Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 568 What is it like to be executed on the spot?
"I've considered many possibilities, but I never expected that my number one enemy would be you."

Suzuki Satoru's voice carried an indescribable emotion. Although the skull face couldn't make any expressions, one could still sense a hint of sadness.

After leaving the domain jointly created by the "Witch of Deception" and the "Witch of Greed," he recalled his entire experience of landing on the floating island.

"The Lustful Witch" Camilla is just a small appetizer; the real challenges lie ahead. Some unseen force has everyone trapped, and any attempt to leave will reset time to the moment before the action.

When he realized he was trapped, there was no way to retreat. His original plan to find an opportunity to escape and let the main force draw fire completely failed, and he could only move forward with the main force.

People around them kept being eliminated, either because of the bizarre mechanics or because they were covering the retreat of others. Sebastian, Cocytus, Shalltear, Aura, Mare... Their plan to save the other two Guardians ended in complete annihilation.

Until the very end, only he remained, stepping into the final checkpoint and being enveloped in an illusion.

"I must say, you've disguised yourself very well. You're always doing nothing from morning till night, or you're indulging in beautiful women. Even though I had some doubts in my heart, I never suspected you..."

"This incident was also a setup to hunt down the Great Tomb of Nazarick, wasn't it? Thanks to you, the Great Tomb is truly going to be wiped out this time."

Lu Ke looked at Suzuki Satoru with a strange expression, and after a long while shook his head with a smile, "With your imagination, it's a waste that you're not writing novels."

"What, are you suggesting there are other possibilities?"

Suzuki Satoru gripped the "Saint-Slayer Spear" tightly, scanning the idle youth with suspicion, and asked with a last glimmer of hope:
"Then answer me, where is Demiurge now?"

"Uh... they've been skinned by my men and have become raw materials for the Demon Ranch. And they're of pretty high quality."

Where is Albedo?

"This... is probably someone I've turned against me, whose every emotion is now under my control, making them my vassal?"

Lu Ke answered Suzuki Satoru's question honestly, without hiding anything.

"Then there's nothing more to say!"

Suzuki Satoru pointed his spear at Luke.

The most top-tier world-class item, known as one of the "Twenty," is the "Saint-Slaying Spear." This seemingly ordinary spear can forcibly delete a character, but the cost is that the user will also be deleted by the spear.
Luke remained calm, watching the gun tip pointing at him with interest. "You should know the price of this item, right? Do you really want to use it?"

Suzuki Satoru's tone turned sharp: "So, you're also a YGGDRASIL player. I still can't remember which major guild in the game is called 'El', and which one has recently grown into a major guild?"

"No, we're just an adventurer team on a team-building trip to another world. Destroying the Great Tomb of Nazarick was just a side job."

"At a time like this, why are you still hiding it from me?" Suzuki Satoru said, expressing his incomprehension.

These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth!
Lu Ke smiled nonchalantly: "Don't be fooled by appearances. Sometimes what seems fake is actually true, like what I'm saying now."

He changed the subject, a slight smile playing on his lips: "And sometimes, things you're sure you can do, you find you can't actually do them when you actually try..."

"For example, would you dare to use this gun?"

Are you trying to provoke me?

Suzuki Satoru's body trembled almost imperceptibly, his voice rose, revealing his anger: "With all my guardians dealt with by you, what makes you think I wouldn't dare use this gun!?"

“In the end, they are just NPCs created by your guildmates. It’s not worth wasting your life on them,” Lu Ke analyzed him logically and patiently. “Even your forty guildmates are just ordinary friends who have played the game together for a while. They are online friends who have never even met in real life, let alone those NPCs.”

"My guildmates are people who have worked hard and laughed with me, and the guardians are not just data. From the moment they came into this world and had life, they were not NPCs, but family members who valued me very much!"

Suzuki Satoru's tone became excited, only calming down again when a green light appeared.

"I see. Are you the kind of person who would give their life for someone who's even slightly nice to you? Aren't you a little too desperate for love?"

Lu Ke silently complained, then kindly offered advice: "Your original world puts a lot of pressure on your emotions. Try talking to Subaru Natsuki about your condition. He used to be like that too, but he's fine now."

"Now that you have harmed all the guardians, there is no turning back. I will 'delete' you!"

Suzuki Satoru seemed to think that the conversation could not continue, and angrily made a declaration.

Lu Ke's smile deepened, and he spread out his right hand, gesturing for others to use it: "Since you've said so, then use it. Use it as much as you like."

Use it if you want, I'm not afraid of you!

With a slight tremor, Suzuki Satoru's skeleton raised the "Saint-Slayer Spear," silently chanting "Use." The blood-stained tip of the spear glowed, and an immense sense of fear washed over him.

A bright white light shone forth, enveloping the space.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

When the white light dissipated, the two people who were still standing in the same spot were revealed.

"What's wrong? Is your gun malfunctioning?"

As Suzuki Satoru listened to the teasing and mocking laughter coming from beside him, his heart sank deeper and deeper.

The item failed to be used, not because of interference from Luke, but because "he" stopped thinking about it a second before activating it. The moment before danger struck, the crisis of death made him fall into "forced calm" again.

This "forced calming" was quite unusual. It wasn't just about anchoring emotions and stopping as usual. Instead, Suzuki Satoru felt his body and mind becoming numb at an extremely rapid pace.

The part of the soul that had been dormant like stagnant water was activated at the moment of life and death. Holding the idea that it would never allow this body to die, it went against his will and accelerated the process of erosion.

The body of the "Dominator of Death," a highest-ranking undead, is experiencing a resurgence of certain instincts.

It was only then that Suzuki Satoru realized something was wrong. He had vaguely sensed it before, but because the cold and ruthless part of his soul had remained unmoved, he thought the assimilation process would be prolonged...

No, in reality, it will probably be stretched out for a very long time, but his current situation has caused his mind to fluctuate violently, even leading him to have thoughts of death, which has threatened and agitated that part of his soul.

Oh no... Will I really become the "King of the Undead" instead of a callous monster, a mindless being?
"Momo, do you remember what I said before?"

Just as he was anxiously and helplessly lost in silence, Lu Ke's calm voice rang in his ears.

“A name is a very important thing. It’s not just what others call you, but also a symbol, a mark. Only when you think you are who you truly are can you truly be who you are.”

Lu Ke stood quietly to the side, watching the skeletal body before him grow increasingly sinister:
"Are you Suzuki Satoru, an office worker living in the 22nd century? Are you Momonga, the player from the Great Tomb of Nazarick? Are you Ainz Ooal Gown, who was reincarnated as the 'Undead Ruler'? Or are you the adventurer hero Momon?"

"What's the point of asking... this?"

Suzuki Satoru's tone was somewhat hesitant and numb, but the eerie blue flames in his eyes began to flicker. He had many identities and a wealth of experience.

The hardships of being exploited in real life, the happiness of running the Great Tomb with guildmates, the acceptance and adjustment to the new body after being reincarnated into another world, and... the not-so-bad time in the Adventurers' Guild.

Each image is a reflection of oneself, yet each image cannot fully represent oneself.

"It's not good if you're still unsure of your own name. Let me add a bit of humanity to it."

Luke's voice was light and cheerful as he clapped his hands, and footsteps followed on the empty platform.

Suzuki Satoru looked in the direction of the voice and saw a dark elf with a somewhat embarrassed expression, wearing a fitted men's suit and vest, scratching his cheek awkwardly.

"Uh... Lord Ainz, good afternoon?"

"A-Aura! You're not dead!?"

The eerie blue flames in Suzuki Satoru's eyes flared violently, and his voice regained its emotional tone... though it didn't sound good.

Why is the guardian, who was supposed to be hunted down by Mr. Luke, standing perfectly fine in front of him? Could it be...?

Aura blushed, lowered her head, and remained silent.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Lord Ainz, this shorty is very embarrassed to tell you the truth that I've already betrayed you, Arins~"

Shalltear, with skin as smooth as jade, appeared beside Aura, revealing a pleased smile, and lifted her chin.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Ainz. Actually, we had already betrayed them before we even set off. Aura might feel a little guilty, but as for me... well, it's nothing important anyway."

Suzuki Satoru's pupils remained calm, and he involuntarily raised his finger to point at the two guardians.

"You, you..."

Are the Guardians all alright? No… the important thing is, are they going to betray the Great Tomb of Nazarick?
"Not only them, Lord Ainz, I have also made up my mind to leave the Great Tomb of Nazarick!"

Mare, dressed in knight's attire, also appeared, his voice more resolute than Aura's shame and Shalltear's indifference.

He looked at the red-haired swordsman Reinhard, who appeared beside him at the same time, with eyes full of admiration and worship, his face flushed.

"Lord Reinhard, it's finally...a new meeting. Have my experiences and performance during this time changed your opinion of me?"

"Of course, by choosing to sacrifice herself in the enlightenment of the 'Witch of Wrath,' Mare has become very powerful, but too much of a good thing can be bad."

Reinhard crouched down and patted Marey's head, admonishing him in a tone similar to that of an older brother, "A spirit of sacrifice is commendable, but you should never make such a choice unless absolutely necessary."

Unless you have the "Phoenix's Blessing" that grants you unlimited life and allows you to revive endlessly!
Suzuki Satoru clenched his bone claws, his whole body began to tremble, and his heart began to fluctuate violently, which intensified as more and more figures appeared.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Ainz, but I don't consider my actions to be betrayal."

Sebastian placed his right hand on his chest, bowed deeply, and said in an exceptionally serious tone, “The Great Tomb’s code of conduct is seriously flawed. In any case, I hope that you will think twice before acting in the future, and have more empathy and goodwill, just like the Supreme Lord Taki Mi, who created me.”

Suzuki Satoru couldn't answer; his mind was a complete mess. He covered his head in disbelief, feeling a sudden surge of joy.

Figures appeared one by one around him, and countless words surrounded him.

Zetsuki looked coldly at Suzuki Satoru, his disdain blatant: "How shameful, Momo. As a fellow servant of Lord Luke, how could you do something so offensive? Doesn't that lower my standards?"

Kazuma Sato stepped forward and patted the skull on the shoulder in a friendly, buddy-buddy manner:

"I didn't quite believe Lu Ke when he told me you were also a reincarnated person, but it turns out you're the real deal. But you're so unlucky, aren't you? If you're dressed as a skeleton, you'll lose your weapons too, won't you?"

"Wa-Zhen, don't be so smug... You've never even had the experience of kissing a woman, except for Miss Gagran, right?"

Subaru Natsuki, with a platinum tail hanging from the corner of his mouth, walked over while chewing.

"Shut up, don't make me remember that time!"

Aqua ran to Luke's side with a resentful expression, pointing at the skeleton and shaking it incessantly, "Luke~ why keep these inherently evil undead? These guys are second only to Eris in their evilness."

"Hey, Aqua, don't say things that are hard to understand."

Darkness blushed and hugged Luke from behind, her body pressing heavily against the man's broad back.

"Whether they stay or leave doesn't matter. The undead might have some merit... Hey Luke, tonight could you try turning into a mindless zombie that retains the essence of Xingyu or something?"

Before Luke could answer, a figure descended from the sky, interrupting him.

"Hmph, now that things have come to this, I can finally explain!"

Megumin landed with a dashing air, proudly tossing her cloak and waving her index finger at Suzuki Satoru:
"That's right! It was my Explosion Magic that blew up the Great Tomb of Nazarick! I am Megumin, the foremost Explosion Magic user of the Crimson Demon Clan!"

Satoru Suzuki: "..."

More and more people gathered around, not just Luke and his group, but also Elsa, Priscilla, members of the Blue Rose Adventurer Team, Warrior Captain Gazef and Lana, and the adventurers "Momo" knew who had set off together.

"Let me introduce you to the Supreme Being of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the highest-ranking Ruler of Death, to whom all the guardians of the floors pledge their allegiance. You are all his family!"

"He's terrifyingly powerful when he's playing the hero. You know Momo? He's his alternate identity! He orchestrated the Demon Tide and was the mastermind behind this floating island landing battle. He even wanted to take down the enemy who harmed his family! Although he didn't die... he's currently fighting against the evil will within him!"

"Come on, everyone, let's cheer him on!"

Under Luke's instructions, everyone, whether they knew about it or not, whether they participated or not, surrounded Suzuki Satoru, smiling and applauding him, and congratulating him.

A barrage of "Congratulations" rained down on Suzuki Satoru in the center, as a complex mix of emotions surged from all directions, accompanied by a cacophony of voices.

Doubt, shame, embarrassment, remorse, regret... countless complex emotions intertwined and swirled in Suzuki Satoru's mind, like constantly inflating a deflated balloon.

There's a kind of shameful feeling you get after masturbating to the point of exhaustion, only to wake up to find your pants already on and a bunch of relatives and friends playing cards in the living room.

Suzuki Satoru suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed in this execution-like situation, with only one thought remaining in his mind.
This life is over.

(End of this chapter)