Kamen Rider Zi-O, Dimensional Descent

Ainz Ooal Gown quickly waved his hand, but there was actually another reason.

"I'm all bones, if I eat it, it'll just spill out!"

But no matter what, it was all the villagers' good intentions, and it would be too disrespectful not to eat it.

"Uh—actually, there are some religious customs in my hometown, which is that... we can't eat together when there are more than four people at a meal."

"Wow... I didn't know Mr. Feifei's hometown had such a custom!"

"That sounds like a bit troublesome, but since it's a religious custom, there's nothing we can do about it."

Seeing that everyone seemed to believe him, Ainz Ooal Gown breathed a sigh of relief. His fabricated story was actually quite effective.

Of course, Yan Ming and Woz both saw through it all, but neither of them said anything. Woz even sat there silently eating apple pie.

"Then, let's eat out first."

"Okay, just put the plate here in a bit!"

Ainz Ooal Gown and Narberal nodded and then went outside.

"Oh dear~ It's a bit of a shame that I can't have lunch with Nabe-chan!"

"Luclot, you... can you please stop making things difficult for these girls?"

"What are you talking about? I just enjoy all sorts of things... Oh, by the way, since Mr. Feifei isn't here, how about we have a brief chat about Mr. Yanming and Mr. Woz?"

In the blink of an eye, they've turned the tables on us.

Yan Ming and Woz exchanged a glance, but there was nothing they could do.

"I have a question! How long have Mr. Yan Ming and Mr. Woz known each other? And what kind of relationship do they have?"

"Actually, it wasn't that long..."

"That's right! My Demon King and I met at the very beginning of creation. Before the development of civilizations throughout history, we had a perfect master-servant relationship. From beginning to end, I have always existed as a loyal assistant to the king, someone who exists to help him rule the kingdom. This is our destiny!"

"...Ah, indeed."

Although Woz's string of words was somewhat incomprehensible to everyone, they still exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Ming knew very well that Woz was just exaggerating as usual.

"Although I may not understand some of what you're saying, I can tell that you two have a very good relationship!"

"So when did you meet? And what brought you together?"

Yan Ming then turned to ask the members of "The Black Sword" for their questions, and they all showed expressions of nostalgia.

"That's true... We became this guild in search of the four black swords once wielded by the Black Knight, one of the Thirteen Heroes."

"A guild formed with the goal of finding treasure...?"

"That's pretty much it. Finding the Black Sword is our greatest wish so far."

As the members of "The Black Sword" spoke, they pulled out a small black knife from their waists.

"...Then, it doesn't matter if the sword we find is a fake."

"For us, this is a symbol of our friendship; the purpose is completely unimportant!"

"That's right, but it would be great to find the real Black Sword, since it could fetch a lot of money!"

"Luclot, you shouldn't just be thinking about money, money, money."

"Haha, sorry..."

These people were engrossed in the joyful and lively atmosphere.

Yan Ming observed these people and could sense a deep friendship from their words and actions.

I had never experienced this before.

So... has Ainz Ooal Gown ever experienced such an atmosphere representing friendship?

Although he has many subordinates, does he really have any close friends like those in the "Black Sword" guild?

"...I'll be going out for a bit."

"Oh? Are you full already?"

Yan Ming nodded and walked directly outside.

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Ainz Ooal Gown and Narberal stood on a hill not far away.

There's no need to eat, and frankly, I can't eat anyway.

"Does Lord Ainz also dislike those noisy humans?"

The two gazed at the distant plains and villages, feeling the gentle breeze and the breath of nature.

Naberal couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"That's true. After all, they're like insects to humans. Just looking at them makes me feel uncomfortable, let alone eating with them..."

“That’s not true, Naberal.”

However, Ainz Ooal Gown denied the other party's conjecture.

"The reason I went out was simply because I was thinking about some things."

"Thinking about something...?"

What could possibly require the great and supreme being to ponder in this way?

Naberal found this hard to believe. In her view, her master was an invincible being who was omniscient and omnipotent, so there shouldn't be any other problems.

Are you troubled?

Another voice came from behind the two of them.

They turned around together and saw a young man with black hair and purple eyes walking up to them.

Shilun Yanming.

Upon hearing what the other person said, Naberal's expression immediately turned displeased.

"What are you talking about...? You're just a mere human, don't presume to guess the thoughts of the supreme being!"

“It’s alright, Naberal.”

Ainz Ooal Gown pressed his hand against the other person's shoulder.

"Lord Ainz...?"

"Please go and look after the hamster that's tied up at the entrance of the village, I beg you."

"...Understood."

Naberal nodded and leaped down in an instant.

Only Yan Ming and Ainz Ooal Gown remained on the hilltop.

"...You've come to see me, haven't you?"

Ainz Ooal Gown stood still.

Yan Ming walked directly to his side.

"Since I'm just sitting here all day anyway, I might as well chat with someone else."

Shall we chat about something...?

All sorts of thoughts flooded Ainz Ooal Gown's mind.

finally.

"...Then let's talk about me."

"That's what the King of the Undead said."

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Volume 3, OVERLORD: Chapter 45: Heart to Heart

Once upon a time.

There was a man who abandoned his entire life and became addicted to games.

They abandoned a life they were dissatisfied with and ignored all their realities.

He creates his second life through a virtual reality online game called YGGDRASIL.

"At the beginning, I was very weak."

That was when I was still in a situation where I was bullied by unknown players, before the guild called Nazarick was even established.

"I was constantly bullied by other players in YGGDRASIL because I was weak... Then one day, my future companions appeared."

"His name is Touch Me, and he's the one who saved me back then... He later became the strongest player in our guild."

"His personality is quite similar to yours now."

Does he have a personality that hates evil and will always help those in need?

Even without explicitly stating it, Yan Ming had already guessed it.

"After he saved us, we and a few other players formed a guild."

"As the number of players continued to expand, the relationships between players also improved, and even the guild's ranking became one of the top ranks in the entire YGGDRASIL."

That is, Ainz Ooal Gown.

The origin of Ainz Ooal Gown's name, the original name of the Great Tomb of Nazarick for those players.

Even without seeing his expression, you can tell from the feeling in Ainz Ooal Gown's voice that it was a very happy time.

"...But those times are not eternal."

Even YGGDRASIL is just an online game.

No matter what kind of game it is, there will always come a day when the game comes to an end, the popularity gradually declines, and the servers are shut down.

"As time went by, the number of players of Ainz Ooal Gown began to decrease... It's not that the players disappeared, but everyone had their own reasons, real-world reasons, other reasons, and so on, which I can understand."

"Then... on the day the servers shut down, I was the only one left."

That's why Ainz Ooal Gown is standing here.

The instant the YGGDRASIL server shut down, he and the Great Tomb of Nazarick were transported to this other world, and all the abilities, items, and identity he had acquired in the game became reality.

"The reason I want to make a name for myself as Ainz Ooal Gown is to see if there are any other players who have traveled to this world like me. If so, I might be able to attract them."

Ainz Ooal Gown has already noticed this.

"Actually, you... aren't a YGGDRASIL player at all, are you, Lord Yan Ming?"

When faced with Ainz Ooal Gown's question, Yan Ming did not simply answer yes.

"It doesn't really matter which world we come from; what matters is that we are all in this world together now."

Although it was all just speculation before, the questions that were actually asked were a different story.

Moreover, from an objective point of view, it is completely inappropriate to expose these things from one's past to others.

This is simply revealing your identity to people you don't know whether you can trust.

However, Ainz Ooal Gown was already starting to feel a bit tired.

They always have to put on a dignified facade, and they always have to consider this and that.

That's enough, isn't it?

Do you miss it?

Yan Ming turned his head slightly to look at the figure hidden under the armor.

"Do you really miss your past life so much?"

"...Of course I miss it."

At this moment, his tone was no longer the dignified, heavy, and magnetic one he usually spoke to.

It sounds like the voice of an ordinary young person.

"But what's the use of reminiscing? My old comrades will never come back. I'm left alone in the guild full of memories, waiting for the game to shut down. I can't communicate with my subordinates, and I can't tell anyone else."