A Nine-Story Terrace Begins with Piled Earth

Hades did not choose a combat-oriented class for his third race. Possessing the ultimate Warrior and the ultimate Magic Caster was already sufficient; adding another combat class would not result in a sum greater than its parts, but might instead lead to a decline in strength due to an overwhelming number of skills and complex operations.

However, this might only be true within YGGDRASIL. Now that he was in the real world, the traits of the Undead were affecting his mind. For someone who had been human, the sensation was not exactly pleasant, yet his mind remained unexpectedly calm.

The moment he felt panic upon seeing his skeletal hands, his emotions had smoothed over in the blink of an eye. It felt as if his composure were being forcibly maintained, and Hades judged this to be a trait brought about by his Undead body.

Therefore, he reasoned that if his third class were a combat class, he might be able to shed the shackles of his human body thanks to the Undead traits, allowing him to calmly coordinate the magic and skills of all three classes to achieve the most powerful effect.

Of course, this was merely a guess Hades had made when he first became an Undead; he had no way of knowing the reality. The current class combination was one he had chosen after testing dozens of variations.

While it could not be called perfect, it allowed him to face any scenario. In terms of weighing pros and cons, the benefits certainly outweighed the drawbacks.

Thus, he chose a production class for his third slot. This not only facilitated the repair of his own equipment but also saved him funds. Although he had not been short on money in his original world, he had no desire to be a sucker.

Compared to combat classes, there were not many types of production classes. For these, one's ability was determined by proficiency—in short, one had to constantly produce items or equipment to raise that level.

Hades's third racial character had all one hundred levels filled with production classes, so this character possessed virtually no combat capability.

In YGGDRASIL, this was naturally no issue for players dedicated solely to production, but because the operator mandated that one person could only register one account, very few people would completely abandon combat ability for the sake of a production class.

Players like Hades, who used all one hundred levels for production, were rare, but because Hades possessed the "Seed of the World Tree," he naturally did not care about such class combinations.

Despite being an Elf, Hades did not feel much of a difference compared to being human, which put his mind at ease. Because of his experience as an Undead, he had assumed the Elven body would also possess sensations vastly different from a human's, but as it stood, there were no changes.

"Judging by the current situation, the items and abilities from YGGDRASIL are usable." Hades rubbed his chin, looked at the haystack in front of him, and suddenly reached out.

"Greater Appraisal Magic Items."

As the magical light flashed, a string of information was shoved into his brain, and Hades obtained the details regarding the haystack.

Item: Haystack

Magic Effect: None

"Ugh..."

Hades felt like a fool. Did something like this even need appraisal? Anyone could see with their eyes that it was a pile of hay, yet he had used a seventh-tier magic spell to identify it.

If he were in YGGDRASIL, he would have cursed himself for being too idle, but now, he was simply testing whether he could cast magic.

Although the Elf character belonged to a production class, it was not entirely devoid of magic and skills. For instance, the Blacksmith class could provide him with 10 levels of combat, and when added to the 15 levels of the base "Warrior" class, he possessed 25 levels as a Warrior.

Of course, this was also because the Warrior class provided certain stat bonuses to the Blacksmith, which was why, when coordinating his production classes, Hades had abandoned the Chef class he deemed useless and chose the Warrior instead.

As for the Alchemist and other pharmacy-related classes, they combined to provide him with 45 levels of spellcasting, allowing him to cast up to seventh-tier magic.

However, while he possessed Warrior and spellcasting levels, this did not mean he could learn standard skills or magic for Warriors and Magic Casters.

The skills and magic possessed by the Elf character were almost entirely related to production. Even with a certain degree of combat capability, it was hardly worth mentioning to a standard level-100 player from YGGDRASIL.

"Items can be used, and magic can be used, but skills..."

Hades looked around. The livestock shed did not look very sturdy; if he used a skill, it would likely cause more than just a commotion—the shed might collapse.

Enri's father had kindly taken him in, and he could not go around destroying their property.

"Hmm... I remember there was a forest when I came here."

Hades touched the "Seed of the World Tree" and activated it, shifting into his Undead character. Although the sensation of being an Undead was not pleasant, only the Undead character could use teleportation magic.

"Greater Teleportation."

The scene before his eyes shifted, and Hades arrived above the forest he had passed earlier. This place was a distance away from the village, so it wouldn't matter if he caused a stir, and it also maintained a certain distance from Nazarick.

"Nazarick..."

Hades's thoughts suddenly stalled. He looked toward the direction of Nazarick, and the "Seed of the World Tree" suddenly appeared in his hand. After a moment, however, he put it back.

Hades did not know if he would have transmigrated to this world had he not come to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Perhaps he would have, perhaps not.

Come to think of it, the reason he had logged in was because of that battle with the guild master of "Ainz Ooal Gown" years ago. Of course, for him, that was already a thing of the past; he had only come to Nazarick to put a period on his youth.

Yet, he had never expected to encounter such a bizarre situation. The grudges of the past were over for him, and he had no reason to blame the Ainz Ooal Gown guild for his current predicament.

Arriving in reality, and seemingly not in his original world—there had to be a reason for such a strange occurrence.

Hades did not believe that anything in the world happened without a cause. In his original world, he was part of the "winning team" in life, and he did not want to stay in this near-primitive world forever.

However...

Hades glanced once more in the direction of Nazarick.

Could any members of such a guild, which had committed evil in YGGDRASIL, have also arrived here?

Although the Great Tomb of Nazarick had arrived in this world, if no one had been online when the game shut down, they likely would not have come here.

No, that was not necessarily absolute. He could not contact the six members of his own guild, and Hades believed they would have stayed until the very end, being forcibly logged out of the game.

If the condition for transmigration was being online, then why couldn't he contact the six members of his guild who were online? Perhaps it was just a random selection from the players who were online.

Thinking this way, Hades felt slightly more at ease. Perhaps Nazarick was now just an empty shell, with no players inside.

But regardless, the most pressing matter at the moment was not Nazarick, but understanding this world.