The World of the Wise Man's Grandson
"Ah... not me..."
"The Sorcerer King?... That name suits me quite well!"
The Wise Man's grandson was quite confident in his magic—it was no problem for him to conjure nuclear bombs with his hands!
Even his grandfather, the Sage, might not surpass him in magical research!
"Shin, how about you call yourself the Sorcerer King from now on!"
Maria squinted her eyes and teasingly nudged his waist with her elbow...
"Stop joking... I'm still far from that..."
Shin smiled awkwardly. He hadn't reached that level yet...
[Fate World]
In the vast desert, three figures trudged through the wind and sand.
"I wonder what kind of existence this Sorcerer King is. I hope he is also a benevolent king..."
Bedivere touched the silver arm on his right hand, smiling slightly, a nostalgic look on his face, as if feeling the warmth of the past.
But his expression gradually grew solemn and complicated, tinged with sorrow...
The Lion King of the Holy City was not the king he knew...
That king would never do something like slaughtering people...
[Bleach World]
In Hueco Mundo, the man in front of the Sexta Espada, Aizen, calmly stared at the light screen. Another king?
"I wonder how strong this king is and what his IQ is like."
Aizen smiled faintly. He was never quite satisfied with the kings from other worlds...
After all, until now, those people had all played the role of saviors, which unconsciously reminded him of Kurosaki Ichigo.
All of them became kings for the sake of the world, not for themselves...
"I hope this time won't be disappointing..."
[Screen Begins]
[Red clouds covered the sky, like a lotus hell...]
[A group of warriors came to a massive hell palace...]
[Countless undead armies surged from the ground, charging toward them...]
["HAAAAH!!!"]
[The warriors charged forward, using their powerful skills to sweep away the undead!]
[Everyone displayed tremendous strength—the undead that emerged were quickly defeated!]
[Screen Ends]
[Konosuba World]
"Go! Destroy that undead!"
"That's it! Cut! Purify..."
Aqua jumped up excitedly. Nothing made her happier than seeing undead bite the dust!
"Kazuma! Look! Another group of undead who don't know their place!"
"Yeah... I see..."
Kazuma nodded. He hadn't expected it to be so exciting. Could the Sorcerer King be one of them?
These people were so strong. It would be so reassuring to have them as teammates!...
Demon Lord: "Damn, does this look like another world where the Demon Lord has fallen?..."
Undead: "Damn! We're getting beaten to this miserable state again?!"
The faces of undead across countless worlds twisted in anger... even though they didn't have faces...
They were just soldiers—was it really necessary to bully them like this?!...
[On Screen]
[After the soldiers dealt with the skeleton soldiers, they looked ahead...]
[Under lightning's illumination, several terrifying figures appeared in the darkness...]
[Not a single one was human—they were all terrifying monsters! Standing before the monsters was an undead wearing black robes and holding a golden scepter!]
[The moment the soldiers saw them appear, they broke out in cold sweat, their bodies beginning to tremble unconsciously...]
BOOM!!!
[Purple lightning struck down—all the soldiers fell instantly...]
["Hehehehe... Hahahahaha..."]
[The undead smiled contemptuously until the laughter gradually turned to wild laughter... Its hollow eyes emitted blood-red light, like a demon!]
[Extremely horrifying!!!]
[Screen Ends]
"Damn! That laugh is so scary..."
"Gulp... This monster can't be the real traveler, can it?..."
"Probably not... If it is... wouldn't that be the end of humanity?..."
Countless people were terrified by the undead at the front, their faces pale, their hearts trembling!
This was the first time they'd seen such a terrifying undead!
Even the Demon Lord Seiya had faced was far less terrifying than this!
"These monsters are strong! Not just the undead, but everyone behind him is very strong—even stronger than the undead!"
Seiya looked solemn. He couldn't deal with any of these monsters, even though there were so many of them!
"Hey hey! These people are also Demon Lords!"
Izayoi grew increasingly excited, the blood in his body boiling. He hadn't expected to see a gathering of Demon Lords!
"These are the real heroes!"
Garou had always been dissatisfied with so-called heroes defeating monsters!
Why couldn't monsters defeat humans in turn?
Now it was finally happening!
This drove him wild, and he couldn't wait to join their camp!
Villains across countless worlds wanted to have one of their representatives capable of defeating the so-called saviors...
This undead was their hero!...
[The picture turned, becoming extremely dark. Then a slightly lonely voice slowly sounded...]
["So happy... truly happy..."]
[In the splendid hall, there was a round table inlaid with gold wire. Forty-one seats neatly surrounded it...]
[The owner of the lonely voice opened his eyes, seeing a pile of history... A slime, like a lump of chocolate, sprawled on the chair, looking at him...]
["Long time no see... Momonga..."]
["Honestly, I didn't expect you to come... HeroHero..."]
[The owner of this gentle voice... was the terrifying undead!]
[Screen Ends]
[Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick]
The Guardians were so excited they finally met their creator...
Even though it was just a flash on the light screen, it was enough...
"HeroHero... long time no see... how have you been in that world?"
Ainz sat obediently on the throne. Even though his face showed no expression, it was still obvious he was very happy...
The maids created by HeroHero all had tears of excitement in their eyes, wanting to touch their creator...
Though it was close, it was beyond reach...
[On Screen]
[HeroHero looked around, a little surprised. He hadn't expected the Great Tomb of Nazarick to still be there...]
[Thanks to the president, Momonga, for taking care of it; these things still existed today...]
[Momonga shook his head. This was built by his companions. He would protect everyone's memories...]
[HeroHero grew tired and logged off...]
[After all, HeroHero had to work overtime every day...]
["Momonga... see you again in the future..."]
[Momonga raised his skeletal hand and looked at the empty hall, feeling lonely and alone...]
[The empty nester was at a loss...]
[He actually wanted HeroHero to stay but couldn't bring himself to ask. Everyone had their own lives...]
[Forty-one members had basically logged out... Now he was the only one left...]
[The happy times when everyone used to play games together... were always short-lived...]
[Screen Ends]
"I didn't expect this to be a game too!"
"But it's not a death game. How did he travel to another world?"
Touya looked at the familiar game interface and knew they were in a game, a virtual world just like him.
In the real world of Overlord, the black-hearted capitalists behind this game were dumbfounded...
Hadn't this damn thing been shut down?...
And the guild members who were still alive in the Great Tomb of Nazarick were also confused...
They had already given up on this game...
And on the day the server shut down, there was no news that anyone was trapped in the game world!
What was going on?
Confusion, doubt, and other emotions flooded their minds—they didn't understand what was happening now!...
[On Screen]
[Momonga held the guild weapon—Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown... This was the strongest guild weapon created by the forty-one of them!]
["Let's go... witness this last moment..."]
[Momonga opened the door and led Sebas and the battle maids to the great hall...]
["I hope... everyone in the guild can forgive me for this final willfulness..."]
[He sat on the Throne of Bones, and Albedo, the Guardian Overseer beside him, stood quietly with a smile on her face...]
["What is her setting?"]
[Momonga opened the panel and looked at Albedo's profile. His face froze. It turned out to be... 'bitch'... Truly a setting maniac, Tabula...]
[Momonga used the guild weapon to directly delete Albedo's last line and rewrite it as "Loves Momonga"...]
[However... after the modification, the skeleton's face turned red... How embarrassing...]
[Ahem...]
[He looked at the forty-one flags on both sides of the hall, each representing one of them...]
[As the time in the upper right corner ticked by... Momonga's mind gradually calmed...]
[However... it was twelve o'clock... He wasn't forcibly logged out... Instead, time kept passing... Any means of leaving were gone!]
[What confused him even more was... the NPCs were staring at him like real people...]
["What's going on!!!"]
[Pity... no one could answer him...]