Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 131: Mass Distribution of Equipment, [Griffin Emperor's Claw]

Watching Leylin's finger lightly point and the entire Orc King's palace instantly evaporate into a deep pit, the king's mind went blank for a moment.

He just stood there, mouth agape, staring at the still-smoking giant crater in the distance, not coming to his senses for a long time.

When he finally came to his senses, only one thought remained in his mind: "My son has become a god."

Is he a god who can flatten a city with a single finger?

Is he some kind of god who can transform an entire army with just one rain shower?

"Father." Leylin's voice pulled him back from his daze. "Don't worry, I'm really fine. This power is the result of my own hard work. Just accept this boost. From now on, Inbelia will only get stronger and stronger."

The king opened his mouth, but in the end he just nodded.

What could he possibly say?

His son has become successful, a million times better than his father. What can he say?

If my son says it's nothing, then it's nothing.

At that moment, Leylin suddenly waved his hand.

Splash—

A pile of things appeared out of thin air, stacked on the ground, making a dull metallic clanging sound.

That was a pile of equipment.

Armor, swords, shields, longbows, boots, and bracers were all neatly arranged, gleaming coldly and reflecting a chilling metallic sheen in the sunlight.

You can feel the faint magical fluctuations flowing through any of the items you pick up.

The soldiers' eyes widened instantly.

Although they weren't expert appraisers, they could still spot good items. Any one of these pieces of equipment would be more than ten times better than what they were currently wearing.

"These are things I do when I have nothing else to do," Leylin said with a smile. "They're perfect for changing the uniforms for our troops."

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He spoke of it casually, as if it were just a pile of farm tools he'd casually made.

But in reality, all of this equipment is of [Superior] quality.

These were his previous stockpiled products, which he had planned to distribute gradually, but now they came in handy.

Paired with this army whose average level has soared to around level 30, it's a perfect match.

"What are you all standing there for?" Leylin looked at the soldiers who were standing there dumbfounded. "Try them on."

The soldiers then realized what was happening and swarmed forward.

The process of changing equipment was as lively as Chinese New Year.

Some people received new armor and immediately put it on, walking around with their chests puffed out; some received new swords and brandished them a few times, their eyes shining brightly; and some held onto their new shields tightly, as if they were precious treasures.

"This knife—it's three times heavier than mine, but why does it feel so much easier to wield?"

"This armor feels so light it's like you're not wearing anything, but you can tell by touching it—it's hard!"

"This bow—I can't draw it! Wait, let me try again—it's open! I can actually draw this kind of bow!"

Ares also changed into a brand new set of armor, stretched his limbs, and showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Your Highness, this equipment—is far superior to my old set."

Lei Lin waved his hand: "If you like it, that's good."

After everyone had changed, Leylin waved his hand again.

This time, what they pulled out was a pile of golden things.

There were dozens of golden gauntlets, designed exactly like the national treasure, the Griffin King's Claw, in the king's hand. They were neatly stacked on the ground, a dazzling expanse of gold that made one dizzy.

The king's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"This...you made this too?"

Leylin nodded: "Yes, it's a replica. I call it the 'New Griffin King's Claw.' Although it's not as good as the original you have, it's not far off."

He spoke very modestly.

In fact, these "pirated" versions perform better than the originals.

But there's no need to talk about that.

Leylin pushed the pile of gauntlets forward: "I didn't make too many of these, not enough for everyone. You can distribute them to your capable people first."

The king numbly accepted the pile of golden gauntlets, unsure of what to say.

national treasure.

The Griffin King's Claw in his hand is a national treasure passed down from the founding of Inbelia; there's only one like it every few hundred years.

But his son did something else, producing a whole bunch of things.

This isn't a counterfeit; it's clearly mass-produced.

"There's one last thing," Leylin said.

He took out another item from his personal storage space.

It's still a golden gauntlet, but the design is much more exquisite than the previous ones. The patterns on it are more intricate, and a faint spiritual light flows around it. Just by looking at it, you can feel the powerful force it contains.

It's not in the same league as those "counterfeit products".

"This is the [Griffin Emperor's Claw]," Leylin said, handing it over. "It's an upgraded version of the [Griffin King's Claw]. You'll use this from now on."

If any players are present, they can use a detection spell to scan the area and discover that the gauntlet's grade is—[Legendary].

The genuine national treasure in the king's hand was only a [Intermediate] item.

The difference is obvious.

The king took it; it felt heavy in his hand.

A warm energy emanated from the gauntlet, subtly resonating with the magic within him. He could sense that this gauntlet was many times stronger than the national treasure he already possessed.

He looked at the new one in his hand, then at the old one, and for a moment he didn't know what to do with the old one.

Seeing his hesitation, Lei Lin smiled and said, "You can keep them all. They won't get in the way. Just consider them souvenirs."

king:

Fine.

"Alright." Leylin clapped his hands. "I've finished my business, time to go."

The king was taken aback: "Go? Where to?"

"There are a few more places I need to visit," Leylin said. "I promised to make humanity stronger. Things are all settled in the capital. Now it's time to go to other places. I'll go take a look around and come back right away."

He spoke of it casually, as if he were just going out for a walk.

The king opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Leylin glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

"Father, take care."

After saying that, he took off into the air.

A white cloud drifted in from afar, caught him steadily, and carried him to the horizon.

Sunlight shone on him, gilding his silhouette with a golden hue.

The king looked up, watching the cloud fly further and further away until it became a dot and disappeared into the distance.

The wind blew from afar, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder from the battlefield, as well as the acrid smell wafting from the direction of the giant crater.

The king withdrew his gaze.

He glanced at the soldiers around him who were still excitedly examining their new equipment, then at the huge, still-smoking crater in the distance, and finally at the brand-new, gleaming gold gauntlets in his hands.

Suddenly, I had a feeling that it wasn't real.

So much happened that day.

From the siege to the slaying of the general, to the high shaman's self-destruction, to the gray-robed powerhouse's massacre of the city, to the appearance of the few, to that light rain, to the destruction of the city with a single finger, to these piles of equipment—

Everything happened so fast, it felt like a dream.

"Your Majesty," Ares leaned closer and whispered, "Has His Highness—truly become a god?"

The king remained silent for a long time.

He recalled Leylin's words earlier—"This power is the result of my hard work."

Work hard.

If becoming a god could truly be achieved through "effort," then the path Leylin walked must have been far more difficult than he imagined.

But he didn't ask.

Some things don't need to be asked too clearly.

The king patted Ares on the shoulder, his voice calm: "Whether he becomes a god or not, he's my son, that's enough."

Ares nodded thoughtfully.

Sunlight streamed down, shining on the group of soldiers who had been equipped with new gear and whose strength had increased dramatically, and also on the still-smoking giant crater.

In the distance, wisps of smoke occasionally rise from the ruins.

It all felt like a dream.

But the new equipment, the giant crater, and the surging power within them all reminded them that this was not a dream.