The Uchiha's Path to the Top, Starting from Konoha

Chapter 164 Flying Squirrel

"Lord Momonga, what's wrong?"

Accidents always happen so suddenly.

As the flying squirrel gazed at the stunningly beautiful succubus before him, who looked up and asked him a question, he felt utterly bewildered.

When did NPCs start having such vivid expressions?!

At the final shutdown time of the World Tree game, the last member of the [Ainz Ooal Gown] guild, the strongest magic caster, the ruler of death Ainz Ooal Gown, sat quietly in the throne room on the tenth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, holding the guild's weapon.

Two crimson eyes emerged from the skull of the skeleton, gazing down the steps at the dozens of towering stone pillars, each bearing a banner representing an indelible memory and achievement left by a comrade within the guild.

"In the end, I'm all alone. This powerful guild was built up bit by bit by everyone, and now I'm all alone..."

Momonga released the guild weapon in his hand—Ainz Ooal Gown's Staff.

The staff floated automatically to one side, shimmering with a crimson-black light. Sometimes, the light would manifest a pained expression, like a human face, before collapsing and disappearing.

Faintly, one could hear painful cries.

This is a staff about 2 meters long, wrapped with seven snakes, and in terms of sheer power, it is a powerful artifact that can rival world-class items.

Each of the agonizingly struggling snakes held a different colored, divine-level precious jade in its mouth.

The handle is made of a material that resembles crystal, radiating a blue and white light.

Looking at the magnificent staff that the guild members had specially crafted for him, Ainz's mind was filled with memories of the past.

To forge this staff, some members logged on despite their exhaustion from working overtime, while others gave up their holidays with their families.

All the memories were so beautiful, and when forty-nine people fought against a united union of fifteen hundred and won, that beauty reached its peak!

"But in these final moments, I so wish we could stay together, even if it's just to say goodbye!"

Ainz leaned back against the back of the World Item, the Throne of Kings, his mood low, and looked at Albedo, the Grand Steward of the Guardians, who was kneeling on one knee to the side.

This is a beautiful woman dressed in a pure white gown embroidered with gold thread. Her slightly smiling face is like that of a goddess, and her long, lustrous black hair falls gracefully down to her waist, contrasting beautifully with the gown.

It has jet-black angel wings around its waist, and in the original concept, it was supposed to be made for the highest-ranking angel.

However, the creators, with a twisted sense of humor, portrayed him as a cold-blooded, cruel, cunning, and ruthless supreme demon who takes pleasure in bringing pain and death to his enemies.

She is also "a bitch".

Driven by curiosity, Ainz Ooal Gown looked at Albedo's character settings, which were as long and complex as a thesis report, making him feel like he was reading gibberish.

I scrolled straight to the bottom and stared at the word "bitch," and my heart sank.

"While one's personal fetishes shouldn't be criticized, he's still the highest-ranking NPC in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, so this kind of setting..."

After much deliberation, Ainz Ooal Gown remembered his privilege as guild leader and changed Albedo's character settings.

The "bitch" label was crossed out and replaced with "deeply in love with Momonga".

After silently reading the last sentence on the settings page for a while, Momonga felt a surge of intense shame.

As a typical office worker, he never even dared to dream of being loved. His only solace was in the bizarre and fantastical world of games where hard work could make him stronger.

Aside from essential living supplies, he invested all his wages into the game, especially the character [Ainz Ooal Gown], which represented a significant investment of his time and effort.

"Doing this shouldn't be seen as disrespecting our partners; it's just a minor adjustment."

"Yes, so that glory may belong to [Ainz Ooal Gown]."

Momonga, muttering to himself, withdrew his gaze from Albedo.

Throughout the entire process, there was not a trace of blasphemy in their gaze. All the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick were masterpieces created by our team members with their hard work.

Having any other thoughts would be to tarnish the beautiful memories you and your friends have shared.

"Time is almost up."

Feishu glanced at the time on the game panel; it was getting closer and closer to midnight. His gaze lingered on his friends' contact list, hoping that perhaps someone would suddenly decide to log on and check in at the last moment.

Time had already entered the countdown, and Feishu was filled with indescribable disappointment. He calmly watched the time pass by second by second, and in the last second, he closed his eyes.

"What's going on?!"

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he was not in his usual doghouse, but in the magnificent, luxurious, and grand throne room.

The three luxurious chandeliers hanging from the ceiling were made of seven-colored gemstones and shone with a dreamlike brilliance, making the flying squirrel momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Albedo's gentle call brought Ainz Ooal Gown back to reality. He stared in surprise at the Grand Steward, the Guardian, who was casting a questioning and worried glance his way. The beautiful woman's vivid expression was a command that NPCs in the game could never give.

While NPCs in games possess a certain level of intelligence, it is limited to specific commands, uttering specific words, and displaying expressions that are absolutely impossible to replicate in virtual characters.

The flying squirrel didn't know what had happened, but the game interface that appeared no longer had the logout option.

The changing world made him wary, and the mindset of a corporate slave took over his head. On one hand, he put on a ruler's posture in front of NPCs to avoid being noticed by them, and on the other hand, he began to adapt.

It seems that office workers can adapt very quickly no matter where they are.

Ainz Ooal Gown mocked himself inwardly, and then, under the undead's forced mental calm, began to approach the Great Tomb, which had already become a reality.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Muan also arrived at the Free City of the Kats Plains. After listening to the battle ninja's report in detail, he did not immediately head to the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Without deploying its main body, it is undoubtedly unrealistic to try to destroy the Great Tomb.

With countless world-class items and numerous level 100 NPCs, and considering that Minako Uzumaki, a super-kage level character, defeated the less than level 100 [Destruction Dragon King], the Great Tomb of Nazarick is undoubtedly an extremely tough nut to crack.

In addition, the opponent has the ability to self-destruct and prevent spatial teleportation. If they are not careful, the prophecy of the shrine maiden Momiji will be repeated.

Uchiha Muan had no intention of dying alongside Ainz Ooal Gown.

So, should they establish diplomatic relations with Ainz Ooal Gown, or openly declare their hostility?

(End of this chapter)