The Overlord and False God

Chapter 9

Aurelie Residence, Servant Quarter

The room echoed with the sounds of struggle, as if someone was grappling with an arduous task.

"77...78...79..."

Amidst beads of sweat and trembling hands, a young man labored to continue his push-ups. Yet, his body reached its limit, and he dropped to the floor with a soft thud, defeated by gravity's pull.

Breathing heavily, he managed to utter something, "I can't go on, Sir," his voice tinged with exhaustion as he looked up.

Samael's expression remained unchanged as he observed Michael's struggle.

Silently, Samael cast a spell, and to Michael's astonishment, his fatigue vanished. His body returned to its normal state, devoid of tiredness and sweat.

"Try again. If you can't reach one hundred, consider your dinner as nothing but water and air."

"Yes, sir!"

With determination, Michael began his count anew.

He never questioned his master guidance. There was something his master had mentioned about the human body recovering faster than the mind, but Michael would ponder that later. He placed his trust in his master's judgment.

"1...2...3..."

The numbers rolled off as he focused on his task. Michael was well aware that his mentor knew what was best for him.

"Remember, it's crucial to start with training your body first, we will see what will happen next."

"Yes, sir!"

Samael nodded with a satisfied smile. He could already see the progress and improvement in the young man. It was only a matter of time before Michael became truly useful.

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Nazarick Spa Resort, Mixed Open Air Bath

The universe operates under a meticulous set of laws, established since its inception-a rigid framework dictating the course of reality itself.

But when an individual possesses the power to bend these laws to their own will, they become a marked threat. Like a computer equipped with an antivirus, the universe responds. Its primary objective: neutralize the anomaly. In extreme cases, the only option is containment-relocation to a realm beyond reality, a place where the laws of the universe hold no sway.

The destination of this cosmic exile remains shrouded in mystery, a realm no being can comprehend.

One thing, however, is clear: Cypher is dangerously close to being classified as a threat by the universe itself.

Unaware of the approaching peril, Cypher reclines in a luxurious bathhouse with a small sapphire-colored slime, and its gelatinous form a mix of spongy softness and gentle suction, moves across her skin. It cleanses her body with a harmless acidic solution, leaving a soothing tingling sensation in its wake.

"Ahh, this is pure bliss," Cypher murmurs, her body stretching lazily in contentment.

She takes a slow sip from a drink nearby, savoring it. A smile of satisfaction spreads across her face.

"Delicious!" she thinks, making a mental note to commend the maid who prepared it.

As she sinks deeper into relaxation, a thought flickers through her mind. "Why didn't I visit this place sooner?"

Her thoughts meander to Ainz, the absolute ruler of Nazarick.

"Ainz is really missing out on this," she chuckles softly, her gaze wandering to the illusionary night sky that veils the true ceiling of the bathhouse.