Ainz disguised as Momon walked through the paved streets of the noble district of Baharuth, followed by Nabe. He was walking towards the noble's mansion that 'dared' to try and loot his Tomb.
He reached the destination as he already saw the Workers who were commisioned for this job. Workers were similar to adventurers who did a myriad of jobs, but they weren't tied to the Guild Administration and could do as they pleased.
Clearly, the noble had the money to commission four worker groups that were almost equal to Mithril ranked Adventurer teams. Ainz didn't bother to know their names as he knew these humans will be tribute for Nazarick's debut.
"Ahh, Sir Momon, you are here." The butler of the Noble who comissioned him spoke as he noticed Ainz's arrival.
"Apologises but My Master couldn't come greet you personally, he had some matters he had to urgently attend to." The butler bowed slightly as he said.
Momon's fame wasn't confined to just Re-estize and had even reached the Emperor of Baharuth, who entertained the idea of inviting Momon to become one of his Imperial BodyGuards, a position many coveted and often dreamt of.
"It's fine, so are these the ones whose belongings I have to guard, while they salvage the Ruin?" Momon spoke as he glanced at the Workers, preparing to depart.
"Yes. There are three groups, they are-"
"No need for that, sir Butler. We'll introduce ourselves." A blonde and blue eyed man approached, he had light armour made of chainmail as he led his team.
A group of four, the other male of his group was large, robust and gave off a kind and peaceful feel, the two other were females, the shorter one held a staff indicating herself to be a mage while the other taller one seemed to be a ranger.
"Hello, you must be Momon of Darkness, heard quite the tale. Name's Hekkeran." The blonde smiled as he extended his hand.
"Hmn." Momon didn't say anything as he shook the blonde's hands.
"Oh, so this is the Strongest Adamantite Adventurer huh?" Another group approached, led by a short elderly man. While looking old, he exuded a martial feel that made others warry of him.
"I am Parpatra, leader of the Dragon Hunter."
"Interrupting people as always huh, old coward." Hekkeran sharply spoke as he glanced at Parpatra.
The old man didn't even look at the blonde as he replied, " If my cowardice helped us survive this long, then it's worth the defame." With that he simply turned and went back, having no intention to mingle any further.
"Expected." Hekkeran rolled his eyes as he turned to Momon, intending to introduce his group before being interrupted.
But Momon instead asked them a question.
"Why did you take this commision?"
"Huh? For money ofcourse." Hekkeran instinctively replied, confused at the peculiar question the Adventurer asked.
"Money?" Momon repeated. "Even if you know safety is not guaranteed?"
"Well, what can we even do? Some of us desperately need money and while some are too greedy. And dangers where we thrive." Hekkeran replied.
"I see.." Momon spoke as he turned to the caravan designated for him.
"Ah...we didn't even get to introduce ourselves.." Arche, the mage said as she looked at the figure of Momon.
"Maybe he is still focused on thoughts about that night." Roberdyck, the priest of the group spoke.
Almost everyone knew of what happened that night, they naturally heard some stories related to Momon and his past, though most were rumours, even these had to have come from something.
"Either way, after we finish this mission we can talk to him." Hekkeran spoke as he led his team into their caravan.
Eventually, a line of caravan departed from Baharuth, their destination the plains where the Tomb of an Unknown being was situated.
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As time went by, the sun has already began to disappear in the horizon as the workers reached the hills surrounding the Tomb. They soon set up camps and gathered in one spot.
"Then, Sir Momon. We shall leave our equipments to you." Hekkeran spoke as he waved at Momon.
"Have a safe investigation." Momon nodded at them as they soon began to split up to raid different spots of the Tomb.
Looking at the leaving figures, Momon stood for a while, thinking of something, them suddenly left his spot as he entered a Tent. Inside was Nabe waiting for him.
Entering the tent he released his perfect armour spell, reverting to his original gaudy elder lich build.
"If anyone ask about me, you know what to say." Ainz spoke as he opened a gate.
"Yes my Lord." Nabe bowed as Ainz left the tent and went to the Tomb.
Entering the throne room he saw Albedo typing rapidly on the virtual keyboard as multiple transparent screens showed all the footage of the worker teams inside the tomb.
Sitting on his throne Ainz glanced at the Foolish mortals that arrogantly dared to soil the Tomb he and his friends cherished.
"Leave none alive." His one cold sentence made Albedo smile as she bowed.
"Yes my lord."
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In the Amphitheatre.
The workers while thinking that the task of raiding the tomb was easy at first were soon brought down from their high horses painfully, by the security of Nazarick.
One Worker group consisting of an Human and Four elf slaves were in a battle between the Giant Hamster, Hamuske. Dragon Hunt were being made to fight Tomb Old Guarders by the Pleiades.
While the another group was subjected to be dinner for Kyuokhoku's innumerable children.
And as for Foresight, they were in the Colosseum of Nazarick where they encounter the 'security' of Nazarick.
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"Huh.." Hekkeran gasped as he took in the view of the Colosseum and the starry night sky over them, they were teleported into this place when they tried to escape a horde of Undead Liches.
"Did we..come to the surface?" Arche, the mage of the group muttered.
"Greetings! Tonight we have a 'special' challenger! A group who has soiled the very ground on which the 41 Supreme Beings call their Home! " A loud and energetic voice boomed in the Amphitheatre, as the group looked up towards one of the stands.
There they saw a petite, dark elf, with a mic on her hands loudly commentating.
"Aaand! On the other side! We have one of the strongest Guardians! Loyal to Nazarick! And the Supreme Ones! Hyortr!!" The elf then introduced their supposed opponent.
Opposite to where they were, a gate opened, letting out two figures.
One was a strange being who floated above the ground, his hands clasped together as his ominous green eyes stared at them. The one following him was a small entity, about the size of an 12 year old.
The peculiar thing about this 'child' was that it wore clothes resembling mage robes, complete with a pointy hat and a staff. The child seemed to float in the air as if it were it's second nature, all his clothes were purple, while he wore a mask covering it.
As the larger being approched them, the 'child' giggled, though for the Group Foresight, it was unsettling.
"I Hyortr, the Guardian of the 4th Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick will be your opponent." The tall being spoke, his voice calm but a hint of disdain was in it.
The group visibly tensed at the disdain, it didn't bode well for them.
"Arche..." Hekkeran whispered to Arche.
Interpreting his hints, Arche activated her talent, which let her see the mana of her opponents.
Her eyes glowed as she glanced at the 'child' first, what she saw shocked her, a large amount of dark purple aura radiated out from it, it's form twisting and malevolent.
"The child is dangerous, at least a 6th tier spell caster." Arche analysed, this made the group even more tensed and warry.
Unable to look more at the void like Abyssal Aura she looked away from the Child.
Quickly looking away, she looked at Hyortr, what she saw next made her throw up everything that she ate for lunch.
"!!!Arche!" Shocked at the sudden reaction, the group turned to her.
"It seems you people are amateurs. First rule of a fight, never let your opponent know what you are doing, using your talent to see you opponent's status is well intended if they doesn't outmatch you though." Hyortr spoke to no-one as he waved his hands at the Child.
The Abyss mage who Foresight thought to be a child flew a few distance away.
"And to top it off, you have the audacity to regurgitate infront of me." Hyortr spoke as his gaze turned sharp, an invisible wave of oppression spread out and pressured the Group of humans.
"Run!.ackh! We can't win against him! He's on a different level!! He's a God!!" Arche struggled to enunciate her sentence through the saliva and acid still remaining in her mouth.
"What?.." Hekkeran, unable to understand her glanced at Hyortr, the culprit of her dramatic reaction.
"It seems your friend over there saw my Mana?...it was unwise for her. My Creator wanted a being that will rarely run out of Mana so he gave me a near infinite mana capacity. I heard he even sacrificed a World Item for it." Hyortr said to no-one.
But for the humans, they didn't know half of what he was speaking about.. atleast the infinite mana part they understood.
"We're Doomed..."
This was the sentiment they all shared as they glanced at the Figure before them, his nonchalant and calm demeanor felt like he had everything under control, every possible action, accounted for.
The next moment, death embraced them. But they had a Death of Mercy, unlike the others who would have wished for death.
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