Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Today was supposed to be another day for planning.

Lehlin is considering it.

We should continue hunting goblins to optimize the potion.

Let's go to the Orc Kingdom and "visit" a few more border towns.

Or perhaps they began investigating the mysterious undead organization, the Abyss Bodies.

Just as he was pondering this, a familiar, soul-stirring feeling suddenly descended upon him.

His consciousness suddenly detached from his body, crossed the barrier of the world, and returned to that eternal gray fog space—the shared space.

"Hmm?" Leylin from the Ainz Ooal Gown world (hereinafter referred to as Ainz Ooal Gown Leylin for distinction) had a slight thought. "This feeling... is there a new 'me' joining?"

Following his senses, he stepped toward the familiar coordinates in the center of the space.

The flickering light of the campfire pierced through the gray mist, illuminating three figures who had been waiting there.

Leylin, a dragon with a sharp, razor-sharp aura and eyes that seem to hold the power of a lion.

Rylai, the Lord of the Rings, is as steady as a mountain and possesses a seasoned demeanor.

And Ryrelin from Game of Thrones, who exudes a regal air.

"Hey everyone! We meet again." Ainz Ooal Gown greeted them with a smile and walked toward the campfire.

"Oh, it's 'me' from the world of Ainz Ooal Gown," the dragon Leylin grinned, his eyes gleaming with golden light, as if a lion were hidden within.

"Seeing you standing here safe and sound, I'm relieved."

"The way you're saying that," Ainz Ooal Gown raised an eyebrow, "it sounds like you're hoping something bad happens to me?"

"How could that be!" Dragon Leylin waved his hand, but his tone was teasing.

"I was just worried that you might do something rash and go to fight that 'Rotten Coffin Dragon King' one-on-one, and then get beaten so badly that you can't even get into the shared space anymore."

"Don't worry, I'm not that reckless." Ainz Ooal Gown, Leylin, shook his head. "The difference in strength is obvious; being unprepared is tantamount to suicide."

"Not strong enough? That's easy!" Dragon Leylin raised his chin, full of pride.

"When the newbies arrive, we'll share the spoils and our strength will skyrocket! Then, that rotten coffin dragon king will be utterly crushed!"

"You need to change this habit of getting cocky as soon as you make some progress," Ainz Ooal Gown chuckled. "I still prefer to do more preparation."

Just as the two were about to start their usual banter, Game of Thrones' Rayleigh chimed in to interrupt: "Let's catch up later. Now that most of us are here, why don't we exchange our recent 'progress' and see how much we've improved?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, filled with inquiry.

Lord of the Rings, Rylai's, nodded gently: "I have no objection. Let's share them together first, and then welcome the newcomers together when they arrive."

"Alright, alright," Dragon Leylin shrugged, extending his fist. "The usual deal, how about a tap?"

Four fists—belonging to four different worlds and four different experiences—touch gently together above the campfire.

hum...

Invisible ripples spread outwards, and memories, insights, and newly acquired power characteristics, like gentle streams, began to converge and merge within their shared soul essence.

Ainz Ooal Gown closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully experiencing the influx of "new knowledge".

Images from Game of Thrones's Rayleigh's memories: riding dragons and slashing.

It mostly involves power struggles and conquests, and the riding of dragons. Due to the limitations of the world level, the improvement of pure power is not significant. It is more about the accumulation of war art and ruling experience.

The story of Leylin in Lord of the Rings is quite fantastical.

He encountered the famous "melee mage" Gandalf the Grey.

They offered to help defeat Smaug, the evil dragon entrenched on Lonely Mountain, in exchange for some knowledge of the higher-level powers of the Valar or the Maiar arts.

He is currently embarking on an epic journey with Gandalf's recruiting party, which includes a group of dwarves and a certain hobbit destined for greatness.

In that world shrouded in the invisible shadow of a higher will, the enhancement of power is more like a long and arduous journey of cultivation that requires patience and the right opportunity.

The changes brought about by the dragon Leylin can only be described as dramatic!

The torrent of memory is filled with peril, resolute determination, and transcendent brilliance—

After returning to his own world, he resolutely embarked on the forbidden path known as the "Path to Godhood".

It was a high-stakes gamble with lives and souls at stake, a rebellion against and theft of the Dragon King's authority.

The process was fraught with peril and near-death experiences.

If it weren't for Ainz Ooal Gown's shared knowledge of healing and resurrection magic, which provided crucial backup and protection, he would most likely have been completely annihilated by the bloodline rampage and mental tearing.

But in the end, he succeeded.

The dragon Leylin of today has already crossed the boundaries of hybrid races.

The life form underwent a fundamental leap, truly touching the domain of the "Dragon King" and gaining control over some of the original rules symbolizing power and authority!

"You really danced a dance right at the gates of hell this time." Ainz Ooal Gown Leylin opened his eyes, his gaze towards the dragon Leylin filled with amazement and lingering fear. "Fortunately, it worked."

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Stealing the power of the gods is no easy task." The dragon Leylin's smile at this moment carried the arrogance and pride that came from being tempered by life and death.

"However, I can now be considered a 'Dragon King' for the time being, and it feels pretty good."

"Congratulations," Ainz Ooal Gown Rayleigh said with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting. "Your Excellency Dragon King War God, I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

"Of course, of course!" Dragon Leylin laughed. "It's all an urban fantasy story anyway. Now that I'm strong enough, I can finally experience the joy of being the 'Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King'!"

Amidst laughter and conversation, Ainz Ooal Gown Rayleigh had already begun to integrate the newly acquired "Dragon King Power".

It was a completely different feeling of power, profound, ancient, and full of the ability to interfere with the underlying rules of the world.

Even with just the initial contact, one can feel the boundaries of one's own power being expanded, and subtle changes occurring in its texture.

"With this power alone, even if the newcomers don't contribute much, I'll be able to hold my own against the Coffin Dragon King after I leave..."

He felt invigorated, and his confidence in confronting the shadow of national annihilation was stronger than ever before.

Just as he was immersed in the feeling of his sudden surge in power, the gray fog began to churn violently at the edge of the shared space.

A new sense of pull came, more powerful than ever before, and carrying an inhuman, vast pressure of life.

"The newcomer has arrived!" The four of them turned to look at each other at the same time.

The gray fog was pushed aside by an invisible force, and a huge shadow gradually became clear and slowly approached.

Dragon Leylin was the first to react, his pupils shrinking sharply, and he blurted out in astonishment, "Holy crap! What... what is this thing?!"

Game of Thrones' Rayleigh narrowed his eyes. As a descendant of the Dragon Family, he had a natural familiarity with this behemoth form.

Although the being before him was completely different from the dragons of his world, he could still feel the oppressive aura emanating from it: "...Hey, you dragon, you're supposed to be half-dragon, haven't you ever seen a real dragon before? This is clearly..."

The Lord of the Rings, Rylai's voice was steady, with the certainty of a scholar: "Although its form differs from the dragons of Middle-earth, judging from its level of life and its imposing presence... this is undoubtedly a true dragon."

Ainz Ooal Gown, Leylin, was also stunned. He had imagined countless possible identities for the new "Leylin," but what he saw before him still exceeded his expectations: "There's actually... someone who directly transmigrated into the world of dragons?"

The figure drew closer, and the light of the campfire finally illuminated its entirety—

That was a giant dragon!

Its body is large and graceful, covered with pure white scales that resemble ice and snow crystals, and its wings spread out on its back like two huge, frost-covered clouds.

Its chest, abdomen, limbs, and claws, however, were a fiery, vibrant red, like magma.

Even more strangely, it was surrounded by visible, raging, pale flames, the high temperature causing the space itself to distort slightly.

However, wherever it passed, gray mist condensed, and crystal-clear, huge and sharp ice shards and pillars grew out of thin air, spreading an extremely cold aura.

Ice and fire, two extreme opposites, violent forces that should annihilate each other, coexist in such harmony and in such a docile manner within it.

It's as if this contradictory duality is its inherent authority, as natural as breathing.

The dragon Leylin finally snapped out of his shock and exclaimed the name he recognized: "Holy crap! It's a Frost Dragon!"

The Elder Dragon of the Monster Hunter World, a legendary being who wields the power of both ice and fire—the Frost Dragon!

Game of Thrones' Rylin whistled, glancing mockingly at Dragon Rylin: "Hey, you self-proclaimed Dragon King, you just said you've become the Dragon King, and here comes the 'real deal.' Why don't you two have a match and see who's more 'real'?"

Dragon Raylin's lips twitched: "...Why bring up something you shouldn't be talking about?"

"But then again, if I had shared in the power of this 'me' earlier, the 'Path to Godhood' would probably have been as easy as taking a walk, and I wouldn't have had to work so hard."

As Ainz Ooal Gown Rayleigh gazed at the enormous ancient dragon drawing ever closer, his heart surging with a mixture of awe and shock.

There was also an indescribable excitement: "I never expected that while I was racking my brains over there trying to figure out how to fight the Dragon King, this shared space would directly send me a living, breathing ancient dragon king! If I can share its power..."

At that moment, the enormous Fiery Frost Dragon had already flown over the campfire.

It suppressed the raging pale flames and the chilling aura that permeated its body, and slowly lowered its height, bringing its majestic and beautiful head close to the four human figures that looked particularly "tiny" by the campfire.

A deep, majestic voice, yet strangely familiar and resonating with the shared origins of their souls, resounded directly within the consciousness of the four, like a symphony of colliding glaciers and roaring subterranean fire:

"Greetings, everyone. I am Leylin—from the Monster Hunter world. You may call me, the Frost Dragon Leylin."