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At this moment, the royal court of the Kingdom of Riyestege had finally recovered from the shock of the deaths of King Lambusa III and his two princes, and the annihilation of an army of 200,000 in a single day. At least, the panic that felt like the sky had fallen had eased considerably.

As more and more bad news continued to arrive, the people in the palace soon realized that the deaths of the king and princes were only the beginning. Even after Rambusha III passed away, their lives would continue, and they were only getting worse…

In the center of the hall, on a luxurious throne carved from pure white marble and adorned with gold and silver jewels, sat the youngest daughter of King Rambusha III, the “most beautiful woman in the kingdom,” the sixteen-year-old “Golden Princess” Lana Thiel Shardon Layle Vansef.

Just like her well-known title of "Golden," Princess Lana has dazzling, smooth golden hair like the morning sun and skin as white as milk. Her beauty is so stunning that it is said that even painters do not know how to express it with their brushes.

Those deep blue eyes, like sapphires, shone with a dazzling yet gentle light, captivating anyone who looked at them.

The replacement of the throne with a pure white marble throne, along with the same pure white dress, further highlighted her purity and nobility.

As things stand, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will soon become the next queen of the Kingdom of Riyestege.

However, at this moment, the Golden Princess's face showed no joy at her impending coronation, only an unconcealable sorrow and grief.

—Because her father and two brothers had all died in battle a month earlier, and their bodies were never found, so that they could not even be given a funeral.

Even more terrifying is that, following the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Sand Sculpture Hills, the Kingdom of Riyestege itself is already on the verge of collapse...

Behind the Golden Princess stood her most loyal and beloved personal bodyguard, Clem.

This was a blond man somewhere between a boy and a young man, wearing white armor, his skin tanned dark from sun and rain, and sporting a neat, short haircut. Beneath his thick eyebrows, his face always wore an expression as resolute as steel.

Despite his humble origins and mediocre martial arts skills, no one doubted Clem's loyalty to the Golden Princess.

However, in this nightmarish catastrophe, can he really protect the Golden Princess who is in the center of the vortex?

Standing beside a pillar in the main hall, Captain Gazef looked up at the master and servant, who were both exuding a heavy aura, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Compared to the imperial council meeting before the war, far fewer nobles and ministers are attending this meeting now. The vast hall seems empty, and a gust of early summer wind howls through it, making the hearts of those present feel as cold as ice.

For the ruling class of this country, the imminent threat of national ruin and destruction is truly heartbreaking.

For example, of the six noble families with the most land in the Kingdom of Riyestige, only two have come to the meeting. Although many noble families had already begun to show their contempt for the king when Lambusa III was still alive, they often deliberately missed the royal meetings under various pretexts. Their arrogance was so great that it seemed as if the Kingdom of Riyestige was about to collapse.

However, this time the situation was completely different—the four nobles who did not attend the meeting were genuinely unable to come.

First, the Marquis Paul Lopp, the leader of the six noble families and the leader of the anti-royalist faction, and his three sons all perished in the Battle of Sand Sculpture Hills, trampled by the Black Goat Cubs. Upon hearing the news, his sons-in-law and nephews immediately erupted into fierce infighting and fighting for the right to inherit his lands, remaining in a state of civil war to this day, and naturally, no one attended the meeting.

Next, Marquis Brumrush, the wealthiest of the six noble families, whose territory contained gold and mithril mines, managed to escape the battlefield. However, just the day after returning to his territory, he was invaded by the undead army of the Sorcerer King Ainz. After a meager one-day resistance using his castle and fortifications, Marquis Brumrush's territory completely fell, and his entire family was killed after the castle was breached, with no one surviving.

Then, the eldest of the six noble families, the Earl of Ulvana, was killed along with the king by the [Meteor] magic during the Battle of Sand Sculpture Hills. His only son also failed to inherit his father's title and territory. Before the Battle of Sand Sculpture Hills, his castle had already been breached by a group of Red Hat Goblins capable of crushing Orichalcum-level adventurers, and his whereabouts have been unknown ever since, likely in grave danger.

Next, Lord Linton, a close confidant of the Marquis Paul Lope and the last among the six nobles, supposedly successfully withdrew from the battlefield, but then vanished without a trace on his way back to his territory, his body never seen again. It was suspected he had been ambushed by bandits or a mob. Following this, a mercenary force from the Kingdom of Nazarick stormed his castle, and it is presumed that Lord Linton's family was either captured or killed.

The two noblemen who attended the meeting were not in much better shape either. For example, the youngest and most handsome of the six nobles, the Marquis of Besbea, who was married to the eldest princess, had ambitiously plotted to seize the throne with his wife when news arrived of the deaths of Lambusa III and his two princes. However, not long after, an army of the undead overwhelmed his castle, forcing him and his wife to seek refuge in the palace.

The last remaining Marquis Raven was in the best situation—at least he escaped the battlefield, and his territory and castle hadn't fallen. However, his elite troops had also been wiped out in the Battle of Sandstone Hills, leaving his territory's defenses extremely weak, and there simply wasn't time to rebuild... Therefore, he had brought his wife and children to the capital for safety. As for his territory, he couldn't care less about it at all.

Besides the six noble families, almost all the court nobles, scholars, and guards who accompanied the king on the expedition were wiped out. Local minor lords also suffered heavy casualties. As a result, the current royal meeting is cold and desolate. Even if those minor figures without titles were allowed to enter the hall to create an atmosphere, it would still be a sparse and scattered scene, with everyone hanging their heads and showing no sign of excitement.

However, even in such a bleak atmosphere, some things still had to be done... Marquis Raven numbly presented a hastily made crown, scepter, and seal—the original set had been lost on the battlefield and was now placed before Princess Lana.

In fact, this was originally the job of the Lord Keeper of the Seals, but that lord has long since been burned to ashes, so Marquis Raven had to temporarily fill in.

Then, Marquis Raven placed a golden crown on Princess Lana's head and announced, "...The King is dead, long live the Queen! Does anyone have any objections?"

His response was a silent rebuke.

"...Very well, the coronation is now complete. Let's move on to the next topic: how to quell local rebellions and the invasion of the Kingdom of Nazarick..."

Chapter 185, The Turbulent Kingdom

"...Currently, since His Majesty the late King was defeated and died at the Sand Sculpture Hills, the entire army of 200,000 collapsed, and more than 300 of our nobles died on the battlefield, the domestic situation has quickly fallen into serious turmoil."

Following the fall of the fortress city of Ye. Lantier, twenty other noble territories, including the border Count territory of Ulvana, the Baron territory of Ensk, the Viscount territory of Greenhill, the Count territory of Linton, and the Marquis territory of Besbea, as well as two royal territories, were breached by the monster army of the Kingdom of Nazarick.

In addition, eleven noble territories experienced riots, bandit attacks, and military rebellions; four noble territories were embroiled in succession disputes due to the sudden death of the patriarch; and eight noble territories were engaged in private feuds with each other. The flames of war were rapidly spreading throughout the country.

In the past month, at least 50,000 refugees have flooded into the capital, putting enormous pressure on the city's security..."

At the royal meeting, Marquis Raven, with a deadpan expression, reported a series of recent bad news to the attendees. In short, after the military power of the ruling class of the Kingdom of Riyestij was completely wiped out and they were no longer able to suppress the unruly people or crush the disobedient, all sorts of monsters and demons emerged all at once under the lure and provocation of the invaders from the Kingdom of Nazarick.

"...The only saving grace is that the Sorcerer King of Nazarick did not continue his advance towards the capital after the Battle of Sand Sculpture Hills, but instead withdrew his troops and returned to the fortress city of Yelantil. Otherwise, not only would the remaining troops at the front have had virtually no chance of a safe retreat, but with the current defensive strength of the capital, it would be difficult to withstand a full-scale attack from the enemy..."

"...But even so, those scattered soldiers who flew the banner of the Sorcerer King, and the mobs they incited to rebel, have already plunged the kingdom into an unprecedented crisis. And many of the deserters who fled the battlefield have become bandits."

Marquis Besbea tapped on the conference table and interjected, "...What I'd like to know is, when does Her Majesty the Queen intend to send troops to quell the rebellion?"

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Upon hearing Marquis Besbea's words, Captain Gazef couldn't help but secretly purse his lips.

—Send troops to quell the rebellion? The capital city certainly doesn't have the resources for that right now.

Not to mention the Sorcerer King on the battlefield of Sandy Hills, who could kill 80,000 people in an instant without making a sound, even the small squad under that Sorcerer King's command had powerful fighters such as Death Knights, Liches, Vampires and Red-Hooded Goblins!

Even equipped with royal treasures and weapons, Gazef, being the kingdom's foremost warrior, could probably only manage to defeat one or two Death Knights. As for the others, it was even more insignificant: in actual combat, it was common for a single Death Knight to wipe out an entire cavalry unit.

Thus, those local lords who relied on their territories and castles and often disregarded the royal family quickly fell one after another under the attack of the monsters. Few noble lords could even last more than a day. All their political capital, military power, and accumulated wealth were reduced to nothing in the flames of war. Even their relatives, wives, and children were often robbed and killed by mobs and bandits while fleeing.

Of course, while these terrifying monsters can breach castles and manors, it is difficult to gain the submission of the common people and establish a stable rule. A powerful military force alone, without a corresponding civil service system, cannot build a decent country.

However, the demon army under that Sorcerer King seemed to have realized this as well. So when they were sweeping through the heart of the Kingdom of Riyestege, they basically only destroyed and did not occupy. After breaking through the lord's manor and castle and annihilating the resistance forces, they would quickly retreat.

Next, if they're lucky, the kingdom only needs to "politely send the monster army out of the country" and then they can easily reclaim the lost territory.

However, even if the Kingdom of Riyestege managed to reclaim its territory by chance, the mess that followed would still be a major headache.

In fact, just ten days ago, under pressure from various sides, Warrior Captain Gazef attempted to lead over three hundred soldiers from the capital to reclaim Count Veral's territory, which had been breached by monsters. Upon arrival, however, he discovered that the Sorcerer King's undead army, after breaching and slaughtering the lord's castle and looting the spoils, had already retreated, leaving behind only a pile of corpses and not a single soldier.

Apart from that, the villages and towns in the territory were not damaged, but the people seemed to be generally panicked.

No sooner had Gazef calmed the people down than a large group of men, women, and children, claiming to be distant relatives of the late Earl, appeared, each asserting their right to inherit the title and land. They then put on a farcical show in front of Captain Gazef, with women pulling each other's hair, men boxing each other, and everyone vying to bribe the royal envoy. The sight disgusted Captain Gazef.

After several days of this ordeal, the new Earl of Villar was finally chosen, and Captain Gazef led his men back to the capital. But just two days after his return, the lucky heir to the earldom, disheveled and unkempt, also fled to the capital seeking help!

—It turns out that when the monster army breached Earl Villar's castle, although they looted most of the gold and silver treasures, much was left behind because monsters are not as meticulous as humans. The food, oil, wine, and other supplies stockpiled in the castle remained almost untouched.

As a result, many greedy citizens flocked to the castle ruins after the monsters retreated, looting everything that was still usable. When the new count ascended the throne, he was furious upon seeing the ruined castle and empty warehouses. He declared that these scoundrels who had embezzled his property would be severely punished, and tripled the amount of lost goods, ordering the citizens to hand over the full amount within two days!

However, the previous count had loyal knights and hired mages who could suppress any discontent among his subjects. This new count, on the other hand, was previously a destitute man with virtually no armed forces to command, aside from a few thugs and hangers-on.

His disciplinary order immediately sparked a popular uprising in the territory. The mob, wielding pitchforks and sickles, easily stormed the new earl's temporary residence (the castle was in ruins), killed his henchmen, and even roasted the countess over a fire. The new earl himself barely escaped by crawling through a dog hole, and then continued his exile to the capital to seek help from the royal family to quell the unrest in his territory.

Predictably, Soldier Captain Gazef not only rejected his plea for help but also kicked this good-for-nothing bastard out.

In addition, the soldiers scattered and defeated in the Battle of Sandy Hills became a major security threat to the kingdom. These starving routs, driven to desperation by hunger, stormed into the manors of nobles in droves, armed with their own weapons, searching for anything that could fill their stomachs. Some were brutally suppressed by the manor guards and hanged from trees by the roadside. However, many more successfully looted the nobles' manors, reaping substantial spoils, and then, in the ensuing fighting and plundering, transformed from rabble into organized and armed bandits.

Some of the most ruthless bandits even dared to lead the poor into the city, looting, destroying, and burning the city's markets and the mansions of the rich, turning large areas of the city into ashes, and then fleeing out of the city with their loot before the belated quelling army could arrive to suppress them.

Worse still, spurred on by these "successful" individuals, the tenant farmers, already numbed by 80% taxes and heavy labor, began to rebel and cause trouble. Some tenant farmers, taking advantage of the fact that their masters had died in battle and their manors and territories were left unattended, killed the lord's tax collectors, instigated a rebellion, and refused to continue paying grain and money to the castle.

In one baron's territory, some even bolder tenant farmers, colluding with the castle guards, stormed the baron's castle, killed the steward and servants, roasted the baron's children over a fire, forced the children's flesh into the baroness's mouth, and finally killed the baroness after repeatedly raping her... Now, such horrific stories are circulating in the streets and alleys of the capital, sending chills down the spines of the city's nobles.

On the other hand, even in the capital city, which was temporarily far from the war, the situation in the city was getting worse day by day, more and more miserable and more chaotic. As riots broke out and war raged throughout the kingdom, apart from a very few powerful nobles and wealthy people who were able to find a way to escape to other countries, the rest of the nobles and rich people were fleeing to the relatively safe capital city for refuge.

Unfortunately, as the capital of a medieval feudal kingdom, the city of Lorenzo, whose area was limited by city walls, was not very large to begin with, and its permanent population was already very dense. Now, with the influx of a large number of war refugees, it was instantly transformed into a chaotic refugee camp. Soon, the city's inns were full, and finding a place to stay was extremely difficult. Even nobles from other regions who sought refuge in the city often couldn't find lodging if they couldn't find relatives or friends, and were forced to live on the streets. Ordinary people who didn't have much money with them were even more forced to make do with building shacks or sleeping outdoors.

Even more critical is the food supply problem—it's currently the lean season between spring and summer, when grain prices are at their highest. Unfortunately, the capital's granaries were almost completely depleted by the war effort to assemble an army of 200,000.

Now, so many refugees with their families are flooding into the city and need to eat. In addition, grain merchants controlled by gangsters are taking the opportunity to hoard and speculate, driving up prices. As a result, the price of grain in the capital has skyrocketed twentyfold in a month, and even nobles are going hungry!

As a result, many starving refugees and citizens, desperate to avoid starvation, turned to crime. This led to an unprecedented collapse of public order in the city. Robberies, murders, and food-grabbing riots occurred dozens of times daily.

Even though the guards of the capital garrison were on the move day and night, they still couldn't control these starving guys.

In addition to the lack of food and water, the refugees sleeping on the streets also urinated and defecated indiscriminately, quickly causing an epidemic to spread in the city. The only solution that the regent, Princess Lana, could think of was to organize a convoy of corpses, pulling large carts around the streets to collect bodies along the way. Once a cart was full, it would be taken outside the city and buried in the moat. As a result, hundreds of corpses were dragged out of the city every day.

As for the public's discontent and resentment, the nobles' private collusion and alliances, and all sorts of ominous signals, there were countless others.

It is conceivable that in such a situation of national turmoil, capital in danger, refugees, citizens and nobles all restless and fraught with crisis, the Golden Princess, well, now should be called the Golden Queen Lana, who was sitting on a fire pit, would not dare to squander the last bit of military strength she had left.

If being defeated by an insurmountable force like the Sorcerer King, leading to the destruction of the Kingdom of Riyestege, could be considered inevitable and even inevitable, then the fact that the kingdom was wiped out because a mob seized the capital is truly shameful.

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Therefore, at the current imperial council meeting, when faced with Marquis Besbea's request for assistance, Gerdav also chose to refuse: "...Your Excellency, the capital's garrison strength is currently less than ten thousand, barely enough to maintain city defense and security, let alone anything else. Therefore, we hope that the lords in various regions can raise their own troops to defend their territories—after all, isn't it the lord's duty to guard his own hereditary territory?"

"...If the royal family can no longer protect the safety of the noble territories, then why don't we ask other countries for help?"

A noble lord who had just fled to the capital stood up from the hall and loudly questioned, "...Whether it's the Holy Kingdom in the southwest, the Slan Theocracy in the southeast, or even our arch-enemy Bahars Empire in the northeast, they can all try to ask for help! After all, undead monsters are the common enemy of all mankind!"

Now is not the time to worry about saving face, Your Majesty and Your Excellencies!

"...Well, in fact, all the envoys seeking help from neighboring countries have already been dispatched. However, the Bahars Empire has yet to respond—because the Sorcerer King has occupied the fortress city of Yelantier, and envoys wishing to reach the Bahars Empire must traverse the occupied territory, risking interception by the enemy. The Slane Theocracy has stated that they are fully supporting the Dragon Kingdom in resisting the invasion of the orcish army from the east and cannot spare the resources to fight the Sorcerer King for the time being, hoping we can at least hold out until autumn. The Holy Kingdom has sent some knights into our southwestern border, but the number is too small, and they have become embroiled in the private feuds among the border nobles, so it will probably take a long time for them to reach the capital."

Marquis Raven replied with a wry smile, "...So, for quite some time to come, we'll have to persevere on our own..."

Thus, although Queen Lana's smooth ascension to the throne temporarily averted a civil war that would further exacerbate the already dire situation in the Kingdom of Riyestege, the overall state of affairs continued to deteriorate due to the royal family's preoccupation with its own problems and the incompetence and corruption of the nobles.

Chapter 186, The Cruel Game

The northeastern part of the Kingdom of Ri. Yestijer, the territory of Viscount Langdon

Albert stood among a group of ragged people, gazing at the castle standing before him, still feeling a sense of déjà vu.

The people around him came from all over the Kingdom of Riyestege, speaking various accents. The only thing they had in common was that they all carried weapons, or rather, things that resembled weapons—sharpened wooden poles, sharpened hoes, and some even carried spears and swords issued to the kingdom's soldiers.

Only Albert wore a suit of armor that had just been stripped from a corpse, as proof that he was the temporary leader of the group.

In fact, even Albert himself did not understand why he had inexplicably ended up participating in the rebellion.

Previously, Albert, who had served as a squad leader in the royal guard, had narrowly escaped from the nightmarish battlefield of the sandy hills. Next, he only wanted to go home, but on the way, he was intercepted and imprisoned by the lord's private army in the territory of Viscount Langdon. He was then turned from a defeated soldier into a slave laborer, forced to endlessly dig trenches, move stones, and build city walls under the whip and sticks.

—As the domestic situation descended into chaos, ambitious figures rose up throughout the Kingdom of Riyestege, bandits roamed freely, and noble feuds were frequent. While Viscount Langdon's territory had not yet been ravaged by war, it was not far from it. Furthermore, the Viscount's castle and surrounding passes had fallen into disrepair and required urgent repairs. Several villages and towns that lacked walls and fences also needed to have their defenses strengthened as soon as possible.

So, in order to speed up the repair of the castle and fortifications, the anxious Viscount Langdon not only conscripted all the able-bodied men in his territory, but also intercepted defeated soldiers fleeing from the front lines and refugees from other places, and then threw them all into the construction site.

As is well known, in the medieval world, performing labor and construction work was always a miserable job. Especially for outsiders like Albert, they were treated like free two-legged animals by Viscount Langdon. Not only were they forced to do the hardest and most dangerous work, but they also lived a life worse than cattle. Their daily food consisted of only a few handfuls of dirty wheat flour or moldy beans, and almost every day someone was worked to death.

This inhumane enslavement eventually sparked a massive riot that swept across various city fortification sites. Driven to desperation, the laborers, with the help of a group of mysterious figures who inexplicably infiltrated Viscount Langdon's territory, successfully killed the supervising soldiers and seized their weapons.

Amidst the chaos, Albert, a former junior officer with "leadership qualities," was elected leader of the rebellious slave laborers. After killing the guards, they first looted a granary, cooked a hearty meal, and then, incited and led by the mysterious men who had rescued them, prepared to attack the Viscount's castle, partly for revenge and partly to make a fortune.

—After actually getting their hands dirty with blood, these poor people suddenly developed a strong fighting spirit, or rather, a passion for robbery and slaughter.

After all, they had already come this far, and there was nothing left for them to worry about.

Of course, with Albert's ragged and poorly equipped men, it would be difficult for them to breach Viscount Langdon's castle.

Even if it was just a simple castle with some stones covering the rammed earth exterior, and not yet fully repaired. And the castle's garrison, caught off guard, probably couldn't even muster a hundred men—many knights and soldiers had already been killed by the rebellious slave laborers.

However, Albert and his fellow prisoners were not fighting alone this time; they had powerful external support.

"...Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

—With a series of dazzling flashes, a volley of massive fireballs rained down from the sky, instantly blasting several holes in the castle's rammed earth walls. Then, a second wave of fireballs blasted up, causing a tower, along with the walls on both sides, to sway and collapse!

Moreover, the collapsed rammed earth walls and towers formed a slope after they collapsed, allowing attackers to easily climb over and even walk inside, even without any siege equipment!

"...The wall collapsed! The wall collapsed!"

The hundreds of rebellious slave laborers gathered outside the city, along with local mobs who had rushed over hoping to get rich together, waved their weapons and cheered excitedly. Albert, though also excited, glanced back at the mysterious group of people who had just fired fireballs that had blasted down the city walls—a small squad of foreign warriors who claimed to be mercenaries hired by the Kingdom of Nazarick, but whose fighting prowess was comparable to that of a steel-level adventurer.

"...These are the subordinates of that Sorcerer King! They're just a reconnaissance squad, yet they have such powerful magic casters. They are truly beings that mortals cannot defeat!" Albert sighed silently in his heart, completely abandoning any thoughts of harming these foreigners. Instead, he brandished his blood-stained sword and led the charge towards the breach in the castle's outer wall.

And so, Viscount Langdon's castle fell amidst flames and cries of agony.

Although the members of the viscount family in the castle, regardless of age or gender, took up arms and tried to resist to the very end, they were eventually chopped into mincemeat by the frenzied mob. The young noblewomen were stripped naked and became the entertainment for the mob's open-air revelry and atrocities.

When the silver dragon Miss Lulutia and her magical cat Firi, who had come to observe the situation, secretly arrived to spy on the place, Viscount Langdon's castle had already become a playground for thugs. Everywhere there were cries of agony, and naked women would occasionally run out of the houses, only to be chased down by a large group of men, roaring or laughing, and dragged to the ground by their hair.

In the castle courtyard, the male members of Viscount Langdon's family were tightly bound to a row of wooden frames, serving as targets for the rebel soldiers to practice thrusting and archery. The commoners who had joined the rebellion initially hesitated, bows and spears in hand, facing their former masters. But after a few thrusts and arrows, their demeanor and expressions changed dramatically.

"...Could this idea of ​​exchanging pledges of loyalty have come from the players? Sigh, speaking of which, they're having a blast killing, burning, and rebelling all day long in this other world, but what if they can't resist the urge to do it after they log off? Wouldn't the whole country be thrown into chaos?"

Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia couldn't help but sigh, "...I always feel like this game is training rebellion experts and rebel reserves!"

When a region is plunged into war and turmoil, the collapse of social order often happens faster than imagined.

As Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia and Firi traveled, they discovered that, under the onslaught of fleeing soldiers, players, and rebellious peasants, at least half of the Kingdom of Ri.Estize was in a state of utter devastation, like a locust plague, a veritable ghost town. Burned villages littered the countryside, and corpses lay strewn along the roads. It had utterly degenerated into a terrifying place devoid of law and order, a land of slaughter, violence, and destruction.

However, while the indigenous inhabitants were filled with sorrow and despair in the face of such a nightmarish and turbulent world, the players who arrived in this world were generally enthusiastic and even enjoying it, feeling that only in such a war-torn and chaotic world could the game be "exciting enough"!

Therefore, Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia couldn't help but feel a little worried—if players had too much fun in the world of Overlord, would they be unable to resist doing the same thing in the real world (Golden Dragon Kingdom), embarking on a path of crime or even rebellion?

Phili dismissed the mistress's concerns with a shrug—not to mention that a large portion of the players from the Golden Dragon Kingdom who came to play the game "Overlord" were old men who were old and frail (rich and with plenty of free time), and even if they wanted to kill and set fires, they no longer had the strength.

Moreover, on modern Earth, all sorts of bloody, violent, and terrifying games, from PUBG to Counter-Strike, from Saya no Uta to Silent Hill, emerge every year, dazzling the eye. But the vast majority of PUBG experts who can pinpoint enemy locations by sound don't transform into happy killers in real life; instead, they continue to study, work, and be corporate slaves.

On the contrary, those devout desert true god followers who never play games are more adept at self-destruction, slaughter, burning, and kidnapping than anyone else...

—To give a similar example, how shameless would it be if the police in any country blamed the increase in high-IQ crimes and the decline in the crime-solving rate on detective novelists writing too well?

"...Well, I think, barring any unforeseen circumstances, most people should be able to distinguish between games and reality. After all, in games they have multiple lives, and no matter how reckless they are, they won't really die. But it's not like that in reality..."

Firi said casually, "...Once Ainz takes control of the underworld of this royal capital, we can add gangster elements to this game..."