Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 182: The Situation Is Very Different

Sebastian began his narration.

He stood ramrod straight, his voice steady, every word exuding the professionalism and composure of a butler.

"Lord Ainz, the land within a one-kilometer radius of Nazarick is all grassland terrain."

The flying squirrel paused for a moment: "Isn't it a swamp?"

"No," Sebastian answered firmly.

The flying squirrel didn't say anything more, but its mind was racing.

In the game, the environment around the Great Tomb of Nazarick is indeed a swamp, dark, damp, and full of poisonous miasma, where some high-level monsters will naturally spawn.

If players don't teleport directly in through the guild ring, the monsters on the outer perimeter alone will be enough to give them a hard time.

It has now turned into grassland—meaning they have been moved to another place.

"Any other discoveries?" the flying squirrel asked. "Did you find any living creatures? Preferably intelligent ones, the kind that can be questioned."

Sebastian nodded slightly: "Yes, I encountered it shortly after I left."

The flying squirrel was overjoyed.

"Who is this person?"

Sebastian's tone became somewhat subtle: "The other side—is a dragon."

Dragons? They are a fairly powerful species in the game.

However, no player can choose the Dragon race in the game; at most, they can choose Dragonkin or Dragonborn, who have dragon blood.

Looks like he's not a player.

No, it could also be a player's mount or pet.

He remembered that Mare had two dragons he had obtained from gacha pulls. If NPCs could come back to life, then so could the dragons.

So, is it possible that a player sent their pet to scout ahead?

The flying squirrel ran its hand along its smooth, bony jaw: "What did he say?"

"He said—" Sebastian paused, "he didn't want to talk to me and told me to let my real master speak."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shalltear was the first to explode.

"A mere dragon dares to speak disrespectfully to Nazarick? Don't want to communicate? Send Lord Ainz Ooal Gown out himself? What makes you think you're worthy!"

Her voice was shrill, and a dangerous smile curved her lips: "Lord Momonga, please allow me to go out and tear him to pieces."

Cocytus stepped forward, his hand already on the hilt of the God-Slaying Blade Emperor: "Your subordinate is willing to go along."

Although Aura and Mare did not speak, one had already gripped the whip tightly, and the other quietly raised his staff.

Even Demiurge's ever-present smile vanished, replaced by a chilling gloom. His fingers tapped rhythmically on his arm, his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.

The most outrageous was Albedo. She was emanating black energy from her entire body, literally black energy, and her stunningly beautiful face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

"You dare send Lord Ainz Ooal Gown out in person? Very well." She said softly, her voice so gentle it sent chills down one's spine. "Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, please allow me to bring that arrogant fool back and make him pay for his ignorance."

Flying Squirrel: "————"

He has a headache.

It's a real headache.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

The dragon that Sebas encountered was most likely sent by a player, and that player had some knowledge of Nazarick, which is why it didn't want to talk to the "NPC" and wanted to go directly to its "master".

That's normal. In a game, which player would waste time talking to an NPC? If there's something to discuss, they'd just talk to another player directly.

That's what the flying squirrel was thinking.

It's likely that other players have also encountered similar strange events, leading their game guilds to a new environment where all the NPCs have become real.

This player took the initiative to come to him wanting to ask about the situation, but didn't want to chat with the NPC; instead, he wanted to talk to him directly.

But the problem now is that the guardians don't think that way.

In their eyes, Ainz is the supreme ruler, the master of Nazarick. Anyone who dares to say "Bring your master out" is showing blatant contempt, both for them and for Ainz.

Momonga understands the Guardian's anger, but he cares more about something else.

How did the other party determine that Sebastian was an NPC?

No matter how detailed the NPCs in a game are, they are still different from real people, but this is no longer a game.

These guardians came to life, able to speak, think, and have emotions, almost indistinguishable from real people. If it weren't for prior knowledge, even Ainz Ooal Gown himself might not have been able to tell them apart.

But they did it.

Moreover, the other party did not show up themselves, but sent their pet dragon to ask questions. To put it nicely, it was cautious; to put it bluntly, it was cowardly.

However, Ainz could understand. If it were him, he wouldn't be the first to show himself in an unfamiliar environment. Sending a scavenger to scout ahead was the normal procedure.

This attitude, however, is indeed quite unpleasant.

He raised his hand to stop the group of guardians who were about to go berserk.

"Sebastian, continue."

Sebastian responded and continued his report.

"The enemy has a total of one hundred dragons. Each one possesses a powerful aura, and I judge that they should be no weaker than me."

This time, even the flying squirrel was stunned.

One hundred? And they're no weaker than Sebastian?

Sebastian is a level 100 guardian.

That's the combined strength of a hundred level 100 Guardians. The last time such a force appeared was when a coalition of 1500 players attacked Nazarick.

The guardians' expressions changed completely.

Shalltear's fervor turned into vigilance, Cocytus loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword slightly, and Demiurge put on a smile again, but with a hint of seriousness in it.

"Are they going to attack Nazarick?" Yaura asked, her voice trembling with tension.

"No," Sebastian shook his head. "Their attitude—it's more like a warning."

"What warning?"

"Do not disrupt the peace of this world," Sebastian repeated, emphasizing each word. "Otherwise, you will face the consequences."

The throne room fell silent once more.

arrogant.

This was the only thought in the minds of all the guardians.

But the flying squirrel had more in mind.

One hundred dragons comparable to Sebastian is an outrageous number. There are indeed guilds in the game that specialize in collecting dragons, but this is not a lineup that ordinary players can put together.

Even in YGGDRASIL, there are only a handful of guilds that specialize in playing with dragons, and they couldn't possibly produce so many top-tier dragons all at once.

Unless it's a joint effort by multiple guilds.

Or perhaps—these dragons weren't brought by the players.

Sebastian said "this world," and Momonga keenly grasped this detail.

If these dragons didn't come from a game, but actually existed in this world—

That makes things complicated.

That's possible, but unfortunately, we don't have enough information to make a judgment at the moment.

But the flying squirrel didn't dwell on this issue for too long.

One thing he was certain of was that no matter what those dragons were, and no matter whether they would actually attack, as long as their strength did not exceed that of a level 100 player, Nazarick could withstand them.

Back then, even a combined attack of 1500 players couldn't breach Nazarick. A hundred dragons? Those guys on the eighth floor could easily devour a hundred of them.

The only problem is that activating the eighth layer of defense requires a lot of money, and in the real world, there is no way to spend real money; those gold coins are becoming increasingly rare.

He can't afford to spend money on in-game purchases now; he has to save money wherever possible.

"Lord Ainz Ooal Gown." Shalltear's voice interrupted his thoughts, "I am willing to go into battle. A hundred dragons are nothing; I can handle them all by myself. If I fail, I'll bring you my head."

"I am also willing to go," Cocytus said in a deep voice. "Let them take back those words of contempt for Nazarick."

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket?" Albedo gave them a cold glance. "Can't you see that Lord Ainz is thinking?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but the chilling pressure she exuded silenced everyone.

"Indeed," Demiurge spoke up, "Please be quiet, everyone, and listen attentively to Lord Ainz's teachings."

As a result, everyone's attention was focused on the flying squirrel.

Those eyes held fighting spirit, expectation, fervor, and admiration.

Flying Squirrel: "————"

Am I thinking? Oh, I am thinking. But I haven't come up with anything. What do you want me to say?

But the guardians didn't think so. In their eyes, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown's silence must mean he was plotting something earth-shattering, and now he was finally going to announce it.

He glanced at Albedo's cloyingly affectionate eyes, then at Demiurge's "everything is under Ainz Ooal Gown's control" expression, and finally at the other Guardians' expectant gazes.

Flying Squirrel could feel the expectant light pricking him like needles. He knew that if he didn't say something, he wouldn't get through the day.

He cleared his throat.

A crimson light flickered faintly in the skull's empty eye sockets.

Then, in that authoritative, unquestionable tone he had practiced for a long time, he said four words: "Leave it alone!"

The arena fell silent for a moment.

Shalltear was stunned. "Just... just leave it alone?" She blinked.

Cocytus loosened his grip on the hilt, then tightened it again, then loosened it again.

Aura opened her mouth as if to say something, but Mare stopped her.

Demiurge nodded thoughtfully and said, "I see. Lord Ainz is indeed far-sighted."

Flying Squirrel: What have you figured out now?

Albedo smiled gently: "Everything is just as Lord Ainz Ooal Gown predicted."

Flying Squirrel: How come I didn't know?