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

Chapter 176: Distress Fireworks

The night was as dark as ink, with only the faint red glow flickering on the magic screen. Ainz sat in brooding silence, his thoughts heavy. No doubt about it—the Slane Theocracy's attempt to resurrect Surshana, the God of Death, was a game-changer, a real kick in the teeth.

An urgent message from the Sorcerer Kingdom had confirmed it: the Slane Theocracy was trying to bring Surshana back. Ainz had faith in his level-100 guardians—they were probably already boots-on-the-ground in the Theocracy's capital, ready to throw down.

Surshana, the God of Death, was a legendary figure from six hundred years ago, an undead like Ainz himself. Alongside five companions, he'd founded the Slane Theocracy. After his buddies kicked the bucket, he single-handedly kept the Theocracy standing during the Eight Greed Kings' world-conquering rampage.

Now, the Slane Theocracy was gunning to bring him back. Could they pull it off? Was Surshana already up and walking? Or had the resurrection been botched, stopped dead in its tracks? Maybe he was back but under the thumb of the Sorcerer Kingdom's level-100 guardians?

A swarm of questions buzzed in Ainz's mind, but the magic screen stayed silent, no updates coming through. He itched to rush to the Slane Theocracy himself, but EeDechi was here, and letting her slip through his fingers wasn't an option.

After chewing it over, Ainz made up his mind.

"Nabe?"

"Here, Lord Ainz." Nabe gave a deep bow.

"I've got to make a trip to the Slane Theocracy's capital. I'll fly out far from the village first, then use teleportation magic to bounce, so the mana ripples don't tip off EeDechi. You stay here and keep tabs on her."

"Got it!" Nabe stood ramrod straight.

"From now on, you're on your own. One thing—keep that human-hating streak of yours in check. Try to think like one of them."

With that final piece of advice, Ainz shed his heavy magical steel armor, his body rising like a wisp of smoke, soaring into the distance until he vanished into the vast night sky.

Nabe watched him go, then brushed her bangs aside and strode back toward Moonstone Hollow.

...

EeDechi, Barrett, and Franco sat around a campfire, listening to an old man spin tales of his youthful travels through the deserts of the Eight Greed Kings.

Not far off, a graceful figure approached—it was Nabe, the companion of the adventurer Momon. She quietly joined them, sitting cross-legged by the fire.

EeDechi squinted at her, the glaring "-400" Justice Value hovering above Nabe's head practically burning her eyes.

"Hey, mind if I crash with you guys tonight?" Nabe asked, squirming under EeDechi's stare.

Franco jumped up, ready to blurt something out, but EeDechi slapped a hand over his mouth and cut in, "Where's your buddy Momon?"

"He had to take off for something. I'm on my own now, feeling a bit lonely." Nabe avoided EeDechi's gaze, turning her head aside, and for a moment, she almost looked bashful.

"Lovely lady, of course you can crash with us. Should I take this as some kind of special invite?" Franco broke free from EeDechi's grip, staring straight at Nabe, his tone dripping with sleazy innuendo.

Franco's violet eyes roamed over Nabe's figure with bad intentions. His gaze slid from her delicate face, down to the curves hidden under her cloak, as if trying to x-ray through her silk clothes to map out every inch of her body.

To Nabe, humans were disgusting, lowly bugs, and now this bug, Franco, was leering at her with that cheap, lustful look. Revulsion churned in her gut, her stomach twitching so hard she nearly puked up her dinner.