"So, Death, what do you think are the odds about them crossing the 8th floor?" I asked casually, lounging on the oversized Throne of Kings. Seriously, whoever designed this thing must have had a thing for dramatic flair. I mean, obsidian? Really?
As a World Class Item, the throne came with its fair share of perks. Not only did it give me a fancy buff on my status screen, but it also allowed me to control traps and armies within Nazarick. Plus, it had this nifty defense system that could give even the most persistent divination magic a run for its money.
And then there's Death, my ever-present companion, though she lacks a physical form, she's always there to chat with me through our mind connection.
"I think most of them wouldn't even get past the 4th floor, Dear," Death replied, her tone tinged with amusement.
I chuckled. "Then do you like to bet on it?" I proposed, already envisioning Death's reaction.
"Bet? What are the stake." Death asked.
I grinned mischievously, already plotting the terms of our little wager. "I bet they wouldn't be able to pass the first three floors and if I win, I will take your anal virginity."
Death's mental presence seemed to pause for a moment before responding, "Oh, you're feeling bold today, aren't you?" she remarked, her tone a mix of surprise and amusement.
I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "Hey, why not make things interesting?" I retorted, trying to keep the mood light despite the rather risqué proposition.
There was a brief pause before Death responded, "Very well, you're on. And if I win, we will have a sadomasochism time and I will be on top of you."
I burst out laughing at Death's unexpected counteroffer, the mental image she conjured up both surprising and amusing. "Well, well, Death," I replied, trying to regain my composure. "Looks like you're bringing out the big guns for this bet!"
"Looks like this is a war, I can't afford to lose."
With death's ass and my dignity as a man on line, I took the my sword from inventory.
After all, when Death herself was your betting partner, there was no room for half-measures.
•••
As the Union of Eight Guilds approached the first floor of Nazarick, they were greeted by an imposing legion of undead, accompanied by an army of golems and myself alongside Shalltear Bloodfallen. The sight of our formidable defenses was enough to give even the bravest of adventurers pause.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," I quipped, unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of sarcasm as the representatives of the Union of Eight Guilds stepped forward.
The leader of the group, a stout warrior with a haughty air about him, stepped forward, his expression a mix of determination and apprehension. "We are the Union of Eight Guilds, and we have come to put an end to the tyranny of Ainz Ooal Gown," he declared, his voice echoing with false bravado.
I raised an eyebrow, unable to contain my amusement at his grandiose proclamation. "Oh, really? And here I was, thinking you'd come for a friendly game of chess," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
The warrior's face darkened with anger, but he pressed on, undeterred. "Enough with the jokes, Ainz Ooal Gown. We demand that you surrender Nazarick to us immediately," he demanded, his voice ringing with false authority.
I couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity. "Surrender Nazarick? Oh, my dear friend, you must be joking. This place is my home, and I have no intention of handing it over to a bunch of wannabe conquerors," I retorted, my smirk widening into a grin as I watched the warrior's face contort with frustration.
But he wasn't finished yet. "Then you have to face us, 1500 players of level-100 from 8 worlds. Even for you—the so-called strongest player—it's impossible to deal with that many numbers," he declared, his voice trembling with misplaced confidence.
I couldn't help but smirk at his audacity. "Impossible? My dear fellow, impossible only means it hasn't been done yet, and you know me—I'm a professional at breaking those impossible odds," I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
The warrior's face flushed with indignation, his eyes narrowing in frustration at my dismissive response. "You may think you're untouchable, but even you have your limits," he insisted, his voice growing more strained with each word.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning interest as I leaned casually against the armrest of my throne. "Ah, but that's where you're mistaken, my dear friend," I replied, my tone oozing with mock sincerity. "You see, I thrive on the impossible. It's my bread and butter, my raison d'être (reason for being). And besides, where's the fun in life if there aren't a few impossible obstacles to overcome?"
The warrior's frustration was palpable as he struggled to find a retort to my nonchalant confidence. "You may have powerful allies, but we have strength in numbers," he countered, desperation creeping into his voice.
I couldn't resist a chuckle at his feeble attempt to bolster his argument. "Ah, the age-old adage: quantity over quality. A bold strategy, my friend, let's see if it pays off for you,"
Before he could retort, I raised a hand, "But before we dive headfirst into this whole conquering business, I feel it's only fair to give you a chance to reconsider. After all, I'd hate to add negative karma to my avatar,"
The warrior's expression darkened at my suggestion, his pride wounded by the implication that his grand plans might end in failure. "We did not come here to negotiate. We came to conquer,"
I couldn't help but smirk at his stubborn refusal to even consider negotiation. "Well, can't say I didn't offer," I muttered under my breath, unable to resist a small chuckle at the absurdity of it all. After all, what harm is there in giving a bit of friendly advice before things inevitably go south?
Then I turned to Shalltear Bloodfallen. "Looks like it's showtime, Shalltear. Time to give our guests a proper welcome, and we have an ass and my dignity to protect."
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