Your Life Really Is Pathetic

As more and more Guardians openly stepped forward to support Shalltear, Old Bones immediately felt an enormous weight of pressure.

Because he had never intended to go to war with someone who had transmigrated from Earth and possessed some kind of power he did not understand at all.

Before transmigrating, after all, he had merely been a failure who had graduated elementary school and lived at the very bottom of society.

Perhaps he could draw a slight sense of superiority over the natives of this medieval-like fantasy world through the class levels, weapons and equipment, magical items, and powerful NPCs of the Great Tomb of Nazarick provided by the game YGGDRASIL.

But when facing Allen, who had displayed such overwhelming power, Ainz had no confidence in himself whatsoever.

Especially after secretly observing the strength of licensed official Hunters such as the Black Sword Team and Blue Rose, he had already given up on approaching the human world. He had planned to completely annex the Demi-human Tribal Plains to the southwest, then shut himself away and slowly play with these intelligent but primitive tribal Alien Races and monsters.

But what Old Bones had never expected was that his NPCs had far too many ideas of their own.

Demiurge, who had defied orders and acted on his own, was like that. Shalltear, bloodthirsty and battle-hungry, was no different.

Right now, no one regretted more than him creating a Guild made up of demons, undead, vampires, insects, and other strange races.

If they had been humans, Dwarves, Elves, or similar races, they surely could have easily integrated into human society rather than being driven to the edge of a cliff like this.

*Damn it! What the hell am I supposed to do? If only someone from the Guild had transmigrated to this world