The Most Painful Thing in the World

After ordering the Guardians not to approach areas of human activity and not to harm humans, Old Bones, exhausted in both body and mind, quickly returned to his room and threw himself onto the soft bed, trying to relax that tightly wound nerve through such a method.

Though fatigue was not something that should appear in an undead being.

Under immense pressure, physical exhaustion might have vanished, but mental and spiritual fatigue was unavoidable.

If possible, he truly wanted to close his eyes and sleep, then forget all his troubles when he opened them again, just like when he had been bullied and scolded by his superiors at work before being transported here.

Unfortunately, undead creatures did not need sleep, nor did they know how to rest.

Moreover, as he grew increasingly accustomed to this skeletal body, he found himself becoming more and more indifferent and detached toward everything in the world.

Even his various senses were slowly fading, leaving only the faintest traces behind.

And deep in his heart, he desperately craved intense external stimulation to prove that he was still alive.

Without a doubt, if Allen had not been the mountain pressing down on his head, Ainz would probably have begun letting himself go even earlier than in the original story.

After all, in the original story, he could at least disguise himself as an adventurer and wander around human cities, slowing this transformation by coming into contact with humans and experiencing intense emotions such as love, hatred, anger, and gratitude.

But now, forget about going to human settlements—he was even strictly forbidden from leaving this forest.

However, while Old Bones hid in his room and tried to escape it all, the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick had already gathered together in silence.

"Albedo! Just how