It's You

"Yes, Lord Hades." Number One Hanzo acknowledged the order.

"Do you know how to draw? Hmm... never mind, wait a moment." After asking, Hades suddenly remembered something. A black square box appeared in his hand, which he handed to Number One Hanzo.

"What is this, Lord Hades?" Number One Hanzo asked, holding the box.

"You don't know what this is?" Hades asked.

"This subordinate does not know," Number One Hanzo replied.

"Oh, I see. Watch how I use it." Hades took it back and began explaining the function of the camera to Hanzo. Although YGGDRASIL was set in Norse mythology and its civilization was limited to the Middle Ages, it was a game after all, and it contained many miscellaneous modern items and props.

Hades had assumed that since Hanzo was also a product of YGGDRASIL, he would recognize a camera, but it seemed that wasn't the case; the cognition of these NPCs was likely limited to their basic settings.

After teaching Number One Hanzo how to use the camera, Hades had him hide within the Magic Caster Guild. If the human level cap was only 42, then a monster like Hanzo, whom even level 100 NPCs would find difficult to detect, would be completely invisible to the natives.

Hades had considered changing his appearance and repeating the earlier incident with the two girls to dilute their impression of him, but upon reflection, he felt that doing so would only make things worse.

Since there was a risk of exposure, rather than digging a deeper hole, it was better to dispatch Hanzo to monitor the area and record everyone who came by.

Hades speculated that if Momonga wanted to find out who had assassinated him, besides conducting a secret investigation, he would likely use himself as bait to lure the enemy out.

Since it was confirmed that resurrection items were effective, the possibility of Momonga showing himself was even higher. In formal PvP, some players would intentionally lose the first round, not only to lull the opponent into a false sense of security but also to gather intelligence to ensure victory in the subsequent two rounds.

Hades felt that Momonga would likely adopt this strategy, so there was a possibility that Momonga himself would appear here in the near future.

If he came to the Magic Caster Guild, Hades could be informed in advance, though considering his undead appearance, he might send his own NPCs or disguise himself.

Regardless of the situation, judging others by himself, the probability of Nazarick members coming to the Magic Caster Guild was not zero, so planting a hidden scout was necessary.

As Number One Hanzo left, Hades walked out of the alley, suddenly feeling a bit lost. With the strength of this other world being so low, did he really need to continue being an adventurer?

Originally, he had three goals for becoming an adventurer: to make money, to hide his identity, and to scout for helpers.

But since this world had scrolls—even low-level ones—as long as he found the materials, he could craft them himself and sell them at a low price.

He had no desire to use his own materials to craft items right now; heaven knows what kind of hellhole this world was. All his materials were strategic assets, even the low-level ones.

As for scouting for helpers, forget it. He estimated that a thousand of them wouldn't be as useful as a single summoned mercenary.

The only reason to continue the path of an adventurer was to hide his identity.

Helpless, he decided to remain an adventurer for a while longer; at the very least, there were no bookstores here where he could buy books on "World History" to read.

He could obtain some intelligence from his adventurer teammates without drawing too much attention to himself.

His mood had been pleasant while heading to the Magic Caster Guild, but now, the journey to the adventurer's inn felt complicated.

Although he knew that "Ainz Ooal Gown" wouldn't be so easily wiped out, he hadn't thought it was an impossible task at the time. But now, if this world really was only at this level, Hades felt it would be better to hide his name and enjoy life as soon as possible.

After all, as long as he was determined not to stand out, those heteromorphs couldn't do anything to him unless they slaughtered the entire world.

With heavy steps, Hades followed the map's guidance and found the adventurer's inn that Old Burke had mentioned. The half-door of the inn looked a bit like a Western-style saloon.

However, the sign clearly read "Inn." The building occupied a large area and was three stories tall, constructed entirely of wood, which masked some of its age and instead gave it a distinct style.

Although the sun hadn't set yet, after all the trouble he'd been through, it was nearly dinner time, and a few figures could be seen inside the inn.

Hades stepped forward and pushed open the swinging doors. A smell of alcohol and mold rushed to meet him. The hall was filled with dozens of wooden tables, and at the far end was a bar counter covered in various bottles. A middle-aged man who looked like both the owner and the bartender was standing there, wiping a glass.

The environment here was worlds apart from the inn where he was staying. Hades couldn't help but frown. As he walked in, the scattered guests cast unfriendly glances his way, and the previously rowdy atmosphere quieted down.

Those people were wearing what were clearly protective gear or armor, and many had weapons strapped to their waists or resting nearby. Needless to say, these people were adventurers.

Hades, stared at by so many hostile gazes, didn't feel the slightest bit intimidated. Because of his status in his original world, there was no type of gaze he hadn't experienced, and he had even faced much larger scenes than this.

But what should he do now? Hades was a bit troubled. He hadn't come here to stay at the inn, but to find adventurer teammates who could explain the basic knowledge of this other world to him, so he naturally wouldn't go to the bar to ask for a room.

Hades, under the scrutiny of those hostile eyes, scanned the adventurers in the hall, hoping to find someone he could talk to. He instinctively rejected the adventurers who were huddled together in groups.

The adventurers sitting in groups looked at him with contempt; seeking out such people was just asking for trouble. However, besides contempt, there didn't seem to be any other emotion in their gazes.

Perhaps it was because of his physique. Old Burke had said that adventurer inns almost never saw anyone other than adventurers, so seeing his thin frame, they instinctively assumed he was a weakling.

Although his character wasn't short—about 1.8 meters tall—compared to those burly, thick-limbed men, he looked more like a frail magic caster, yet his attire lacked the typical style of one.

As Hades scanned the room, he suddenly noticed someone at a round table who wasn't looking at him, but was instead busy fiddling with a glass bottle.

Very well, I choose you.