Demiurge, one of the most loyal and intelligent servants of Ainz Ooal Gown, had always prided himself on his sharp intellect and strategic brilliance. From the moment he was created by his Supreme Being, Ulbert Alain Odle, he knew his purpose: to serve and elevate the glory of Nazarick. However, something strange happened when Ainz summoned him into this new world. This world was unlike anything he had seen before—its rules of magic and power were far beyond the confines of Yggdrasil.
Demiurge felt the pulse of power as he was summoned by his master, Ainz Ooal Gown, in this strange, unfamiliar land. The surge of mana, the delicate but precise nature of the summoning spell, and finally, the immense presence of his beloved master standing before him—it all filled Demiurge with pride and reverence. He had knelt before Ainz, his eyes glowing with admiration as he said, "Lord Ainz, it is an honor to be summoned into your presence once more."
After receiving his instructions, Demiurge set off into the vast unknown, tasked with researching this new world. The thrill of discovery excited him, but there was also a weight to his task. "I must not fail my master," he thought as he made his way across the landscape. The prospect of understanding this new world and exploiting its resources for the benefit of Nazarick consumed him. "This world... it may hold secrets that could elevate Nazarick beyond even our greatest imaginings."
However, as Demiurge reflected on his summoning, a thought crossed his mind: "If the other Guardians knew that I was the first to be summoned into this new world, they might become envious." He chuckled to himself. Albedo, for instance, would likely be filled with a mixture of jealousy and devotion. Cocytus, ever the honorable warrior, might accept it with grace, but even he could not deny a flicker of envy. Shalltear, unpredictable and intense, might take it as a challenge. Demiurge relished the thought, but he had no time to worry about their feelings.
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As Demiurge ventured deeper into this world, he marveled at its intricacies. "What a fantastic world," he murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. The more he explored, the more he realized that the level 100 ceiling—the limit they had known in Yggdrasil—was no longer the final barrier. Here, the potential for power seemed limitless.
He quickly discovered that this world had its own demons, and he was fascinated by the prospect. "I wonder... what is the difference between the demons of this world and myself?" Demiurge's smile grew more sinister as he formulated a plan. "I must summon one of these demons and find out for myself."
Using his vast knowledge of magic, Demiurge prepared a summoning ritual. The air crackled with energy as he worked, and soon, a portal of swirling darkness appeared before him. From within the portal, a demon emerged. It was nothing more than a simple fiend, but it would serve Demiurge's purpose.
He scrutinized the demon, feeling a wave of amusement wash over him. "Pathetic," he said, his tone cold and disdainful. "You will serve as cannon fodder for my master's greater plans. But at least you are better than the mindless beasts of this world."
The demon knelt before Demiurge, loyal and subservient, as expected. "Ah, this world truly has its advantages," Demiurge mused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "If we can summon demons here with ease, then creating an army of loyal minions will be a simple task. These demons, along with the Demonic Ants, will form the perfect vanguard."
But there was still the matter of the Demonic Ants. Ainz had tasked him with finding a way to increase their numbers without sacrificing their loyalty or strength. After many hours of careful research, Demiurge finally had a breakthrough. The answer was simple yet elegant: they would need a breeding ground that was rich in mana, where the ants could thrive and evolve without losing their core traits.
Demiurge recalled a place Ainz had mentioned—a site of great tragedy and power. It was the location where the Demon Lord Milim had destroyed an entire kingdom in her rage after her beloved pet dragon was killed. The epic battle between Milim and another Demon Lord, Guy Crimson, had left the land a wasteland, but the magical residue from their fight remained. That wasteland was now a zone of high mana concentration, teeming with latent power.
"Perfect," Demiurge whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "The tragedy that befell that place will be the foundation for the new order I will create. The Demonic Ants will thrive there, and with the residual mana, they will evolve into creatures more powerful than ever before."
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Upon arriving at the Wasteland, Demiurge immediately felt the lingering power in the air. The ground was scorched and barren, but there was a dark beauty to the desolation. He could sense the mana swirling around him, thick and potent.
Surveying the land, he noticed that many of the creatures there had evolved due to the high concentration of mana. He encountered monsters that ranged from Level 40 to Level 80, but none of them posed a threat to him. To Demiurge, they were nothing more than insects. With a flick of his wrist, he annihilated any creature foolish enough to approach him.
"How quaint," Demiurge thought as he crushed a Level 70 beast underfoot. "These creatures are the remnants of the mana that seeped into this place, but they are nothing more than empty husks. Their minds have been consumed by the power that lingers here."
Demiurge smiled darkly. These mindless creatures were perfect fodder for his Demonic Ants. "The mana in this wasteland will nourish my ants, and these brainless creatures will serve as food. Once they consume the essence of these beasts, they will evolve into stronger, more terrifying soldiers."
With that thought, Demiurge began the process of establishing the breeding grounds. He carefully laid out intricate magical wards around the area, ensuring that no one would stumble upon it by accident. He also set up barriers to protect the Demonic Ants as they evolved. His mind raced with possibilities. The power he could amass here was immeasurable, and all of it would be in service to Lord Ainz.
As the process unfolded, Demiurge couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His Demonic Ants would become unstoppable, and with them, he would help Lord Ainz conquer this world. And perhaps... just perhaps... he would get to see the jealous looks on the faces of his fellow guardians when they realized how far ahead he had moved in the grand game of power.
"The game has only just begun," Demiurge whispered, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "And soon, this world will tremble before the might of Nazarick."
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