...The world we live in is not the one that beings see, for sentient beings perceive only a fraction of what it truly is. Not all can see infrared or radio waves, yet they exist. The same principle applies to perspective and morality. What one considers evil, another sees as just. But the world doesn’t care. Whether things happen,one way or another .
It may seem disturbing to humans, but the world doesn’t care if you murder, rape, or pillage. To the world, things simply happen. Things are created and destroyed, and the one who remains is the winner. Like in a video game, whether you gained experience through good or evil means is irrelevant. The one who is strongest wins--always. Karma does not matter.
The same principle existed in the world of Yggdrasil, where humans played the virtual game, role-playing as either good or bad guys. But that principle was entirely man-made, a necessity. After all, a society cannot exist if everyone kills each other. Morality was created to keep the upper class in power while also ensuring the lower classes remained relatively safe from criminals.
Blue Planet was the name of this world in another dimension, or as its inhabitants call it, "Blue" because of the vast oceans. Others call it "Earth" due to the land, but the recognized name is "Helda," in the ancient language of the dragons--though the meaning of the word has long been lost.
Helda is inhabited by different races, all struggling to survive. The most desperate is the Theocracy, the first human nation in Helda and the oldest. They are afraid--because humans are weak compared to other races. But the Theocracy implemented the "God-Kin," human blood mixed with other powerful beings, descended from the heroes who founded the nation.
Re-Estize Kingdom--recently conquered by the Sorcerer Kingdom.
The Empire--a vassal state of the Sorcerer Kingdom.
The Sorcerer Kingdom--the current superpower. There is no nation that can oppose them. No creature, except perhaps the ancient dragons, can truly challenge their might.
Yet the fools in the Theocracy have angered the Sorcerer King--an undead ruler known as "the strongest sorcerer on Helda." Their most powerful God-Kin was sent to the Elf capital to deal with the elf king. But she disappeared. And when news of the Sorcerer Kingdom declaring war arrived, it only confirmed the dreaded theory: "No-Death," the strongest God-Kin, had been eliminated by the Sorcerer Kingdom.
In Nazarick, the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, sat upon his throne. He gave the order.
The invasion of the Theocracy would begin.
The fools from the Slane theocracy believed they would win-because of morality, because of righteousness, because they thought the gods favored them.
But in reality, the powerful always win. Karma does not matter.
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The grand halls of the Great Tomb of Nazarick were silent, save for the flickering of magical flames that cast long, ominous shadows across the walls. The air was thick with an almost tangible reverence as the Floor Guardians knelt before the throne, their heads bowed in utmost devotion.
Seated upon the gilded throne was the undisputed ruler of Nazarick, the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown. His skeletal visage betrayed no emotion, yet the oppressive aura of his presence alone made even the most powerful beings in Nazarick feel as though they were in the presence of an unfathomable deity.
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The preparations for war were well underway.
Ainz, exuding an aura of absolute command, turned his gaze toward one of his most trusted subordinates.
“Albedo, how go the preparations for the invasion of the Theocracy?”
The Overseer of the Guardians, in her elegant yet battle-ready attire, pressed her forehead even lower against the cold marble floor. Her voice, filled with adoration and unwavering loyalty, with conviction.
“The preparations are complete, Ainz-sama.”
She did not raise her head. To her, lowering herself before Ainz Ooal Gown was not merely respect,it was an acknowledgment of the vast, insurmountable gap between their existences.
Ainz nodded in approval.
“Good.”
His gaze shifted.
“Demiurge.”
The demon, ever sharp and calculating, immediately responded, bowing even lower than Albedo. Albedo''s golden eyes flickered toward him, but Demiurge, as always, remained unaffected.
“Yes, oh Supreme One."
“Rise, and explain the plan so all may fully understand the course of action.”
“As you command, Supreme One.”
Demiurge straightened himself with elegant precision, adjusting his glasses as he turned to address his fellow Guardians. As he did, the others followed, rising in unison, their attention fully on him.
“The fools of the Theocracy have made the grave mistake of angering our lord. Thus, we have devised a decisive strategy to utterly annihilate them.”
The Guardians listened with attention.
Demiurge pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his tail swaying slightly behind him as he continued.
“Firstly, though the Theocracy is nothing before Ainz-sama’s might, we must not underestimate them. There exists the possibility that they possess World Items."
At the mention of World Items, silence fell upon the room. The mere thought of relics capable of rivaling the power of the Supreme Beings was enough to warrant caution.
“Their forces are comprised of several key groups,” Demiurge continued. “At the top are the God-Kin--beings infused with the blood of humans and other species, created through selective breeding over generations. They are the direct descendants of ancient heroes.”
He adjusted his glasses once more, his sharp intellect processing countless contingencies.
“Among them, one is called ‘No-Death.’ She was the strongest among them--estimated to be level 80. The rest of the God-Kin range between levels 40 to 70, but she stood at the pinnacle, an unparalleled warrior. However, thanks to Ainz-sama, she has already been dealt with.”
A brief pause. The Guardians nodded in understanding, their eyes filled with admiration.
“Beneath the God-Kin are those who have yet to reach the title of ‘Hero.’ Their estimated strength is around level 30. They pose little threat to us.”
A trace of disdain entered Demiurge’s voice.
“Lastly, there is the standard infantry--close in strength to the Empire’s elite forces, but ultimately, nothing more than fodder. They will serve as mere stepping stones in Ainz-sama’s grand plan.”
Demiurge turned his gaze toward Ainz, his voice filled with reverence.
“Ainz-sama has given the order: we shall show no mercy, and we shall strike swiftly. Thus, we will employ a two-pronged strategy. First, we shall use the Lizardmen and Empire’s armies as expendable forces to gauge their strength. Then-”
Demiurge continued outlining the plan in precise detail, every step meticulously calculated, every move a testament to the sheer brilliance of their Supreme Ruler.
However-
Ainz, seated upon his throne, was in the midst of an internal crisis.
(Oh no... I really did it this time. I acted on emotion and declared war out of anger. Now that I think about it, this might not have been the best decision...)
A deep sigh involuntarily escaped his skeletal mouth.
The sound was almost imperceptible. Almost.
But to the Guardians, who hung onto his every breath, it was akin to the shifting of the heavens themselves.
Mare, his small form trembling, hesitantly spoke.
“A-Ainz-sama?”
Ainz muttered, almost absentmindedly.
“That woman...”
Demiurge''s eyes widened. A sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt. His mind raced at an unfathomable speed, and then-he trembled.
A dark, ecstatic smile formed on his lips.
“Sasuga, Ainz-sama!!”
The other Guardians, confused at first, quickly followed suit.
Albedo gasped, her eyes gleaming with admiration.
“Of course! Using the heroes we have frozen to counter the God-Kin! Truly, Ainz-sama has already foreseen everything!
Ainz blinked.
(Eh?)
Demiurge, overwhelmed by his own excitement, continued.
“Indeed! Taking advantage of that human, Brain Unglaus, and the other frozen talents, enhancing and brainwashing them to defeat the God-Kin--this will demoralize the Theocracy and ensure their utter devastation. At the same time, it will elevate Ainz-sama’s name to even greater heights!”
Ainz’s jaw nearly dropped.
(Ehh? How did this escalate so quickly?)
The Guardians, now up , collectively bowed their heads once more.
Demiurge, his eyes filled with ecstasy, declared:
“Ainz-sama, your wisdom is truly boundless!"
“Sasuga, Ainz-sama!!” the Guardians echoed in unison."
Ainz’s skeletal mouth opened slightly.
“Ehhh??”
And so, what had begun as an impulsive declaration of war had now transformed into an even more terrifyingly efficient invasion strategy-one born not from careful planning, but from the sheer, unstoppable momentum of the Sorcerer King’s "supreme wisdom."
Thus, the invasion was set in motion.
And soon, the Theocracy would learn the meaning of true despair.
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