The Emperor flew through the sky, using not magic but the psychic power of his own world. Tzeentch's infiltration and corruption of this world had also made his movements easier. Had this been the pristine and untainted world it once was, he truly would not have been able to travel so swiftly between every corner of the continent.
The places the Emperor needed to search were familiar to Ainz: the bases left behind by guilds that had once been transported here. The people of this world had bestowed upon these places the title of death, for what roamed within were either traps and constructs left behind by the guilds, or NPCs who had lost their masters and slaughtered anyone who approached in their confusion.
Such things were not obstacles to the Emperor at all. The sheer presence of his landing was enough to crush every demon and specter and render the traps useless. He searched through the ruins of guild after guild, verifying his conjectures through the words he found.
The Emperor picked up a diary thick with dust. Its owner had been a talkative fellow, filling the book with tens of thousands of words merely to record his feelings.
After being transported to another world, he had first been lost and helpless, then overjoyed, and finally obsessed with the thought of returning home. In essence, he and Ainz, who wished to find his friends, were alike. They had simply chosen different paths. Ainz wanted to conquer this world and establish his rule, while this man only wanted to manage his own little domain and could not be bothered to wage war outside it.
"So that's how it is... This is merely a game world... Ainz and the others all came from a world beyond the game... No, from a