Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

The atmosphere in the ward was somewhat somber.

"Derger, thank you for coming to see me."

Blake leaned against the hospital bed, his face still a little pale, but his spirits had improved a lot.

The soldier Delger, sitting on the edge of the bed, still looked indignant.

"Thank me for that! Blake, the thought of that bastard Gambling actually using the sword His Highness bestowed upon you makes me want to go to the solitary confinement cell right now and break his legs! If you hadn't stopped me..."

"Alright, alright," Blake forced a smile, interrupting him, "I'm not dead, am I? Let's just let this go."

"I almost died!" Delger's voice rose several octaves, his emotions running high.

"If I hadn't happened to be passing by that casino, heard the commotion, went in to check, and dragged you out in time to get a priest to save you... you'd probably be lying in a graveyard by now! How could you be here making such sarcastic remarks!"

The incident from a few days ago has already spread throughout the military camp.

Gamblin dragged Black to gamble, but he lost so much that he not only pawned the Valyrian steel sword bestowed upon him by Prince Leylin, but also actually drew the sword and slashed at Black who tried to stop him.

That sword strike was ruthless and precise, almost fatal.

"Perhaps... it's a blessing in disguise." Blake sighed, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"After this incident, Gamblin swore a solemn oath in front of the commander and everyone else that he would never gamble again in his life. If he can really keep his word, then this beating... won't have been in vain."

"Bullshit blessings!" Delger spat.

"You can't believe a gambler's words? I think he's gone mad from being locked up in solitary confinement! If he dares to touch the cards again, you don't even need to lift a finger, I'll be the first to chop off his hand with a sword!"

After Gamblin committed a serious crime, he was severely scolded by Captain Kabu, who rushed to the scene, and was immediately locked up in solitary confinement for a whole month.

This was only after Blake woke up and repeatedly pleaded for him.

Otherwise, given the wrath of the commander and his men, breaking both his legs would be the least of their worries.

"A month of confinement should be enough for him to reflect on his actions," Blake said, trying to ease the tension.

"Hmph, just you wait and see." Delger clearly didn't believe it.

The two chatted about some trivial matters in the military camp before Delger got up to say goodbye.

Watching his friend's departing figure, the weariness and tolerance on Blake's face gradually faded, replaced by a deep worry.

He muttered to himself, "Derger... you only say that Gamblin has a big problem, but your own problems are probably not small either."

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After leaving the military camp, Delger did not immediately return to his residence.

He strolled casually through the streets for a while, then turned and skillfully slipped into a secluded alley.

There is an inconspicuous wooden door deep in the alley.

He looked around warily, then raised his hand and tapped the air in a specific rhythm.

The door opened a crack, and a pair of shrewd eyes glanced at him before stepping aside.

Delger slipped inside, and the door immediately closed behind him, cutting off all light and sight from the outside world.

Inside the door lies another world.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap cosmetics and alcohol. Under the dim lighting, several scantily clad women swayed their hips and moved closer.

"Hey soldier, wanna have a drink?"

"Wow, you're quite muscular, buddy. What kind of girl do you like?"

"How about letting your sister keep you company tonight?"

The sounds of orioles and swallows surrounded us.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be in charge quickly stepped forward and shooed them away: "Go away, go away, this regular customer has an appointment, don't get in the way."

The women dispersed, laughing and joking.

Led by the steward, Dräger walked through several corridors draped with sheer curtains and arrived at a relatively quiet little room at the very back.

Inside the room, a "girl" was waiting for him.

She has the body of a human female, but her whole body is covered with soft, short gray fur, with long ears on both sides of her face, making her face more like a rabbit, and a pair of red eyes that appear particularly bright in the dim light.

This is a demi-human of the rabbit race.

"Melinda, have you been waiting long?" Delger's voice softened unconsciously.

"Delger, you're here." The rabbit-girl Melinda stood up, her voice clear and melodious, with an unusual charm.

Without a word, the two quickly embraced.

Military life is monotonous and stressful, and the long-term separation from normal society can easily lead to various problems.

Before it was "gambling," now it's "sex."

In his previous life, Lei Lin had a term called "sexual repression," which perfectly describes the soldiers who had been stationed on the border for a long time in this era.

As the saying goes, "After three years in the army, even a sow can rival Diao Chan in beauty."

After spending a long time in a military camp that was almost entirely male, everything seemed handsome and refined to me.

If enormous physiological and psychological needs are not properly expressed, they will inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later.

In the past, there were a few open brothels in the city. Although the environment was terrible, they were still places to go.

More than a year ago, Prince Leylin inspected this area and, believing it to be a breeding ground for filth and corruption, ordered its complete closure and a strict ban on any prostitution.

However, the demand has not disappeared.

With the open channels blocked, clandestine businesses flourished like weeds.

The hidden places in this shabby alley are a product of the saying "when there are policies from above, there are countermeasures from below".

Drage is a regular here.

His tastes are rather peculiar; he has little interest in human women but is fascinated by demi-humans, especially the rabbit-woman girl Melinda in front of him.

Her appearance might seem strange to humans—she's covered in hair, has a three-lobed mouth, and long ears—but Drger was captivated by it.

(If Leylin knew, he'd probably say, "Wow, he's a Fury fanatic.")

Of course, Dräger felt that his situation was still normal.

Some of the more extreme fetishes circulating privately within the military camp were truly eye-opening.

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After the lovemaking, Delger collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted.

Melinda, however, remained energetic; rabbits are naturally stronger than ordinary humans.

Her gaze fell on the sword that Delger had casually leaned against the wall.

Her red eyes blinked, and she picked it up curiously: "Derger, this sword... seems quite unusual?"

Dräger glanced at it, a slight tension settling in his heart, but he feigned nonchalance and said, "Oh, it's just a standard-issue sword issued by the military, nothing special."

"Really?" Melinda didn't believe it and examined the sword carefully.

The scabbard is simple, but once the sword is drawn, its unique wave pattern, dark yet solid metallic luster, and subtle cool magic all reveal its extraordinary nature.

She raised her eyes, her ruby-like pupils fixed intently on Delger.

An invisible ripple seemed to ripple in his eyes, and an indescribable charm quietly emanated from them.

Under the influence of this force, Melinda appeared even more beautiful and charming in Dräger's eyes, captivating his heart.

"Tell me, okay?" Melinda's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry that went straight to one's heart.

Delger's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes became somewhat unfocused, and he blurted out the words as if they were out of his control.

"This...this was bestowed upon me by His Highness Leylin...the Valyrian Steel Sword...it's...it's an excellent magical weapon, extremely sharp..."

Melinda was startled, but her smile grew even sweeter.

She leaned closer, her allure fully unleashed: "Such a powerful sword... Delger, you're so good to me, how about giving it to me as a gift?"

There seemed to be a swirling vortex deep within her eyes; an ordinary person would probably be completely captivated and utterly swayed by her desires at that moment.

Dräger struggled, sweat beading on his forehead. He shook his head violently: "Give it to you? Of...of course...no way!"

He practically growled out the last two words.

His loyalty to His Highness and his deep respect for the sword outweighed the strange allure at the crucial moment.

Everything else is fine, but this sword that represents honor and mission is absolutely unacceptable!

"Huh? Is that not allowed?" Melinda showed a perfectly timed hint of disappointment, but quickly masked it.

Her tone remained gentle: "Alright then... let's not talk about this anymore. Are you tired? Here, have some water."

She turned around, poured a glass of water, and considerately held it to Delger's lips.

Still not fully calm and completely unsuspecting, Delger instinctively took the drink and gulped it down.

As soon as the water went down my throat, a strong wave of dizziness suddenly hit me.

"This water...you..."

Delger's eyes widened, and he could only see Melinda's still sweet but blurry smiling face before everything went black and he completely lost consciousness.

Melinda's smile vanished instantly after confirming that Dreg was unconscious.

She quickly dressed, picked up the Valyrian steel sword, and examined it carefully once more.

The wavy lines on the sword's blade, its weight in the hand, the subtle magical resonance when touched by the fingertips... all testify to its preciousness.

"It really is good stuff..." she muttered to herself, a hint of greed and determination flashing in her eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, she wrapped the sword in cloth and silently opened the door.

The figure quickly blended into the shadows of the outer corridor and disappeared.

In the room, only the unconscious Delger remained, along with the lingering, alluring atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, Delger finally struggled to wake up from a deep sleep, his head throbbing with pain.

"Melinda... I'm so dizzy... Give me some water..." he mumbled, reaching out to grope around, but finding nothing.

He struggled to sit up, but the room was empty; Melinda was nowhere to be seen.

There was only a note on the small table beside the bed.

A sense of foreboding rose in Delger's heart. He grabbed the note, on which was written in crooked Inberian script:

【Dear Drage, freeloading is a bad habit, so consider this sword your "overnight fee." See you again someday~~~ — Love, Melinda】

It was like a thunderclap exploding in my mind!

Drger suddenly became fully awake and scrambled towards the wall—which was already empty!

"My sword?! The sword bestowed upon me by His Highness!!!"

Overwhelmed by immense fear, regret, and despair.

He frantically searched the small room, lifting the sheets and moving all the furniture, but he could no longer find the Valyrian steel sword.

"Melinda!!! My sword!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream, filled with pain and despair, echoed through the room.

Overwhelmed by anger and anxiety, his vision went black again, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, sinking into even deeper darkness.