Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 94: Ainz Ooal Gown

Ainz Ooal Gown.

Flying squirrel.

Suzuki Satoru.

A mortal living in the early 22nd century, a lowly office worker in the cyber age. He achieved nothing as a salaried worker in the cyber age, his family having died young, and he lacked social connections. His meager income, aside from just enough to survive, was almost entirely invested in a virtual reality online game called 'Yugtrasil'. As a member of society, his value was essentially nonexistent.

He should have lived and died a mediocre life. Perhaps he would have a descendant, or perhaps he would die of a prosthetic disease or even simpler hardship, burdened with loans. Regardless, his existence or death would not have caused any meaningful change to the world.

However, an accident happened.

As the connector of worlds, the Dragon Emperor spied on the powerful items in other worlds and used his primordial magic to capture these treasures. This caused Yggdrasil, originally just an ordinary virtual reality online game, to become real, and those powerful world-class items were immediately captured by the Dragon Emperor.

World-class items were pulled into this world by the Dragon Emperor. However, they weren't the only ones pulled in. Individuals and factions carrying these items were also pulled in waves as part of the world-class items. And all of these characters were blessed by the Voice of the World the moment they descended.

Just like Wu Chen, he achieved a rank simply by meeting the requirements. The way souls function as fuel perfectly aligns with the principles of Origin Magic. Similarly, the Adventers, thanks to the power of Origin Magic and world-class items, directly gained powers equivalent to their in-game characters.

Suzuki Satoru was just that—he rose from a mediocre mortal to a high-level Legendary Lich, a level 28 in D&D's system and a level 100 in Yggdrasil's system. He fully grasped these powers and wielded them with ease. His mortal heart remained intact, and even with the forced calm of the undead, he was able to think with the same ease as before.

He was able to do this because he once belonged to Earth. A negative 500-point morality score didn't actually affect him. So even though he possessed such immense power, he was still weak at heart.

He is different from the NPCs under his command who were also created because of the Voice of the World.

He knew this, and so he tried to disguise himself as one of them. He had no real sense of his own power, and knew he lacked the capacity to rule the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Perhaps one day, the immense power he possessed would give him the confidence to adapt. But that time was definitely not now.

Not now, not at this moment.

He had killed and resurrected the rebellious Shalltear half a month ago, but he still lacked the confidence to lead everything.

and so……

"Ainz-sama, Demiurge requests an audience."

Suzuki Satoru opened his eyes. He was still in the throne room deepest in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Albedo, the Chief Guardian and the highest-ranking demon whose underlying settings he had altered on a whim, gazed at him with admiration. This gentle gaze, like autumn water, along with the bad news, instantly forced him into a state of compulsive calm.

—Here we go again... Damn it, I really don't want to have this meeting! Can't you just organize everything into a document with only yes and nos so I can just press a button? Damn it! Damn it! Demiurge, is there anything you can't handle on your own? Talking to you makes me feel stressed!
“Lord Ainz?”

——Albedo, can’t you just help me reject him directly!
"Let him in." His heart roared, but within the undead, a deep, commanding voice emanated. It was undoubtedly the authoritative words of the Lord of Nazarick, the forty-one Supreme Beings. Like low thunder, it rolled back and forth throughout the throne room.

The teleportation light shone, and the Lord of Hell, dressed in a red-striped suit, knelt before the throne. Its movements were cautious, its expression respectful. It lowered its head to the master of the great tomb.

"Lord Ainz."

——Can you not be so formal every time? Can't you be a little more relaxed?

"Demiurge, I remember you have a mission."

"Yes." The Lord of Hell lowered his head even lower. "You ordered your subordinates to gather local materials for the Great Tomb to supplement its storage needs. However, a problem arose during the process."

"You can say it at will, Demiurge."

"Yes. I investigated the southern Abelion Hills and discovered a local specialty that can produce leather, the raw material for scrolls. However, while preparing to breed it, I discovered a unique individual that was different from the usual ones..."

"How incompetent!" Albedo suddenly shouted. "Ainz-sama's time is so precious! As one of the Floor Guardians, you can't even do such a small thing!"

——Why does Albedo always like to make a fuss about nothing...

"Stop, Albedo." Suzuki Satoru raised his hand. "Let Demiurge continue."

"Yes." The Guardian Headmaster then shut up. Her expression remained the same as before, as if she had simply found a random excuse to speak to Ainz.

"What's going on with that special individual?"

The Lord of Hell glanced at his master with gratitude. He then began to recount his findings from the Sentinel Demons and his own conclusions—their elusive level, their hidden strength, their hostility toward dragons, their decision to take control of the Holy Kingdom. All of this pointed to a single possibility. "...I, your humble servant, can only deduce this far. However, the Abelion Hills are undoubtedly no longer suitable for breeding local specialties. And you mentioned earlier that you should be wary of the Slian Theocracy and the Dragon Kingdom. Therefore, I boldly propose establishing a breeding ground for local specialties somewhere in the Empire or Kingdom."

—So that's it... I thought it was a big deal... Wait, when did I say we should be wary of the Theocracy and the Dragon Kingdom... And what is a Dragon King?! I've never heard of him before?
"What is that?" it asked subconsciously.

The air was stagnant for a moment.

Demiurge's eyes were filled with shame and bewilderment at not being able to keep up with his leader's thinking. A streak of sweat formed on his forehead, and his words became slurred.

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate..."

— Damn it! Did I ask a question that has no result?

——Okay, we have to fool it!

"Ahem." The Lord of the Great Tomb coughed lightly. "What's that specialty called?"

The Lord of Hell breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"It's a subhuman species scientifically known as 'two-legged sheep.' They're plentiful near the Abelion Hills. But there are also quite a few scattered throughout the Kingdom and the Theocracy. The local natives have largely unexplored this specialty, so it should only take a short time to yield some results."

Suzuki Satoru wasn't very good at history. Or rather, he hadn't even taken a history class since he was in elementary school. He thought the term "two-legged sheep" sounded familiar, but he quickly dismissed it.

—Huh, I've managed to get away with it... It doesn't seem like a big deal. Demiurge can decide on his own about the ranch... Wait, is it because of me? Since I've been appearing in the Kingdom under the alias Momon, he's worried that establishing a ranch here might affect my actions?

Suzuki Satoru suddenly felt touched, like an elderly father receiving a small red flower from his child. He felt a little anxious, unsure if this was truly for him. But his lack of excitement still showed, becoming a breath of fresh air that soothed the tension between the thrones.

"Two-legged sheep? A nice name. I approve, Demiurge. What you said earlier will be carried out as you wish."

"Yes! I will do my utmost!" Demiurge stood up excitedly and bowed to Ainz again. "Then I will depart immediately for the central mountains to enchant the Dragon King, Rotroot, causing him to immediately journey west. Rest assured, Ainz-sama, I will conceal my whereabouts and leave no trace of the Great Tomb."

——Finally solved…

Suzuki Satoru breathed a sigh of relief silently, then his gaze fixed.

Wait...wait! What the hell is this Dragon King Rot Root? Didn't I just talk about the ranch? Why is it suddenly...

The thought that had gone in one ear and out the other became clear in Suzuki Satoru's mind. He then remembered Demiurge's advice. The complex plan to drive the Dragon King to attack the Holy Kingdom, thereby mobilizing the entire dragon clan. And just now, because he wasn't focused enough, he agreed to everything!

Is it too late to take back what I said now?

No, I can't. If I go back on my word, my reputation as a ruler will be lowered! But if I just leave it alone, something might happen!
Well, we have to find a way to limit it!
"That special individual," Ainz suddenly spoke, stopping Demiurge before he could act. "What are his plans after taking control of the Holy Kingdom?"

"I am ashamed that I haven't received much information on this matter yet..." Demiurge lowered his head in shame once again.

——Okay, great. Then I'll use the lack of preparation as an excuse to stop him from going forward!

"I only know that he plans to hold a tournament after becoming regent and bestow the title of 'World Champion' upon the winner."

Ainz's movements suddenly froze.

........................

"World champion?" Inside the carriage, Kuirat raised his head slightly.

"Yes, the world champion," Wu Chen said calmly, certain that scouts from the Great Tomb were recording the news. "I plan to directly recruit warriors from the entire human world. The Kingdom of Re-Estize, the Bahas Empire, the Silian Theocracy, the Dragon Kingdom. Anyone is welcome. As long as they participate and win, I will reward them. And whoever emerges victorious will naturally be the champion."

"The champion of the human world is naturally the world champion." He said calmly, his eyes not moving, but his heart was looking towards the location of the large tomb in the northeast.

The strongest among the players in the Great Tomb, Momonga's friend 'Takimi' is the 'World Champion' in Yggdrasil.

"Presumably, there will be many strong people who are interested in this title."

(End of this chapter)