Little Devil, You Still Don't Understand the Terror of Humans

Silence!

With the secret buried deepest in his heart so easily exposed by the other party, Ainz's mind descended into chaos.

Whether it was the inexplicable sense of superiority he had felt toward the local natives after being transported here, or his confidence in his own strength and that of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, all of it vanished without a trace. All that remained was fear of the stranger before him.

Because he realized that the other party knew everything about him, while he knew nothing about the other party.

For an ordinary person, such a massive psychological gap would have completely shattered their confidence and mental defenses.

But he was undead, so no matter what sort of blow he suffered, he would not suffer a complete mental and psychological collapse like an ordinary person.

Watching Old Bones' strange reaction, Allen's lips curled slightly into an amused smile. He casually picked up a dossier collected and organized over this period of time and tossed it in front of him. "Here, take a look. I imagine you're very eager to learn about the general situation in this world, as well as the matter of Yggdrasil players being transported here. Once you finish reading, we can discuss factions and positions."

"Th... thank you!"

Ainz hurriedly took it and began flipping through it at an incredible speed.

The more he read, the more shocked he became.

In just a few minutes, his undead forced calm triggered at least a dozen times.

Six Gods!

Eight Greed Kings!

Thirteen Heroes!

Beginning with the first group six hundred years ago, a group of players who arrived together with their Guild appeared, on average, every hundred years.

Some of them united and led the humans of this world, who had long suffered oppression, persecution, and enslavement,