Looking Forward to Another World

Riezel knew that E-Rantel had already caught someone’s attention.

Khajiit, a magic caster controlling undead, was secretly scheming to turn E-Rantel into an undead city, transforming everyone in it into undead.

It went without saying that once it became a city filled with undead, even stronger undead would inevitably arise within.

Khajiit planned to use a ritual to transform himself into an intelligent, immortal, high-tier undead in this undead city, and to achieve this, he was making preparations in E-Rantel’s cemetery, using its environment and the power of a magic item he possessed, creating and summoning as many undead as he could in secret and organizing an undead army.

If the undead army attacked E-Rantel, without Orichalcum or Adamantite Adventurers defending the city, it wouldn’t have been impossible for them to overrun E-Rantel and turn it into an undead city.

To make things worse, Khajiit had even teamed up with a traitor from the Slane Theocracy’s Black Scripture named Clementine, gaining her assistance.

One should know that the Six Scriptures were the highest-ranking organization under the Six Cardinals of the Slane Theocracy, with the Black Scripture as the strongest among them. Each member had stepped into the Realm of Heroes, a level of strength terrifyingly hard to match for the natives of this world.

Riezel knew about the presence of these two, their intentions, and that they would inevitably fail.

Once they officially launched their operation against E-Rantel, they would fall right into the hands of a player aiming to make a name for himself as an adventurer.

Yes, that player was none other than Ainz.

In the original work, Ainz had used these two as stepping stones to build his reputation, foiled their plot, protected E-Rantel, and racked up plenty of achievements.

From this event onward, the adventurer known as ’Momon’ gained widespread fame, paving the way for all of Ainz’s later plans to succeed smoothly.

Considering this, the event was clearly perfect for Riezel to mess with Ainz.

’If he sent his minions to mess with me, then I’d be letting myself down if I didn’t mess with him too, right?’

Riezel had this kind of plan in mind after becoming the one responsible for the previous incident.

If his memory was right, there would be two Ainz-related events happening around E-Rantel in the next few days.

One was the scheme of Khajiit and Clementine to turn E-Rantel into an undead city, which would be directly tied to Ainz’s plan to gain fame as an adventurer, while the other involved a Floor Guardian from the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

When Ainz arrived in E-Rantel as Momon, the Floor Guardian received instructions from him to capture the natives of this world for intelligence gathering and experimentation.

During this operation, however, the Floor Guardian unexpectedly encountered a group of unwelcome guests from the Slane Theocracy, ended up getting mind-controlled by them, lost control of her actions, and became a wandering monster hostile to anyone who attacked her.

In fact, this was the event Riezel had mentioned before—an opportunity to reap some benefits from the Overlord.

Needless to say, a Floor Guardian betraying the Great Tomb of Nazarick would be nothing short of a catastrophic event for Ainz, who deeply cherished anything related to Nazarick.

When that happened, Ainz naturally needed information and wanted to know who had orchestrated everything and what exactly had transpired, which would be Riezel’s cue to step in as the ’information dealer’.

However, now he didn’t want to just wait for the opportunity to come to him; he wanted to take the initiative.

’Alright, let’s go find those two.’

Having come to a decision, Riezel cast Fly, left the city, and immediately headed to the cemetery.

However, when he arrived above the cemetery and wanted to land on the mausoleum in the center, he happened to catch an interesting scene unfolding below.

”I wonder what kind of face that adventurer who saved Gazef Stronoff will make?”

”How many bones will I need to break, how many muscles to tear apart, before he starts begging for mercy?”

”Aah~ I can’t wait to find out~”

”Hehehe... Hehehehe...”

Landing on the top of the mausoleum, Riezel heard Clementine’s horrifying laugh after she spoke these words, causing his expression to suddenly turn strange.

After a moment of silence, Riezel spoke up.

”Hey, the adventurer you’re talking about, the one whose bones you’re going to break and muscles you’re going to tear apart—you’re not talking about me, are you?”

As soon as these words left Riezel’s mouth and reached Khajiit and Clementine’s ears, both of them froze.

”Who?!”

Khajiit reacted first, raising the black staff in his hand toward the direction where the voice had come from.

”Acid Javelin!”

Without hesitation, Khajiit chanted a magic spell, causing the jewel at the tip of his black staff to shine with magical energy.

In the next second, a liquid javelin formed from strong acid gathered at the front of the staff, transforming into a projectile that shot violently toward Riezel.

*Swish!*

Seeing this, Riezel gently tilted his body, effortlessly avoiding the incoming attack.

Surprisingly, his movement was calm and unhurried, his expression unchanged, and even his gaze never left Khajiit and Clementine, as if the attack just now hadn’t even existed.

”Tch...”

Khajiit clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Clementine, on the other hand, lifted her head and stared at Riezel in astonishment.

”...When?”

Murmuring to herself, Clementine kept her eyes fixed on Riezel.

Clearly, the former Ninth Seat in the Black Scripture was surprised—surprised that she hadn’t noticed Riezel approaching.

She was a powerful warrior, someone who had already entered the Realm of Heroes, so her senses were far superior to others. Her sharp intuition also made her highly skilled at detecting danger, to the point where even experts from the Windflower Scripture, who specialized in espionage, couldn’t get close to her without her noticing.

For this reason, Riezel flying in so smoothly without her detecting him was a shock to her.

’Did he use concealment magic?’

If that was the case, then why didn’t the magic item she carried, one that would alert her to such magic, react at all?

Clementine was puzzled.

What she didn’t know was that Riezel hadn’t used concealment magic simply because there was no need.

Why should he?

Riezel had never intended to sneak up on them in the first place.

As for why Riezel wasn’t detected, it was simply because those who had mastered the Selfless State could shut off their fighting spirit and aura, making them appear as ordinary, insignificant people to others, with no presence at all.

Because of this, many people found Riezel to be both contradictory and mysterious—he should have been very noticeable, yet had no presence at all, which was very bizarre.

As long as Riezel didn’t make any deliberate movements, those who couldn’t see him directly would find it hard to notice him at first.

”You’re Khajiit and Clementine, right?”

Riezel looked down at the two from above, confirming their names from the original work in his memory.

”Didn’t expect you two to come out on your own... Well, this sure saves me a lot of time and trouble.”

Riezel jumped down from the top of the mausoleum and landed in front of Khajiit and Clementine, making them stare speechlessly at him as he casually descended and landed before them.

”Are you... Riezel Brynhart?” Khajiit asked, his expression and tone gloomy.

”Oh? You know me?” Riezel responded indifferently.

”Not really...” Khajiit sneered. ”But if we’re talking about who’s the most famous and acknowledged as the strongest in E-Rantel lately, the first name that comes to mind is definitely yours.”

What he meant was that anyone powerful enough to get this close without them noticing was, in his view, likely the adventurer named Riezel Brynhart, who had been making waves recently.

”Heh...” Clementine grinned, eyeing Riezel up and down as her composure returned. ”We were just talking about you, and here you come, all on your own... Could this be a blessing from the God I abandoned long ago, I wonder~?”

”Blessing from the God?” Riezel glanced indifferently at Clementine and then smiled slightly. ”I hope you still feel that way later.”

In the next moment, Riezel took a step forward, but this single step made Khajiit react strongly.

”Stop!” Khajiit raised his black staff, pointing it at Riezel. ”Riezel Brynhart, why are you here?!”

Riezel ignored the question and continued walking toward the two of them, step by step.

”I told you to stop!”

Khajiit’s face twisted with anger, and without delay, he launched a few acid javelins from his staff, aimed at Riezel’s head, chest, and abdomen, speeding toward him.

Riezel, however, continued walking, casually sidestepping with the ease of a stroll, dodging the incoming acid projectiles one by one, his steps and posture still composed.

At this point, even if he was stupid, Khajiit understood that this young man was not here with good intentions.

Although he didn’t know why Riezel had suddenly come to this place or if he had discovered something he shouldn’t have, he decided that he couldn’t let this famous adventurer go, just to be safe.

”Foolish adventurer, don’t blame me... If anyone is to blame, it’s you for coming to a place you shouldn’t be in the middle of the night!”

Khajiit spoke without a trace of sympathy, raising his other hand, which held an irregular, round-shaped object.

”It might be a bit early to use this, but eliminating a potential threat here wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

”Let me show you the power of this treasure!”

”Come forth! Unleash your power, Orb of Death!”

Suddenly, the object in Khajiit’s hand glowed brightly.

*Rumble—!*

Instantly, the entire cemetery began to tremble, and before long, many silhouettes appeared behind Khajiit and let out roars, gradually revealing their true forms in the moonlight.