Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz) - Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 200)

Chapter 15: A Day in the Life of Ainz Ooal Gown

In a spacious and luxurious circular room, the floor was paved with polished black marble, overlaid with a thick, pale gold velvet carpet. The pristine walls were adorned with elegant sky-blue reliefs, interspersed with golden lily patterns.

Above, the curved dome was painted with extravagant yet delicate frescoes, and from its center hung a lavish twelve-armed crystal chandelier dripping with prisms. The room exuded a blend of romance and solemnity, radiating an air of opulent grandeur.

An uninformed visitor might mistake this for the imperial palace where the Baharuth Emperor received his ministers, but the massive rosewood bed inlaid with gold—big enough to sleep five—revealed that this was merely a bedroom.

A skeleton clad in cream-colored silk pajamas lay quietly on the silken bed.

It seemed this skeleton would remain in this extravagant bedroom forever, but suddenly, two crimson lights flared to life in the dark, hollow eye sockets of its skull, slicing through the tranquil darkness of the room.

Ainz Ooal Gown awoke. Or rather, it couldn't exactly be called waking, since after becoming an undead, Ainz no longer required sleep. Lying in bed at night and rising in the morning was simply a habit he maintained, a remnant of the biological clock he'd followed as a human before crossing into this world.

There was no helping it—he was a transmigrator, thrust into the body of an undead. Some human tendencies still lingered, unadjusted. Besides, during the endless nights, he had little else to do but lie in bed, letting his thoughts drift in a meditative haze.

The subordinates of the Great Tomb of Nazarick excelled at both combat and governance, leaving Ainz with few administrative duties to handle.

Though his fiercely loyal followers often sought his guidance with reverent enthusiasm, Ainz could only offer vague, symbolic direction.

Once a mediocre office worker scraping by, he now found himself ruling over the Great Tomb of Nazarick, commanding hundreds of capable lieutenants—a task that, frankly, left him feeling out of his depth.

Still, thanks to the formidable talents of his underlings, the path to world conquest marched on smoothly.

Ever since Ainz unleashed the Super-Tier Magic "Iä Shub-Niggurath" and wiped out 180,000 Kingdom troops in a single hour, the two major human nations, Re-Estize and Baharuth, had successively bowed to the Sorcerer Kingdom he'd founded, willingly becoming vassal states.

Re-Estize's surrender made some sense—after all, their main army had been damn near annihilated, and even their crown prince got snuffed out. But why the hell would Baharuth also step up and beg to be a subordinate state? Ainz couldn't wrap his head around it.

After the one-sided slaughter of the Kingdom's forces, Ainz had gone out of his way to visit the capital arena in Baharuth, squaring off against the arena's champion, the Martial Lord, in a friendly duel. He figured it'd be a nice gesture to cozy up to Baharuth's Emperor Jircniv.

But after the match, Jircniv—shaking like a leaf—practically tripped over himself to pledge vassalage, leaving Ainz totally stumped.

He'd even been thinking about hitting it off with Jircniv, maybe picking up some pointers on how to act like a big shot and run a country. Fat chance of that now.

Recalling the whole mess, Ainz let out a soft sigh, rolled out of bed, and tugged open the collar of his silk pajamas, ready to throw on something else. His eyes landed on the black-and-red gold-embroidered robe hanging on the rack—enchanted to never get dirty—but suddenly, he felt like switching it up.

He reached for the magic bell on the table, giving it a flick to summon the maid Yuri Alpha.

"Ding~" The chime rang out, but before Ainz could even bark an order to the maids on the other end, the bedroom door slammed open with a loud "bang." A lithe, snow-white bird darted in, black wings flaring behind it, and made a beeline for Ainz by the bed.