Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 184 Demiurge's Explanation

Three days later.

For three whole days, the flying squirrel did not utter a single word to the dragons outside.

He sat on the throne of the kings, silently observing the enormous creatures that occupied the grasslands through a telescope.

One hundred dragons formed a large circle, completely enveloping Nazarick. They would occasionally change their posture, sometimes one or two would fly up and circle around, and sometimes a low dragon roar would echo in the night sky, but they did not take any further action.

No attack, no probing, no negotiation.

It's just stuck in traffic.

The flying squirrel tapped its fingers lightly on the armrest twice. It had been three days. The other party could clearly detect his magic, but had not cut off his intelligence source, allowing him to watch like this.

Is this because they're completely unconcerned about exposing intelligence? Or do they simply not care at all?

He was more inclined to believe the latter, because the other party hadn't revealed anything useful in the past three days.

Most of the dragons were dozing off, and when they did exchange a few words, it was always about trivial matters. The lead platinum dragon, in particular, kept its eyes closed and remained motionless, like a statue.

Flying Squirrel remained vigilant, observing the situation while using the three days to gain a better understanding of his own condition.

The magic and skills are still there, but using them is no longer as simple as clicking an icon. Instead, it has become an instinct, which requires readjustment. It's like having a new body, and you have to slowly explore the limits of each movement.

The same goes for items; those magical items that used to be activated with just a click now require manual activation and guidance.

Has the effect changed? Is the cooldown time still the same as before? We need to test these things.

He dared not test it openly, but could only secretly cast a few small spells in the deserted floors when the guardians were not paying attention, to feel that unfamiliar, real flow of magic.

Progress is slow, but at least something is being done.

He wasn't in a hurry. Nazarick was his home turf, and any dragons who knew about the guild's record wouldn't dare to make a move.

A combined attack of 1,500 players failed, and a hundred dragons? Not even enough for those guys on the eighth floor to warm up. If they dare to break in, the initiative is in his hands.

He's not in a hurry, but some people are.

Shalltear was the first to get restless.

"Lord Momonga," she said, standing below the throne, her long silver hair moving without wind, her scarlet eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Please allow me to fight. It's been three days, and those dragons are still swaggering around outside. When has Nazarick ever been besieged at the gates?"

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Cocytus did not speak, but all four of his hands were on the hilt of his sword, and the God-Slaying Blade Emperor trembled slightly in its sheath, emitting a low hum.

Aura gripped the whip, gritting her teeth, and said, "Lord Ainz, are we just going to keep watching like this?"

Mare whispered behind her, "Sister—Lord Ainz must have his reasons—"

Aura turned and glared at her younger brother: "Of course I know Lord Ainz has considered this! I'm just—I'm just so frustrated!"

Even the usually composed Sebastian frowned slightly.

Demiurge didn't say anything, but stood in the shadows, his eyes slightly narrowed behind his glasses.

Albedo stood to the side of the throne, simply looking at Ainz Ooal Gown without saying a word.

Flying Squirrel knew they were all waiting for his command.

In a game, he would have led his guild members out to fight his way out long ago. He had already repelled a coalition of 1,500 people, so why would he be afraid of a hundred dragons?

But things are different now. He stood up, ready to explain the situation to the guardians, about the uncertainty of the resurrection mechanism, and the reasons why they cannot start a war rashly.

Having arrived in a completely new environment, Airsquito has yet to determine a crucial game mechanic.

That's the resurrection mechanism in the game.

He was unsure how the resurrection mechanism in the game would change here.

In a game, when a player like him dies, his level drops and he randomly drops items, while an NPC like a guardian would require a lot of gold to revive after death.

But here, he couldn't be sure if these resurrection mechanisms had changed.

He didn't conduct this experiment during those three days. After all, he couldn't very well kill the Guardians or even commit suicide to verify this situation. But if he didn't verify the resurrection mechanism, he absolutely couldn't recklessly send the Guardians out to fight.

After all, if there's no way to be resurrected after death, then it's too late to regret anything.

He looked at Shalltear, who had volunteered for battle again, coughed twice, and wanted to explain the situation to her.

However, before he could speak, Demiurge made his move.

He emerged from the shadows, standing in the center of the hall, facing the other guardians. "Have you still not grasped Lord Momonga's deeper meaning?"

Shalltear was taken aback: "A deeper meaning?"

Aura and Mare exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously. Cocytus loosened his grip on his sword, waiting for Demiurge to continue. Even Albedo turned her head slightly to look at the demon.

The flying squirrel was also stunned. A deeper meaning? What deeper meaning? What was he about to say?

Demiurge turned around and bowed slightly to Ainz: "Lord Ainz, please allow me to explain your intentions to everyone."

Momonga was silent for a moment, the red light in his eyes flickering uncertainly, and then he said in that authoritative, unquestionable tone that he had practiced for a long time: "I didn't expect you to see through my intentions. As expected of you, Demiurge."

Demiurge smiled, a white light reflecting off his glasses: "I only understood one ten-thousandth of Lord Ainz's intentions. Lord Ainz's wisdom is higher than mountains and deeper than the sea."

The flying squirrel's passive skill of forced calmness activated instantly. His skull face showed no expression, but the red light in his eye sockets flickered noticeably a few times.

He silently told himself: Calm down, calm down, this is just flattery, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously.

Then he nodded and said in a more authoritative voice, "Permission granted."

Demiurge turned to face the other Guardians. His expression turned serious, and his voice was steady and forceful: "Lord Ainz said before that he would leave it alone, did you really mean that?"

Shalltear frowned: "Isn't that so?"

"Of course not." Demiurge pushed up his glasses. "Lord Ainz has already seen through the true nature of those hundred dragons. They are not important. With Lord Ainz's power, he can easily deal with them with a flick of his finger. Therefore, he doesn't need to pay any attention to them at all."

Aura's eyes lit up: "Is Lord Ainz Ooal Gown that strong?"

Demiurge smiled: "Lord Ainz's power far exceeds our imagination. Those mere hundred dragons are nothing but a trivial matter. Lord Ainz doesn't take action because he simply disdains to."

He then looked at Momonga and said, "Lord Momonga, am I correct in my understanding?"

Momonga paused for a second. What could he say? "No, actually I'm just afraid you won't be able to revive if you die"? Or should he say, "I haven't even figured out my own magic yet, how dare I let you go out and fight"?

he can not.

He could only let the red light in his eyes flicker briefly before slowly nodding: "Just as Demiurge said. Those mere hundred dragons are nothing to me."

Shalltear, Aura, and Mare's eyes lit up instantly, their gazes towards Ainz Ooal Gown practically overflowing with adoration.

"As expected of Lord Momonga!" Shalltear blurted out.

Aura grabbed Mare's hand: "I knew it! Lord Ainz was definitely confident!"

Cocytus murmured in admiration, "Lord Momonga's power is indeed unfathomable."

The flying squirrel screamed inwardly: Stop talking! There's really no such thing!

Demiurge continued, "Lord Ainz Ooal Gown disdained to handle this personally, but he wasn't ignoring it; on the contrary, he entrusted it to us."

He glanced around and said, "Lord Momonga said to observe first and not act rashly." Have you seriously considered the true meaning of those words?

Shalltear paused for a moment.

"Gather intelligence," Demiurge said, emphasizing each word. "The enemy is in the open, while we are in the shadows. We must use this advantage to uncover all their intelligence before annihilating them in one fell swoop."

He glanced at Shalltear: "Shalltear, you've been so busy shouting for war for three days, you probably haven't even figured out the specifics of the other side yet."

Shalltear's face flushed red. She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but realized that she really hadn't thought about these things.

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible, "Lord Momonga, I—I have failed your expectations."

The flying squirrel waved its hand and said gently, "It's alright, it's not too late to think about it now."

Shalltear lowered her head even further.

Demiurge then looked at Aura, Mare, and Cocytus. "And you? Have you studied the enemy these past three days?"

Yaula quickly replied, "Yes! I've observed their flight paths and positions; there are at least two or three different formations."

Cocytus nodded in agreement: "I've noticed the differences in their scale thickness and size. Some are clearly melee fighters, while others are more inclined towards spellcasting."

Mare added in a low voice, "I—I've recorded their activity patterns. They rest most of the time and take turns every four hours."

Demiurge nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. But not enough."

His voice turned serious: "Lord Ainz Ooal Gown doesn't intend to take action this time. Whether we can deal with those hundred dragons depends entirely on our performance. We represent Nazarick and Lord Ainz Ooal Gown's reputation, and we absolutely cannot lose face."

Yaura straightened his back: "Understood!"

Mare nodded vigorously.

Cocytus placed his hand back on the hilt of his sword, his compound eyes flashing with fighting spirit: "I will not fail you."

Demiurge turned to Ainz and bowed deeply: "Lord Ainz, was my explanation accurate enough?"

The flying squirrel stared at the demon, remaining silent for three seconds. He wanted to say: You didn't guess a single thing about me correctly.

But he couldn't say.

He could only nod and say in the authoritative tone he had practiced countless times, "As expected of Demiurge, you accurately guessed my intention."

Demiurge lowered his head humbly: "I have only guessed one ten-thousandth of Lord Ainz's thoughts with my meager wisdom. I do not deserve such praise."

The flying squirrel thought to itself: Please, stop talking. The more you talk, the less I know how to end this.

He stood up and scanned the guards in the hall, their eyes burning with intensity.

"Prepare for war actively," he said in a deep voice. "Gather intelligence, wait for the right opportunity. Those hundred dragons—" He paused, the red light in his eyes flickering slightly, "are just the beginning."

The guardians responded in unison, "Yes, Lord Momonga!"

The flying squirrel returned to the throne of the kings.

He looked closely at the platinum dragon in the telescopic mirror. The dragon's eyes were still closed, and it remained motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

Flying Squirrel didn't know which step to take next.

If only my companions were still here at this moment, they would know what to do next.

The flying squirrel was lost in its memories.

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