Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do? For many people, these are philosophical questions that may take a lifetime to think about.

But it is indeed a very realistic problem for someone who is in a confused state.

After all, he was waiting for the server to be shut down in his favorite game in which he had invested a lot of time, money and energy. The next second, he found that the logout interface was gone, and he, his entire guild and all the NPCs appeared in a completely unfamiliar world.

Especially when one's identity changes from a human being with rich emotions and a lot of primitive instincts, desires and impulses to a cold undead, the feeling is very strange and indescribable.

But I don't know why, but I adapted to it in a very short time, as if it was supposed to be this way.

However, what really makes him panic is that those NPCs in the game that have no intelligence at all are now alive one by one, and have the personalities set by the players when they created them.

This is simply a terrible nightmare for a salesperson whose parents have both passed away, who has no friends in real life, who is at the bottom of society, who is often bullied by his superiors and colleagues, and who also has a bit of social phobia.

Especially when seeing those "alive" NPCs staring at me with eyes full of infinite respect, admiration and love, waiting for me to make decisions and give orders, I feel like an ant sitting on a hot pot, exuding tension and anxiety from the inside out.

After all, it is impossible for anyone to make the transition from a subordinate who only obeys orders to a superior who gives orders in a short period of time. It takes time to establish a new way of thinking and mentality bit by bit.

This is why it is not recommended in all management sciences to promote low-level employees to too high a position all at once.

Even if he is really gifted and talented.

Fortunately, the skull face without a trace of muscle or skin could not make any expression, and the eye sockets without eyeballs could only emit a faint red light.

So no matter how nervous or flustered you are, no one will notice.

In addition, the undead creatures' inherent indifference would force them to suppress all kinds of overly excited emotions, so the first level was easily passed.

Needless to say, this powerful undead spellcaster who thought he had just completed the time travel is the president of the "Ainz Ooal Gown" guild in the Tree World game. He is a player whose game character is named "Flying Squirrel" and whose real-world name is Suzuki Satoru. He is also the "Old Bones" mentioned by Zuo Si.

Because now his entire body is just like many liches that have lived for thousands of years, with only a white skeleton left.

However, there is no life box that can allow the lich to be resurrected infinitely.

The guild's base and many NPCs are collectively referred to as the "Great Tomb of Nazarick".

Although not long has passed since his descent, this old man has already demonstrated his ability to battle wits and courage with the air. He did not rush to rely on his powerful NPC group to cause trouble everywhere, but instead gave orders to cover the top of the tomb with a thick layer of soil for camouflage, and then transplanted trees and vegetation as camouflage.

After finishing all this, he sent out his cannon fodder to carefully explore the nearby terrain and confirm whether there were any possible threats.

I have to say that this guy was still sane before he started the massacre of civilians in the kingdom.

Even the bloody conquest of the Lizardmen tribe, the cruel and evil experiments using the "two-legged sheep" of the Holy Kingdom, the killing of greedy adventurers who invaded the Great Tomb, and the summoning of black goat kids to slaughter enemy soldiers in war were essentially all considerations centered on their own interests.

The only thing that makes people feel puzzling is the indiscriminate massacre of civilians when the kingdom is destroyed, as if the previous rationality and caution suddenly went offline.

In the process, they also pretended to engage in some meaningless tricks such as diplomacy, negotiation, signing agreements, one-on-one duels, and disrupting the political situation from within to cause internal strife.

Since they are going to launch an indiscriminate massacre of civilians, isn't this just a waste of time and effort to gain a legitimate excuse for the war and stand on the moral high ground to accuse the other side?

Since they don't even want living people, there is naturally no need to win the hearts and minds of the people, let alone worry about provoking civilian resistance when exercising rule after invasion and occupation.

Moreover, if it was the greedy and shameless aristocracy that angered him, what did it have to do with the common people? Anyone with a little political common sense would not make such a stupid decision.

You have to know that the common people of the kingdom have long been filled with resentment and anger towards the nobles who have been bullying and exploiting them.

By taking advantage of class contradictions and the gap between the rich and the poor, or by raising the banner of reducing heavy taxes and eliminating aristocratic exploitation, it is easy to conquer and rule an entire country.

That is why Zuo Si felt that Lao Gu was weak both in terms of his ideological realm and psychology. His political awareness and ruling methods were basically those of a kindergarten rookie, and he seriously lacked the minimum self-confidence to be a strong man.

Even if he massacred all the civilians in the kingdom, he would not deserve the title of "tyrant" or "devil king".

In contrast, look at what the old dragon Nicol Bolas did with the plane of Amonkhet.

He killed all adults without hesitation and brainwashed the gods of the entire world into tools to serve the Immortal Plan.

By distorting and tampering with history and cognition, all living beings, from mortals to gods, work hard for their own goals, and even regard it as a kind of honor and pride.

Even those beast-headed gods who were eventually killed could not escape, and were transformed into "Eternal Gods", a kind of mummified undead in the form of gods, who continued to play a role in the War of the Spark.

Nicol Bolas will take what he needs from a plane at any time if he feels the need arises.

Even if the price is that the entire world is shattered and annihilated, and all living beings die completely in pain and despair.

No excuses needed!

There is no reason for this! There will be no ridiculous diplomatic negotiations!

I am more powerful than all the people in this space and time combined, so I can naturally decide your life or death.

This is the style of a tyrant and devil.

Of course, Old Bones is currently unaware of someone's strong contempt for him, and is observing the world through a "telephoto lens" with powerful magical powers.

Soon he discovered that a group of fully armed, suspected adventurers had encountered the undead scouts he had sent out.

However, these "scouts" are not the low-level skeletons or zombies that most people understand as fast-running and relatively fragile. Instead, they are meat-shield-type undead with an overall level of up to LV35 in the game and defense comparable to LV40 - Death Knights.

Converted into the professional level of the continent of Faerun, it is probably just above LV10.

The few highlights are that when suffering from ordinary fatal attacks, you can be forced to retain a little health to avoid being killed instantly, and when killing the enemy, you can transform it into low-level undead cannon fodder for your own side.

For most of the indigenous adventurers in this world, it is already a completely invincible terrifying monster, not to mention that there are ten of them in a team.

But the problem is that this time they encountered not indigenous adventurers, but the "Fourth Calamity" who also came from another world, and they were carefully selected elites.

Especially the extremely belligerent Archbishop of the Ancient Gods, Jack, who was eager for killing and blood. His first reaction when he saw the Death Knights was not fear or terror, but he became excited instantly and shouted at the top of his voice: "Fuck! Brothers! After wandering around in the forest for so many days, we finally caught a big fish this time. Guess how much experience points we can get by killing these undead warriors?"

"Ha! Of course I need to explain. I feel like these undead are similar to the monster bosses we encountered before. We can definitely level up if we kill them all."

Wu Sheng grinned and with extremely skilled movements he loaded an enchanted bullet into the gun chamber, ready for battle.

Next to him was an adult direwolf as big as a horse, baring its teeth and growing constantly.

Needless to say, this wolf was the animal companion he recruited in the previous world with his ranger abilities.

Although it is just an ordinary animal, it has a biological level of LV8.

Since the ranger's additional blessing for animal companions is only half of that of the druid, the level 17 ranger animal companion can only receive half of the enhancement of its own level.

But this is enough for a sharpshooter who specializes in long-range attacks.

After all, the only thing an animal companion has to do is to distract and attract the enemy's attention, buying time and a chance to shoot for the ranger's master.

Since several people in the team are comrades who have worked together for a long time, there is no need to say too much nonsense.

The thieves in the team hid in the shadows behind a large tree and went into stealth almost the moment the encounter occurred.

The warlock quickly began chanting incantations to prepare the spell.

It was only a second before the fight broke out.

As a powerful cleric, Jack has a natural advantage against the undead.

So without saying a word, he immediately raised the holy emblem and released the ability to "rebuke the undead" at the Death Knight.

What? Why not "turn undead"? Is that even a stretch? The reason, of course, is that this guy's alignment is neutral, leaning towards evil rather than good.

After all, he is so warlike and bloodthirsty that it is almost impossible for him to be on the good side.

In addition, I think controlling undead creatures is a very cool thing, so I chose "Rebuke the Undead Creatures" without hesitation between the two options.

Accompanied by the dazzling holy light, several Death Knights who were fearless in the previous second began to be affected in the next second, and began to retreat and flee as if they were humans seeing a horrifying scene.

Needless to say, this is the power of the high-level priest's "rebuke the undead."

Since the Death Knight is only at LV10, and Jack's Priest level has reached LV19 after his crazy killing in these days, the level difference between the two is almost double.

Therefore, the terrifying enemies that seemed almost impossible to fight against to the indigenous people of this world were just a group of "mobile experience points" that could be easily dealt with by him.

Then a large number of divine spells including [Blessing], [Divine Grace], [Shield of Piety], [Power of the Bull], [Anti-Evil Circle], [Divine Power], as well as [Weapons of Destruction] specifically targeting undead creatures lit up one after another.

Especially the last one, which can be regarded as a killer weapon against undead creatures.

As long as you use a melee weapon to hit the target, there is a high probability that it will ignore defense and resistance and destroy it directly, even if it is an old man.

It’s basically one kill at a time for undead around level 10.

Since the damage is not dealt but destroyed at the source, the Death Knight's ability to force a point of health to remain has no effect on this spell.

After applying the buff, Jack immediately summoned the special ability of the advanced class [Phoenix Priest], wrapping himself in terrifying high-temperature flames from head to toe. With a grin on his face, he caught up with a Death Knight who was running around under the influence of "Rebuke the Undead", swung his warhammer and smashed it into flying bone powder with a bang.

The terrifying impact force actually made the enemy, who was much taller than himself, float in the air.

The marksman ranger on the other side was not to be outdone. He raised his beloved alchemical firearm and pulled the trigger frequently, shooting the enchanted bullets one after another into the body of the Death Knight, killing one in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the effect of "Rebuke the Undead" finally disappeared, and the remaining Death Knights immediately turned around and rushed over to start a group fight.

But just as they gathered together, a huge fireball, which was obviously made using super magic techniques, flew straight from the hands of the warlock behind, causing a violent explosion with a bang.

The terrifying high temperature flames and fire immediately sucked in several Death Knights who were in the front, including Jack.

Just as Old Bones, who was sitting in front of the magic mirror, was shocked by the crazy behavior of these adventurers who completely disregarded the lives of their teammates, Jack, whose whole body was wrapped in flames, rushed out instantly, completely abandoning defense and killing all the remaining Death Knights with incredible brute force in less than ten seconds.

Apparently, as the Archbishop of the Phoenix God, he was completely immune to all forms of fire attacks.

Not only is he immune, but he can also cover himself in a wrapping similar to the fourth-ring magic [Fire Shield], causing continuous burns to nearby enemies.

Therefore, the role this guy plays in the team is not only a tank to fight monsters, but also the main damage output and treatment.

Seeing a team of Death Knights being wiped out in a crushing manner, Old Bones, who was hiding in the Great Tomb of Nazarick and peeping, suddenly felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, if he could still sweat.

Especially [Weapon of Destruction] and "Rebuke Undead", two things that he didn't know whether they were spells or special abilities, made him feel like he was being targeted.

If an adventuring team of natives from another world had the power to threaten or even kill him, how terrifying would this world be? What was the terrifying divine energy that appeared when "Rebuke the Undead" was activated? Was it a god? The more Old Bones thought about it, the more terrifying it became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he and the Great Tomb of Nazarick were in an unprecedented crisis.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath as he had done when he was alive, and secretly made up his mind to "survive" first. He must not allow those NPCs whose good and evil values were as high as his to mess around, otherwise he would be killed if he incurred a large-scale attack.

There is no doubt that this unexpected encounter caused Old Bones to have an extremely serious misjudgment of the entire world.

At his strong request, all guardians were forced to stay in the guild and were not allowed to go out without permission.

He continued to stare at the adventure team with the magic mirror, trying to figure out what other magic and abilities they possessed that required them to be extra vigilant.

If it is convenient, it would be best to find an opportunity to contact them, establish a closer friendship, and then find ways to get important information about this world from them.

But Old Bones didn't know that the appearance of that team of ten Death Knights had already aroused the vigilance of several elite players.

At this moment, they pretended to be cleaning up the spoils, but in fact they were talking in low voices.

"If I remember correctly, these undead creatures should be called Death Knights, right? In this world, they should be monsters that will cause the destruction of a city once they appear. Don't you think it's strange that they suddenly appeared in the forest?"

"It's a bit strange indeed. After all, the forest is so close to the border city of E-Rantel. If so many Death Knights were to linger here for a long time, it would definitely cause a large-scale panic. It's impossible that the Adventurer's Guild didn't know anything about it."

"So... we just happened to catch up with the arrival of the quest boss? He and his Great Tomb of Nazarick have already come to this world?"

"It's very possible! I think it's necessary to report it to my superiors. Maybe I can get some unexpected rewards."

"I'll prepare the short message right away."

The characteristic of the player group has always been to do what they say.

In the blink of an eye, the news was delivered to King Shane VII who was in the royal capital.

With the help of the main brain, he easily located the players' positions, and then ordered them to retreat temporarily. Not long after, he cast teleportation magic and arrived at the scene.

Through a large amount of detection and prophecy magic, the demilich quickly locked onto the location and entrance of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, stroking his chin and muttering to himself with interest, "Space folding technology? A large number of high-level magic items and protection?

And a large number of intelligent creatures appeared out of nowhere in an instant? Interesting, this is really interesting.

Maybe Soth is right, there is indeed some kind of creative magic in this world that is like the nature of rules.

Otherwise, time travel alone cannot explain all this.

After all, in another world, they are just a string of codes and digital models in a virtual game.

Should I follow basic etiquette and pay him a visit to say hello? Or should I pretend I know nothing and wait for this guy to show up on his own? "

There is no doubt that although Old Bones and the Great Tomb of Nazarick are invincible demon kings in the eyes of the people in this world, they are nothing in the eyes of Shane VII.

After all, he had long learned from Zuo Si about online games, a form of entertainment unique to Earthlings, as well as the basic concepts of how to operate and make money.

Since it is a game that many people will play together, the issue of "balance" will inevitably need to be considered to some extent.

Especially for games that can be operated for a long time, the balance is usually not too outrageous.

This means that many props or magic that will seriously affect the balance and may cause huge losses to players will inevitably be reduced or even deleted.

Even if they exist, their number will be extremely rare.

For example, the nearly omnipotent wishing spell, the great disintegration, the anti-death barrier, the static cloning, the transformation of all things, the imprisonment, the true seeing, and so on.

This means that the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which possesses terrifying magical protection capabilities, actually has huge flaws. At least it cannot fight against the Great Sundering and anti-magic force fields.

As for Old Bones and those high-level NPCs, they were holding incomplete spell lists.

For a spellcaster, the comprehensiveness of his spell list determines the upper limit of his power.

Once some important magic is missing, it is very likely that you will be easily defeated by your opponent in a spell duel.

The most important thing is that Shane VII had obtained a lot of intelligence about the enemy in advance, while the enemy knew nothing about him.

Faced with such a huge information gap, if he still couldn't easily grasp the other party, he could just die and avoid the embarrassment of living.

After careful consideration, the powerful demilich quickly and silently captured several undead creatures that were scouting around, then made them into planeswalker cards, and then summoned them again and mixed them into the queue.

After receiving the summoning signal, they easily followed the large group back into the tomb.

Through the magic of shared vision, Shane VII had a panoramic view of the internal structure of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and the appearance of some of the guardians.

In the end, he chose not to show up, but instead placed some invisible magic eyes nearby and returned to the kingdom's capital.

After all, according to Zuo Si's instructions, their goal in this world is to create chaos and lure out the true dragon kings who master the original magic.

Old Bones and his Great Tomb of Nazarick were one of the tools that made all of this possible.

It would not be good if you kill it too early or scare it into hiding completely.

Let the players exercise their subjective initiative and do whatever they want.

…

Meanwhile, inside the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Bones was repeatedly showing the Guardians a scene of an entire team of Death Knights being annihilated. He asked in a pretentiously dignified voice, "Demiurge, do you have any comment on the fighting prowess shown by the native adventurers of this world?"

“The Supreme One!

According to my observation, the levels of these adventurers should not be very high, probably between level 52 and 66.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to pose any threat to the high-level guardians including me and you.

But the problem is that they seem to have mastered some very dangerous spells that can ignore the level gap and defense and cause huge damage to enemies with much higher levels than themselves.

Especially the man rushing in the front, after casting spells on his weapon, he seemed to have gained the power to kill undead creatures instantly.

This is a big threat to you, sir.

I think we should take immediate action and send at least five Guardians to capture this group of people and interrogate them to find out what these powers we don't understand are. "

The guardian of the seventh-level guardians, the high-level demon Demiurge, expressed his opinion in a serious tone.

Of course, he was not the only one who had this thought, the other guardians also showed the same expression.

Albedo echoed with a grim and gloomy expression, "That's right! Anyone who dares to threaten the safety of the Supreme Being shall die! Not to mention they are just a few lowly humans! Please allow me to lead the team myself and eliminate all threats for you."

"Just let me go! I'll suck all the blood out of them."

The true vampire ancestor Shalltear licked her lips with her tongue, a bloodthirsty light flashing in her pupils.

“Ahem… I think you guys are a little too extreme.

Don't forget that we are now in a completely unfamiliar world and know nothing about the countries, forces and powerful people here.

If we rashly take hostile action and attract an overly powerful enemy, the entire Great Tomb of Nazarick will be put in danger.

This is not a wise choice.

In contrast, I prefer to first understand the general situation of the world.

Especially how many adventurers like this there are, and how many people are stronger than them. "

Seeing that this group of guardians, who exuded an evil aura from head to toe, were about to cause trouble if they disagreed with something, Old Bone suddenly felt a lot of pressure and immediately chose to stop them.

Just as he was about to say something, Demiurge suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Ah! I understand! It turns out that you have already made all the plans in advance with your unparalleled wisdom."

A series of question marks instantly popped up in Old Bones' head.

What do you understand?

How come I don't know what plan I made? In the next few minutes, Demiurge raised his head and spoke out all the ideas he had understood in a very admiring tone.

Soon, the other guardians also showed the same fanatical admiration and praised in unison: "You are worthy of being the Supreme One! Your wisdom and strategy are far beyond our reach! Under your leadership, the Great Tomb of Nazarick will surely conquer this world."

I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! Old Bone quickly denied it three times in his heart.

But the problem was that he didn't have the courage to expose his incompetence and vulnerability in front of these NPCs with independent personalities. He was afraid of being looked down upon or betrayed. He could only grit his teeth and nodded: "Yes - that's it! Our task at this stage is to explore this world first and collect as much as intelligence possible.

All actions that could lead to hostilities are prohibited.

Last but not least, keep an eye on this adventure team.

If they are in trouble, let me know immediately and I will personally help them build a good relationship with them."

After saying this, Old Bones suddenly stood up and pretended to be arrogant and cold. Then he hid in his room, rolled around on the soft big bed, and kept muttering to himself, "What should I do?"

…

On the other side, in a luxurious mansion worth a fortune in the capital of the kingdom.

Shane VII, who had just returned, was organizing the results of his research on the world's magic system in recent days, and planned to share them with Zuo Si when they met next time.

After all, he has gained a lot of knowledge and technology from the other party, and it is time to give a little back.

However, just as the half-lich cast a spell to control the feather pen to record in the notebook, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the pregnant girl who was rescued in the alley not long ago pushed open the door and walked in, saying in a slightly nervous tone: "Sir, there is a young man outside the door who wants to see you by name."

"oh?

You seem scared? Could it be that the Eight Fingers organization is here again? Didn't I just kill several assassins they sent a few days ago?

Don't these guys fear death?"

King Shane VII raised his head and looked at the maid standing at the door with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Through the conversation, he already knew that the other person's name was Anise, and she was the daughter of an ordinary family.

Because of her beautiful looks, she was kidnapped and eventually sold to a brothel, where she became the object of rich men's desires.

The reason why she was disposed of was that she might have accidentally become pregnant with a noble's child after being toyed with for a long time.

In order to prevent his "noble" bloodline from being tainted by lowly commoners, and also to prevent any scandals such as illegitimate children, the noble paid a sum of money to let the brothel under Eight Fingers be responsible for resolving the hidden danger.

This is how the situation happened when the two of them first met.

There are at least eight hundred poor girls like Enise in the royal capital, if not a thousand.

Their lives are as short as those of fireflies, and they are completely consumable.

Moreover, this short life is even more miserable than hell, and there is no hope at all.

Especially those "guests" of noble status, they often use violence and beatings to satisfy their dark desires.

Some may even be tortured to death by perverts the first time they are violated.

So after becoming a maid, Anise was very scared for a long time, fearing that she would be caught by the other party.

But after four waves of assassins from Eight Fingers died silently in the yard, including some well-known mercenaries in the underworld, she gradually felt a little safer and even smiled faintly from time to time.

But now, the girl was obviously afraid again.

This undoubtedly made Shane VII very unhappy, and he even had the idea of uprooting the Eight Finger Organization.

You have to know that Enise is now under his protection, and this situation is undoubtedly a slap in his face.

The pregnant girl obviously sensed the suppressed anger under her master's calm appearance, and hurriedly shook her head and explained, "No, it's not Eight Fingers. It's just that his eyes and expression are very obscene. The way he looked at me was like those lustful prostitutes, but he didn't do anything indecent."

"Vulgar? Lewd?"

Shane VII seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. He whispered, "Bring him up to see me."

"clear."

Enise nodded slightly, then hurried down the stairs.

About a few minutes later, she brought in a young man who was covered in a black cloak with a high bulge on his back that was hiding something.

"Ah—I knew it was you."

Looking at the face that looked exactly like Zuo Si, Xia En VII held his forehead and let out a helpless sigh.

It goes without saying that the person who came was the diary that had just been "reborn".

Since the main brain can monitor all players, when the two floating cities encountered a team of death knights, they received the news at the same time.

The floating city of Plantia has even entered a second-level combat readiness state, ready to conduct cross-time and space teleportation at any time.

"Hey! Don't look so disgusted! I'm here to help you!"

There was a strong sense of dissatisfaction in the diary's tone.

He accepted being disliked by his master, after all, there was indeed a big gap between their private lives.

But the question is, why did Sean VII despise you? Decades before you turned into a lich, you had a huge harem of thousands of people. From angels to demons, which races have you not played with?

"No, it's not disdain, it's just that you came a little too early."

Shane VII obviously understood the subtext of the diary and realized that he was indeed not qualified in this regard, so he decisively chose to change the subject.

"morning?"

The diary blinked in confusion.

"Enise, please step back first."

King Shane VII waved to his maid, and the following conversation was obviously not something she wanted to hear.

"As you wish."

Just as the girl knelt down and was about to turn around and leave, the diary suddenly came close and sniffed the other person's perfume like an old rogue, and then exclaimed with enjoyment on his face.

"Ah! This is the smell of lilies.

Although it is light, it makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

Hello, beauty.

If it's convenient, how about we find a place to discuss the origin and mystery of life later? Don't worry, I have special skills in this regard, and it won't hurt you or your baby. "

I have to say, since he chose not to be a human being, this guy's behavior in some aspects has become more and more outrageous.

Even though Anise had seen many perverts when she was forced to sell her body, she was still terrified and immediately turned around and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

However, after she ran to the kitchen and calmed down, she slowly realized that the pervert just now seemed a little different from the perverts she had encountered before.

At least there was only pure lust in the diary's eyes, and no other twisted, morbid malice.

And there was no physical contact, everything remained at the verbal stage, and there was no attempt to force herself through the relationship with Shane VII.

Although he is also a pervert, at least he is a gentleman among perverts.

At this moment, in the room on the second floor, Shane VII was staring at the diary with a very strange look, as if saying "You even don't let pregnant women go? You're such a beast."

But the diary obviously didn't care about these, and sat down on the chair carelessly, and reported directly: "The cross-time and space portal leading to this world has been built.

I have launched a satellite to connect to the psychic signal and a matching magic crystal tower.

Hundreds of thousands of players can rush in at any time and become your bargaining chips to mess up the world.

Now, if you just nod, I can start building a spellcasting environment covering the entire continent.

So if you have any ideas or plans, you can tell me now so that I can prepare and cooperate."

"What do you have hidden in your cloak?"

Shane VII stared at the bulging part on the back of the diary and couldn't help asking.

"This? Hehe! Of course it's my proud new weapon!"

Diary smiled evilly and lifted his cloak to reveal a device mounted on his back that looked like a metal disc.

Before Shane VII could ask what this thing was used for, several thick tentacles covered with sharp triangular metal shells stretched out from the gaps in the disc.

At first, Sean VII thought it was some kind of weapon.

But just a few seconds later he realized he was wrong, very wrong.

How could a guy like Diary, whose head is full of obscene thoughts, make any serious weapons?

Especially the tentacles that can make people think of something wrong just by looking at them...

The diary quickly took out a bunch of rubber products of different lengths, thicknesses, and shapes from the dimensional bag it carried with it, and easily connected them to the front end of the tentacles through the metal slots at the end, and then controlled these tentacles to perform some unsightly movements.

Not only that, he also boasted proudly: "How about it? Do you think I am a genius? Before, I could only do three or five at the same time, but now I can do ten at a time."

"Shut up! Put away all these messy things!"

Xia En VII felt that his cognition had been greatly challenged, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for Zuo Si.

If he had made such a thing, he would have destroyed it immediately without hesitation, no matter what the loss was.

"Alright! You're amazing! You're noble! People who have had enough fun always speak with a strong attitude!"

The diary rolled its eyes in annoyance and quickly stuffed the tentacles and the rubber products back into the dimensional bag.

After clearing the mental pollution in his brain, Sean VII said, "I have currently determined the location and entrance of the other party's lair.

But he didn't intend to alert the enemy too early.

So I don't want all those players to rush into this world too early.

Instead, I want them to come in quietly in batches, hiding their identities and pretending to be natives of this world. Can you do it?"

"Of course. Give me a detailed plan and I'll take care of the rest."

The diary agreed without hesitation.

After all, in order to build more powerful game characters, this group of players have already messed up the bloodlines of their clones. Basically, there are all kinds of weird appearances, and they are not completely purebred humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, and halflings.

Therefore, it is entirely possible to integrate quietly into the cities and countries of non-human races.

As for hiding your identity, it's even simpler, just give the next command.

In the previous world, the players did not reveal their identities at first, and only took off their disguises after they gained power.

Shane VII quickly took out a parchment scroll from the desk and handed it over.

“Here, this is the plan I have laid out, and the five stages of upsetting this world.

Through investigation, I have almost gained a general understanding of the decadent and decaying kingdom.

I have to say, this is really a very suitable place for conspiracy and coup.

Neither the royal family, which was losing authority and the princes fighting madly, nor the nobles, who were selfish and extremely greedy, realized that their rule had become quite unstable.

Next, I will use a series of means to seize power in this country, and then use it as a base to continuously export wars, causing chaos in the world."

"Are you planning to usurp the throne and become the king yourself, or control a prince or princess in the royal family to be your puppet?"

The diary glanced at the contents of the scroll and asked with interest.

"Of course it's the latter. And I've already picked out a very good target, and I'm planning to find an opportunity to talk to her."

As he said this, a meaningful smile appeared on Shane VII's face.

The diary retained most of Zuo Si's memories. He immediately understood who the other party was referring to and burst into laughter on the spot.

"Hahahaha! I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be the Golden Princess - Lana.

I have to say, you have a pretty good eye.

This guy is a heavyweight, a truly talented actor and a madman.

I was considering whether to take her into the harem.

But after thinking about it carefully, I decided to forget it.

I don't want to be with such a scheming woman all day long."

“A wise choice.

Because anyone who gets involved with this kind of woman is bound to end up unhappy.

Being loved by her is an absolute tragedy.

But if you have it as a subordinate and keep it under control, it will be a very useful tool."

After saying that, Shane VII instantly cast a teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot.

The diary did not stop at all, and immediately left the capital to return to the secret location where the stable portal was built.

With the appearance of the protagonist, a terrifying storm is brewing...

(End of this chapter)