Lin Xiao stood on a wasteland rooftop in the year 2138, surrounded by acid rain and toxic fog, looking down at the cyberpunk hell barely clinging to life below.
He did not act immediately. He merely gazed deeply at the desolate land that capitalism had gnawed to the bone.
"Nature's Will lamenting, huh..."
A glimmer passed through Lin Xiao's eyes, and then he lightly drew a line through the air.
"Whoosh."
Light and shadow swirled, and the rust on the metal beneath his feet, along with the pungent exhaust fumes, vanished in an instant.
At this moment, in the front courtyard of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The fading light of sunset spilled across the neatly arranged wheat fields.
Having just finished a day's inspection of the farm work, Ainz Ooal Gown took off his battered straw hat and leaned wearily against the wooden fence by the ridge.
Beside him, Demiurge held a thick ledger and devoutly reported on the progress of compost fermentation, while Albedo quietly offered a clean towel from the side.
Ainz's skeletal frame was filled with the drained, post-work exhaustion of his former life as an overworked office drone.
Although he no longer had to pretend to be a great demon king, leading a bunch of demons in farming had not made him any less mentally exhausted.
"Demiurge, put the tools away first... We'll continue tomorrow."
Ainz weakly waved a bony hand.
Just then.
"Tap."
A set of unhurried footsteps sounded by the field ridge.
Demiurge and Albedo stiffened, instinctively preparing to stand guard. But the moment they recognized the visitor, both guardians immediately lowered their eyes, stepped aside obediently, and bowed their heads in respect.
It was Lin Xiao, strolling over.
"G-Group Leader?!"
Ainz jolted in fright. The towel in his hand nearly fell into