Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 116: A bounty of rank-based magic, a red dragon, and a dragon egg.

After using [Mental Domination] to control Benjeri, Leylin didn't rush to do anything else. He made him confess everything he could.

Benjer now has vacant eyes, a respectful attitude, and answers only when asked, like a walking filing cabinet.

Leylin first inquired about the situation of the [Body of the Abyss].

This organization is well-hidden, with few members, but each one is a powerful undead. Besides Benjeri, there are several others of his rank.

Leylin noted down this information and had a clear understanding of the situation.

Then he had Benjerry demonstrate all the magic he knew.

Benjer stood on the open ground of the temporary base and began casting spells one after another: summoning the undead, cursing possession, entangling with death energy, piercing with bone spears, one after another, like a magic show.

Lei Lin would stand aside and watch, learning one lesson after another.

Grote watched from the side, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets—if he had any.

He'd lived for hundreds of years and never seen anyone learn magic like this. He could learn it after just one glance? Without even chanting incantations? What kind of talent is this? What kind of skill is this?

What he didn't know was that Leylin's mental strength was now ridiculously strong, and with the memories of "himself" in the shared space as a foundation, learning a spell below the eighth rank was indeed almost like watching a video replay.

Benjer revealed all his hidden skills, casting his last spell and then standing still to wait.

Leylin nodded: "The highest rank is the eighth, and most of them are undead, but that's enough."

He was genuinely satisfied.

Although if he were to actually make a move now, a casual punch or a [Monarch's Flame] might be more powerful than these eighth-tier spells, after all, he has already fused with the power of the shared space so many times that his foundation is incredibly strong.

But while it may be powerful, functionality is another matter entirely. The strength of rank-based magic lies in its "comprehensiveness".

Want to resurrect the dead? There are rank-based magic spells.

Want to be teleported thousands of miles away? You have rank-based magic.

Want to cause amnesia, hypnosis, or mind control? There are still rank-based magic options.

This system originally came from the game, and it was probably designed to allow players to do anything and enhance the experience.

Leylin had been so focused on improving his combat power that he neglected to accumulate experience in this area.

Now, having learned a lesson from Benjer, I've finally filled in the gaps in my knowledge.

"Alright, I'll take these." Leylin looked at Benjer. "I have a job for you now."

Benjer's eyes were vacant, but his attitude was respectful: "Master, please give your orders."

"Doesn't your organization have a few undead of your rank?" Leylin said. "Take my men back and invite them over as well."

Benjer nodded: "Understood, Master."

Leylin waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Benjer turned and walked out. Several figures in gray robes with golden eyes stood at the door, including Number 2, Number 5, and a few others who had never appeared before, and quietly followed him.

Leylin watched them leave, feeling quite relieved. What's this called? This is called luring the snake out of its hole and then letting it lead the way back on its own.

The remaining few, those with the Abyss Body, probably never dreamed that their companions who went out for a stroll would return as someone else's "guides."

and many more.

Leylin suddenly remembered something.

Tasks 2 and 5 are complete, and Benjer's side is also arranged. What about task 6?

Didn't he send Number 6 to capture the fire dragon and the dragon egg? Several days have passed, why is there still no sign of anything?

Leylin frowned and contacted Number 6 through the bloodline connection of the [Blood Ties]: "Hey, Number 6, where are you? Taking so long to catch a dragon?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communication, and then a stream of consciousness surged through—it was the "image" transmitted back by Number 6 via mental link.

After receiving this message, Lei Lin fell silent.

The scene looks like this:

A smoke-filled active volcano, at the foot of which lay four unconscious red dragons, some large and some small, lying haphazardly like a pile of firewood.

Next to it was a large pile of dragon eggs, about twenty or thirty, neatly arranged like a market stall. Around the perimeter, a large group of bipedal fire dragons, at least a hundred, were densely packed together, each with its neck tucked in and its head buried in its wings, like frightened ostriches, their postures perfectly uniform.

Number 6 stood amidst this pile of "trophies," his tall frame motionless, staring blankly into the air.

Lei Lin understood the core message conveyed by Number 6: the goods had been captured, but they couldn't be moved back.

Leylin couldn't help but facepalm. He told Number 6 to "catch a few fire dragons and bring back a few dragon eggs."

But Number 6's understanding was: wipe out this whole nest of dragons.

From an execution perspective, this is indeed flawless. However, it exceeded expectations, perhaps even excessively.

The problem is, how is he going to move all this stuff?

Leylin sighed and said via magical communication, "Alright, you wait here, I'm coming."

The Blood Ties can sense the bloodline of those who share the same origin as him. Leylin immediately locked onto the location of number 6, activated his magic, and the teleportation array beneath his feet lit up.

In the blink of an eye, he had moved from his comfortable temporary base to the side of a steaming volcano.

A strong smell of sulfur filled the air, and the air was so hot it could scald an ordinary person. Not far away, the active volcano was spewing lava, and the bright red lava flowed down the mountain like an orange-red waterfall.

Leylin glanced at it and couldn't help but stare at it for a few more seconds.

In his previous life, he had only seen active volcanoes in videos and pictures. Looking at them through a screen, he thought they were nothing special. But now, standing in front of them, especially knowing that he wouldn't die even if lava was poured on his head, the feeling was completely different.

Spectacular.

It's truly spectacular.

He was admiring the scenery when the group of bipedal fire dragons lying on the ground next to him noticed something was wrong.

They had been hiding their heads like ostriches, but now they were peeking up and seeing what they had just submitted to.

Suddenly, a human appeared beside the "King".

An ordinary-looking human being, without any intimidating presence.

The bipedal fire dragons paused for a moment, then began to roar.

They were calling out something like, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, there's a human next to you! Do you need help taking him down? Your Majesty, can you see him? Why aren't you moving?"

The idea was good, and the loyalty was also there.

Unfortunately, bird number 6 ignored them.

Leylin's head was throbbing from the noise. He frowned and said, "Number 6, tell them to shut up. It's too noisy."

Number 6 heard the order and began to carry it out, opening his mouth directly.

roar-!!!

That was no ordinary roar; it was the sound of a dragon and an elephant, carrying the innate might of a dragon and the power of the wild. The sound was so loud that it created visible ripples in the air.

Dozens of two-legged fire dragons that were lying close by were instantly overturned by the roar, tumbling several times like leaves scattered by the wind.

Those that weren't affected quickly tucked their heads back under their wings, their bodies trembling like leaves.

The entire room fell silent.

Leylin picked at his ear: "Your voice is louder than all of them combined. Only I could do that. If an ordinary person were standing here, you would have sent them flying with that shout."

Number 6 shut his mouth and stood quietly, like a big dog that knew it had made a small mistake but didn't know what it was.

Leylin didn't say anything more and walked straight to the pile of dragon eggs.

There were twenty or thirty of them, and they were all quite large. The largest one was almost half a person tall, and flame-like patterns could be vaguely seen on its shell. It emitted a warm magical energy fluctuation.

He waved his hand, and all the dragon eggs disappeared instantly, stored in his personal space.

His innate ability, [Portable Space], has been upgraded multiple times and can now hold living things, provided that the other party does not resist at all. Putting an egg in it is of course no problem, since eggs don't move.

After collecting the eggs, he walked to the edge of those large pits.

The pits were created by number 6. In each pit lay a red dragon lying unconscious. The largest one was estimated to be over thirty meters long, and the smallest was over ten meters long. Its scales were crimson, and even in its unconscious state, it exuded a sense of oppression.

Leylin waved his hand again, and the unconscious red dragons were also taken into his spatial dimension.

In their current state, they are practically dead, so naturally they won't resist.

After collecting these large creatures, Leylin turned to look at the group of bipedal fire dragons, hundreds of them, of varying sizes, all huddled on the ground like ostriches.

The problem is, they didn't get dizzy.

This is a bit troublesome.

To put living beings into a personal space, the other party must not resist at all. These bipedal fire dragons dare not move now, but once they realize that they are about to be captured and put into an unknown space, will they instinctively struggle?

If they struggle, just like trying to catch Pokémon with a Poké Ball, they'll break free, and the attempt to capture them will fail.

Leylin stroked his chin, lost in thought.

or----

Knock them all out before pretending?