

He wasn't worried.

With his current strength, and I'm not bragging, there are very few people on the entire continent who can surpass him, apart from the dragons.

Several groups of people entered the territory of the Slane Theocracy one after another.

No, it should now be called "Slan Province of the Kingdom of Inberia".

Rick and Nitrogen Acceleration King stood at the border, looking at the checkpoint that once belonged to the Slane Theocracy, now bearing the flag of Inberia.

"What's going on?" Nitrogen Acceleration King asked, completely bewildered. "Where's the Slane Theocracy?"

Ricky stopped a passerby to ask him something, and after hearing what he heard, he was completely dismayed.

"Three days?" he repeated incredulously. "You're saying that Inberia took only three days to conquer the Slane Theocracy?"

The passerby nodded, looking completely matter-of-fact: "That's right, just three days. They declared war, marched into the capital on the second day, and surrendered on the third."

Rick remained silent.

It took him and Nitrogen Accelerator King several months to conquer that small country.

They wiped out a powerful nation in just three days?

"This Inbelia—" Rick murmured, "is something else."

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes blazing with intense curiosity.

Continue eastward.

In the distance, Ligulite also entered the province of Slen.

She stopped briefly at a roadside pub and learned about recent events from the locals.

"The Slane Theocracy was destroyed?" She paused, then asked, "Why?"

She recalled the sights she had seen during her travels through Inberia: the inhabitants who were stronger than humans, and the farmers who were more ferocious than magical beasts.

Although she knew that country was very strong, the fact that it could destroy the Slane Theocracy in three days was still beyond her imagination.

She suddenly understood why those two people were coming this way.

She followed.

Further away, Fluta was walking at a leisurely pace.

He heard the news too.

"The Slane Theocracy has been annexed? In just three days?"

He paused for a moment.

The Slane Theocracy, the people of the six great gods, is a powerful nation with a history spanning hundreds of years.

Although Fluder wasn't particularly fond of the so-called Six Great Gods, he still had to respect their strength.

It was gone in just three days?

He raised his head and looked eastward.

That Inbelia is probably much stronger than he imagined.