Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Meanwhile, in the distant orc kingdom...

Apache City.

This orc city, once known for its prosperity and rugged vitality, has now become a desolate graveyard.

Several months ago, a terrifying catastrophe known as the "World-Destroying Dragon" struck this place.

The city's buildings have miraculously remained intact.

But all the residents, regardless of age or gender, soldiers or civilians, vanished without a trace overnight.

Along the streets, in the squares, and inside the houses, only large patches of dried, blackened, shocking bloodstains remained.

And the lingering, faint stench of blood and decay in the air.

However, in this deathly silence, a completely transparent figure is silently moving between the ruins and empty alleys.

He used a high-level spell similar to "non-visualization" to completely conceal himself, both in form and aura.

"And there's this... extremely thin, almost completely dissipated 'dragon's might' in the air."

The transparent figure—Benjerry Ansis—stopped in his tracks.

He used his extraordinary senses to carefully savor the last remaining trace of life.

"If I didn't have some expertise in magical perception, I probably would have missed these traces that have been almost completely worn away by time."

From a third-person perspective, Benjeri's form is definitely not human.

He possesses two calm and thoughtful heads, as well as six arms that can simultaneously form hand seals or cast spells, making him a unique and high-ranking being among the undead.

His name is "Abyss," and he is one of the founders and core leaders of the mysterious organization "Body of the Abyss."

The organization's name originated from his title.

He came to this dead city out of a researcher's curiosity.

"A few days ago, we received news that a major town, a city, and an entire army of orcs in the orc kingdom had all disappeared in a very short period of time."

"They disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead; rumors circulate that it was the work of the 'World-Destroying Demon Dragon'."

As Benjer investigated, he mentally pieced together the clues.

"At first I thought it was the work of some high-profile undead brethren... Now it seems the rumors may not be unfounded."

This residual, extremely high-quality dragon aura cannot be faked.

He glanced with a hint of regret over the empty streets and houses.

"They cleaned it up too 'cleanly'... not even a complete body or a large piece of remains was left."

If there is a corpse, he can use necromancy to extract more information and trace the events more clearly.

Now, apart from the extremely faint dragon aura and the bloodstains all over the ground, there are no valuable clues left.

"To be able to 'efficiently' evaporate the lives of an entire city without alerting the outside world or causing large-scale destruction..."

"This dragon's strength and methods should not be underestimated."

Benjer assessed the situation with an academic tone of admiration, but without a trace of fear.

He could do something of this caliber if he wanted to.

He was simply more interested in magical research and the exploration of mysteries than in meaningless destruction.

"There's nothing left to investigate here; it's time to leave." He prepared to end this impromptu investigation.

Just then, his keen senses caught a commotion in the distance.

The magical detection unfolded silently.

"They're human... judging by their attire, they're in the military." Benjer tilted his head slightly (one of his heads).

"It seems to be some neighboring human kingdom that wants to take over this empty city?"

"They've got some nerve. Aren't they afraid the main orc force will come back for revenge? Is it ignorance makes them fearless, or do they have something to rely on?"

He originally intended to leave directly, but the further information returned by the detection magic made the soul fire in his eyes suddenly brighter.

"Hmm? The basic skills of these human soldiers... are not right."

He was somewhat surprised: "Their individual strength is generally far superior to that of ordinary orc soldiers? This doesn't make sense."

In his understanding, ordinary humans are inherently weaker than beastmen in terms of physical fitness.

A well-trained elite human might be able to fight an ordinary orc warrior one-on-one.

But the human army before them seemed to have reached a level that surpassed that of ordinary orcs.

"That's interesting..." Benjer's interest was piqued. He temporarily abandoned his plan to leave.

"[Eighth-Tier Magic: Dimensional Eye]!"

Without hesitation, he activated a higher-level detection spell.

Its vision penetrated material barriers, like the most sophisticated scanner, allowing it to see the approaching human army inside and out.

"Heh... This army is surprisingly high in quality." The fire of his soul burned steadily and brightly in his eyes, showing great interest.

"Those eight hundred cavalrymen were already quite good, but more importantly, their armor and weapons were of extremely high quality, subtly resonating with their aura."

"Armed to the teeth, their combat capabilities are probably comparable to the Tier 3 elite undead I can summon at will."

Benjer gave it a very high rating.

A Tier 3 Undead is already a fearsome presence on a regular battlefield.

"These eight hundred cavalrymen are strong, but in my eyes they are nothing more than slightly larger ants and pose no threat."

"What's truly noteworthy is... the human who's leading it."

His senses were focused on the front of the army, on the elderly human with a crown on his head, a calm demeanor, and sharp eyes.

A hidden yet solid and powerful energy field surrounded him.

"This human... has already entered the realm of 'abnormal' in terms of life level."

"If he were a pure magic-based professional, he should be able to reliably cast sixth-tier magic by now."

Benjer made his judgment, a slight ripple stirring within him.

Able to cast sixth-order magic—

This standard happens to be one of the basic requirements for joining the "Outer Array" of the [Abyss Body].

"What a pity...it's a human." Benjer thought with some regret.

In the mindset of the immortals, who generally look down on the living, especially viewing short-lived and fragile humans as ants, it is almost impossible for humans to be accepted.

"Such strength is extremely rare among the weak human race; they are at the very top of the pyramid."

His views on humanity were quite complex.

Individuals are vulnerable, and civilizations are repeatedly destroyed.

But this race always manages to produce some exceptionally talented individuals from nowhere when it is on the verge of extinction, forcefully turning the tide and continuing the flame.

This seems to be a peculiar characteristic of this race, a kind of "luck" or "favor".

"A fragile race, yet always able to attract or nurture powerful guardians... truly a paradoxical one worth pondering."

At this moment, the power of that human king gave Benjerry a new idea.

"Although he is now a living human being... what if we could persuade him to voluntarily relinquish his fragile and fleeting life and transform into a nobler and eternal immortal body?"

Benjer thought to himself, "With his current foundation, once he successfully transforms into an immortal, his strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds."

"Even if they can't reach the level of our 'inner array' members who can cast seventh or eighth-rank magic, they will definitely be top-notch in the 'outer array' and become a valuable addition to the organization's combat strength."

The structure of the "Body of the Abyss" is distinct.

The "Inner Array" is composed of the oldest and most powerful undead elders, who hold the core authority and the most profound knowledge of the organization.

The "outer formation" absorbs relatively young or newly promoted powerful undead as peripheral forces and executors.

Benjeri felt that this human king was worth inviting him personally.

"Then let me see..."

Benjeri's two heads seemed to simultaneously curve into an imperceptible smile, and a faint glow flickered at the fingertips of his six arms.

"Do you possess the determination and...potential to shed your mortal body and embrace eternity?"

He decided to stay and observe the human army for the time being, and find a suitable opportunity to "have a chat" with the king.