After the unexpected boon from Milim's naming ritual, Ainz stood tall, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of Rimuru's city. The power surging through him felt boundless, invigorating, and almost overwhelming. For the first time since he had been transported to this world, he sensed that the full might of the Great Tomb of Nazarick was within his reach. His dimensional space had expanded significantly, allowing him to summon all the floor guardians and his loyal subjects to this new world. He could feel their presence now, closer than ever.
Demiurge stood by his side, his ever-cunning eyes glinting with approval. The other guardians had returned to their posts within the Tomb, awaiting orders. The moment of truth had arrived—Ainz now held the power to shape this world, just as he had always envisioned.
As the wind softly blew across the city walls, Ainz allowed himself a brief moment of contemplation. He had become stronger than even he had predicted. But what truly interested him now was the prospect of using this power to fulfill Nazarick's ambitions. No longer was he just a ruler of an isolated tomb—he was a force to be reckoned with in this world.
Milim, still recovering from the unexpected energy drain of naming Ainz, approached him, her playful expression returning. She twirled a strand of her hair, her childlike grin stretching wide across her face. "Ainz! You're super strong now, huh? I didn't think naming you would do that much! Hehe, you're even cooler than I thought!"
Ainz regarded her silently, his skeletal features betraying none of his thoughts. He had learned by now that Milim was easily excitable but also dangerously unpredictable. Her immense power, coupled with her whimsical nature, made her a dangerous ally—and an even more dangerous enemy.
"Yes, Milim. Your naming granted me strength beyond measure. I must thank you for that," Ainz replied smoothly, though in his mind he was already calculating how best to leverage this newfound strength. "But I must ask, do you often grant such power to others?"
Milim tilted her head, her wide eyes blinking in confusion. "Not really! I mean, I gave Rimuru a name too, but I didn't feel all weird afterward. This time was different, though. Naming you felt… harder somehow."
Ainz nodded slowly, pretending to mull over her words. "It seems that our fates are intertwined more than we initially thought."
Milim gave a little shrug, her grin never faltering. "Well, it's all good! You're cool, Ainz! I'm happy to have someone as strong as you around!"
Demiurge, who had been watching this interaction carefully, could already see the strings of fate being woven around his master. Milim, for all her simplicity, was unknowingly aiding Ainz in becoming the ultimate ruler of this world. And now, with the full might of Nazarick at his disposal, there were few left who could stand in his way.
Ainz turned to Demiurge, his cold voice breaking the air. "Demiurge, it is time."
The demon bowed deeply, a sinister smile curling at his lips. "Of course, my lord. Everything is in place."
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Summoning the Tomb
Back in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the guardians were waiting in anticipation. The air in the grand halls was thick with expectation as every servant stood ready, knowing that their master had grown stronger and would soon call them to his side in this new world.
Ainz raised his hand, the vast energy within him bubbling to the surface. With a simple gesture, a portal of shimmering black energy materialized in the sky above the city, swirling with power. It was a gateway—a doorway to the full might of Nazarick.
One by one, the familiar figures of the floor guardians emerged from the portal. Albedo, her wings fluttering gracefully as she touched down, her gaze fixed adoringly on Ainz. Shalltear, with her parasol twirling, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Aura and Mare, the twin dark elf siblings, landed next, followed by Cocytus, his massive frame imposing as ever.
Behind them came waves of undead minions, skeletons, and death knights, all forming neat ranks behind their respective leaders. The sight was nothing short of awe-inspiring—a massive force that far outstripped anything this world had ever seen.
Milim's eyes sparkled at the spectacle. "Wow! That's so cool! I didn't know you had that many strong people with you, Ainz!"
Ainz merely inclined his head. "Yes, Nazarick's strength is unparalleled. And now, it is fully at my disposal."
Demiurge stepped forward, his sharp gaze meeting Ainz's. "My lord, now that we have the full might of Nazarick at our command, we can move forward with our plans. Your rule is inevitable."
Ainz considered Demiurge's words, his mind already racing with possibilities. But first, there was the matter of Milim's remarkable power—her Mana Breeder Reactor skill. He had already deduced that this ability to infinitely generate magic energy was the key to summoning Nazarick in full force. If he could harness it, he could further his strength and perhaps even open a way to summon more of Nazarick's forces.
Ainz turned to Milim, who was still watching with awe. "Milim, you mentioned before that you possess the Mana Breeder Reactor. A fascinating ability, to say the least."
Milim puffed out her chest proudly. "Yup! It lets me generate magic energy forever and ever! No one can outlast me in a fight!" She flexed her tiny arms in demonstration, beaming with pride.
Ainz's mind clicked into action. "Such a powerful ability… Tell me, has anyone ever asked you to grant them such power through a name?"
Milim blinked, her head tilting in confusion. "A name? Like what I gave you?"
Ainz nodded, his tone soft and calculated. "Precisely. You named me, after all, and it had an interesting effect. I can only imagine what it would be like if someone of your caliber bestowed names more often."
Milim thought for a moment, her brow furrowing in deep concentration. "Hmm… I don't think so! But I guess I could give you another name if you wanted!" She smiled innocently, not realizing the gravity of her offer.
Ainz, despite his usual composure, felt a surge of excitement. If he could manipulate Milim into giving him another name, or further extending her powers to him, he could become even stronger. The temptation was immense, but he remained cautious. Instead of pressing her directly, he smiled under his mask.
"I would be honored, but we must tread carefully. Power such as yours should not be given lightly. However, should the time come when we must fight a truly powerful enemy, perhaps then it would be appropriate to consider such a gift."
Milim's face lit up. "Yeah! That makes sense! We should save it for when things get super tough!"
Ainz nodded. "Indeed."
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The New Reality
As the day drew on, the air in Rimuru's city felt heavier, as if the very world was bending under the pressure of the forces that had gathered. The full might of Nazarick had now been brought to this world, and Ainz was twice as powerful as before. Milim, still recovering from her brief moment of weakness, didn't seem to fully grasp the enormity of what she had done by naming Ainz.
But Ainz understood it all too well. His connection to his domain had deepened, his power had grown, and now he had all the tools at his disposal to extend Nazarick's influence. And with Milim unknowingly on his side, the path forward seemed clear.
As night fell, Ainz stood atop a hill overlooking the city, Demiurge at his side. The cool wind brushed against his skeletal form, but the warmth of power coursing through him kept him centered.
"This world," Ainz said softly, "is just the beginning."
Demiurge smiled wickedly. "Indeed, my lord. The future belongs to you."