Ainz was in his war room and he was surrounded by the 8 primordials. They looked menacing, all confident, and eager to teach. Apt to do and able to. They all were ready and Ainz was concerned and they were overzealous to teach him. Eyes were sparkling with a burning passion. He was like a cornered rat from a cat. Being taught by them was what was his dream. Now the problem was if they would overdo it. He would be having trouble catching up.He needed to be prepared. Especially his mind and heart. It would soon start and he would be training in their arts. All would be in the right place and at the right time. He would be having a rigorous week ahead. His rest would be short-lived and his peaceful days would have to end shortly. They were ready to let the class begin. As far as Ainz was concerned, they would teach him their techniques and it would be tasking on their part."We will teach you the basics. The Primordial technique was divided into 8 groups of clans that merged. Having
Ragnar was on his high horse to teach his Lord. Making him try his best to impart his knowledge and skills. In the training field, Ainz was first taught the skill types and then their use. He was first briefed about his training this week and it would take time to learn them all.In the past when he was still young, even before the primordial wars where Gods, Demons, and, Humans were still battling, he has not trained in the arts of Primordial techniques. Making him a newbie to all of it.They were very secretive and he can only train in martial arts for the war and did not have skills. Reaching the blurred realm of martial arts made him kill several Gods and Demons. That was the trump card of humanity as well as the Primordial technique. Making the humans weak but having the greatest potential. Given the time to grow, they could move mountains. Though the end of the war was a stalemate. After all, the parties suffered great casualties, but they all stopped the war. The Demon gods s
Ainz's training in Voyaging was indeed a fruitful one. The Primordials were already excited for their turn. Well, their turn would come sooner than later. It would be set in fate, time is only the one to pass.It was afternoon and the sun was about to set. The training ground was a mess with all those duels with Ragnar. Learning basic combat from him was just easy. As Ainz was already a martial arts grandmaster. He was able to defeat Ragnar several times already using the Voyaging skills and fighting style. As for Ainz, his fighting style was honed throughout the years. And it was mixing up now. A bit of a bad habit that Ainz has gained. He was confused as to what he would use. The fencing style was new for him and he still has to learn such style. It was more of a deflect and thrust style. A bit different from a swordsman's way of fighting. Nevertheless, it was still a good style. Ainz rested for a while but the time was of the essence. He immediately told Ragnar to continue their
The morning was breezy and the cold winds assaulted the village. Battering against the roofs and windows of the houses as the villagers huddled inside. The citizens shivers as fall was coming. Making them prepare for winter for now.Others have prepared already and stocked dry woods and food. Others were warmed inside their houses and were settled while sipping soup.Ainz was not excempted from the cold winds but the training must proceed no matter what. For Ainz, time was gold. It would be a waste if he would just huddle inside his cozy room for now. Also, he was in dire straights if he would just waste time. Minding that enemies would attack anytime soon. And so, he thought that he needed to get stronger as soon as possible. Learning all he needed to know in primordial techniques that he needed to know. As far as his progress was, he was still halfway there. More techniques await!Ainz was in the training field as well as Marvin. He was tasked to train Ainz this time. With the ot
Ainz Bloodsworn was a primordial entity that created many books and techniques, as well as cultivation manuals. He traveled the lands of Venafar and was a hermit. He became an immortal that doesn't age at all!He made many friends and also made skills in his spare time as a hobby. He visited the shrines of Gods that were his past comrades. They ascended thousands of years before and he talked with them sometimes when he visited them in their shrines. He decided not to ascend as a God and just wanted to walk the lands as a mortal. He trained many young ones for the past thousands of years and many of them became a foundation of the kingdom. Now, he was running away as always. Why? Because he was chased by Demon Gods nonstop for the past thousands of years. Escaping into portals he created as he was chased. Until he was assassinated by them in a grueling battle. He was tired of running and so he confronted them at last. Though he was just a mortal and was defeated in battle. His soul
In his crib which was made of wooden floor and top, it was being held by a child that was none other than Ainz. Or so what his nickname here in this world was given by his mom.Helpless as it seems, he started to play with words with his mouth for better pronunciation. Getting a round trip from left to right and right to left in his crib. 'The wheels of the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels of the bus go round and round, all through the town...' Singing in his mind while circling the crib. He was from earth in the past and was reincarnated so he knew some songs from his motherland. He can walk just fine without worries but it was all boring in that place for some time. Having memorized the nooks and crannies in the room with walls made of wood. Some wooden chairs in the front of the crib and a horn of a reindeer were placed on the wall.Seems like a normal room with a wooden table, placed with a lamp on top of it and it was lit to give radiance to
Ainz's mother was washing his clothes and putting him in the crib. Giving him toys to play with, in the meantime. Kissing him on the cheeks then leaving the room. Carrying his unwashed clothes with her.Living idly with his crib and the same table for him to eat. A nice life of being a helpless baby. Just enjoy the perks of being in a form of an infant. Just as life was easy, Ainz was in his crib again for some time now. Playing in his crib with wooden toys that were carved to be a human that has a shield and sword. Making it clash with the other toy that was an enemy – a wooden carved dragon. Making the dragonfly and diving into a human. 'Clash! The human died at its fangs and the dragon ate him. The end!' Ainz said in his mind. Thinking of all his time, he can't help but think that time was so slow. He threw his toys at the walls of his crib and then pouted.'Hey System! Can you give me something to do? Something good?'[Are you sure? I don't see a problem why not][Goal: Sit and
It was night time and he was fed by his mother with milk in a cup of clay. He was on her lap and was sipping the content of it. Just in his view, he can see his mother's breast. Not that he wanted to drink there instead, but it was famished with milk there. The memories of the past was pitifully sucking it but it was all dried up. Dry as a desert without anything on it. Just pure nothing.So he was resting assured when the milk came, the milk of the animal called a cow. Agriculturally termed as cattle. A large ruminant that eats grass and the grass was converted to milk. So he was like sipping from said animal indirectly. Making him imagine that he was sucking it instead. It was not satisfying in any sense but it was his food for now. Making him want to puke but he was hungry. He didn't even have a choice but to drink it. He would rather suck the said animal than his mother's famished breast. He soon was being tapped in his lap and was being sung by the song of his mother. It was c