Village
Ainz has arrived in the lost realm and found a village. Though he never expected that he would see them being enslaved. The demons also said that the Primordials were dead or slaughtered. Adding up to his worries that their situation here was already that dire.

The said dream was crushed and it made Ainz bite his lower lips. Adding up to his regret was, he was too late. Or so he hoped not.

He freed the slaves and they made him their Lord instead. Making him massage his temples as he thinks things through. But! It was not a bad offer!

He immediately smirked and chuckled. It was time to be a Lord instead.

"Okay, I accept," Ainz said to the village elder.

"Yes! Thank you so much! May we ask our Lord's name?" the elder asked politely.

"I am Ainz Bloodsworn," Ainz bowed slightly.

"We should celebrate! Though we don't have much," the elder said in worry.

Ainz was chuckling, "Don't force a celebration if we became starved as a result. Save up the food and we must survive,"

Soon after, Ainz
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter