(Y/n): you really wanna do this?
Ainz: sighs" yes, if anything the fact of someone bearing the name of our guild should raise questions to any players out there, and hopefully our friends.
(Y/n): smile" whatever you say Satoru.
You two reach the main hall doors Sebas awaiting your arrival as they open on their own following you two stepping into the main hall as a good portion of the tomb's residence turn to face stepping aside to let you two pass Ainz sitting on his throne as you take out your claymore placing it in front of you resting your hands on it
Ainz: firstly, I would want to apologize of taking independent action.
(Y/n): 'not really we discussed this earlier.'
Ainz: Albedo will tell you why I have gathered you all here afterwards however there is a matter which is more important than that I must tell the gathered members of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick something- [Greater Break Item]
You watched as his sigil is burnt up and the pole holding it collapses down into the floor
Ainz: I have changed my name from now on, my name is now "he raises his bony finger the residents following it as he points to the grand banner behind the throne bearing the guild's sigil that of Ainz Ooal Gown" my name is Ainz Ooal Gown, you may address me as Ainz.
Murmurs are heard maong them raising your sword striking the ground returning their attention back to Ainz
Ainz: thank you Gier...if anyone objects to this, rise now and let your view be heard!
Nobody rose either they were too scared, too loyal, or actually liked the new name nonetheless Albedo spoke up on behalf for them
Albedo: We have heard your glorious name all hail Ainz Ooal Gown! oh Supreme One Ainz Ooal Gown every member of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick pledges their undying loyalty to you.
NPCs: all glory to Ainz Ooal Gown! lord and leader of us all, Ainz Ooal Gown! we shall give ourselves to you!
You smile deciding to humor him you join them in their chant
(Y/n): long live Ainz Ooal Gown! oh king of fearsome power, Ainz Ooal Gown! all shall know your greatness!
You raise your sword into the air their chants growing louder from your encouragement whilst Ainz thought to himself on the others sure you were okay with him taking the name, but would the others think the same he stands to leave noticing him you don't get to call him out teleporting away
(Y/n): 'damn it Satoru...what are we gonna do in this new world we've ben taken to'
As you stray in your mind you don't notice Albedo giving orders turning to face you next calling your name pulling you out
Albedo: my Lord.
(Y/n): yes, Albedo?
Albedo: Demiurge wishes to speak some words with you.
You turn to the archdevil kneeling in front of you walking up to him as he continues to look down
(Y/n): you wished to speak with me.
Demiurge: yes, my Lord.
(Y/n): speak.
Demiurge: Lord Ainz looked to the night sky and told me, "perhaps the reason that I have come here is to claim this chest of jewels which belongs to nobody" After that he said, "No, this is not something I can claim for myself perhaps these jewels are meant to adorn the Great underground Tomb of Nazarick myself and my friends from Ainz Ooal Gown" The chest of jewels here refers to the world this is where Lord Ainz's true ambitions lie "you turn to look back at the banner behind the throne" finally Lord Ainz said, "however conquering this world might be quite interesting" In short, that means...
Everyone looked to you as the second Supreme being of the tomb they followed your eyes staring at the banner as well
Demiurge: it would only be fitting if the Supreme Commander of the Tomb addressed Lord Ainz's plan for conquest.
You retunr your stare at him confusion racing in your mind Ainz's conquest why didn't you hear about that you begin to ponder about it
(Y/n): 'huh, I guess conquering this world is one way of spreading the name didn't think he would want to do it last time we suggested it me and a few others were shot down'
Demiurge: Lord Gier, were you unaware?
(Y/n): hm oh no I was just figuring a way to explain this to the rest of you without spreading confusion and concerns.
Demiurge: of course my lord.
You step to the center standing in front of the throne you wouldn't dare to sit on it the all the npcs of the tomb looking at you
(Y/n): understanding Lord Ainz's true intentions and preparing for them is the proof of your loyalty and the mark of excellent subordinates everyone must keep in mind that the final objective of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick is to take this chest of jewels this world not in my namesake, but to my dear friend Lord Ainz "you raise your claymore" I shall lead the great armies of Nazarick as I have before and manifest our destiny to claim these lands!
You swell in pride growing in size standing at eleven feet as your dragon swings sprout from behind you shrouding the banner horns growing from your head as dark purple scales appear in patches stopping your transformation before you go too far
Tomb: we will render everything in this world unto its rightful ruler, Lord Ainz.
Striking the ground with your claymore the hall returns to silence
(Y/n): you are dispersed.
The Tomb residence stand bowing leaving the great hall
(Y/n): Albedo join me.
Albedo: yes, my Lord.
You walk through a side door into the residency part of the floor slowly reverting back your human disguise looking back you spot Albedo walking behind you
(Y/n): Albedo walk by my side.
Her head perks up quickly rushing to your side as much as dress as tight as hers lets spotting the ring you gifted her by the glimmer it gives noticing her blush guilt rushing over you rubbing your wedding finger feeling the nonexistent wedding ring you wear in the old world noticing your discomfort she speaks up
Albedo: am I disturbing you, (Y/n)?
The guilt stings even more as she calls your name
(Y/n): no...yes...Albedo, the love you feel for me is the result of Lord Ainz's meddling they are not certainly not your original feelings...
Albedo: before Lord Ainz changed me, what kind of person was I, (Y/n).
You recall when your were first making Sif with Tabula and Perononcino as he would explain his NPCs to you as a form of example on what you could make
Tabula: so I made her beautiful with these amber eyes and huge tits.
(Y/n): cool so uh how do I do hair color?
Perononcino: that gradient should control it.
Tabula: that's not the best part I made her a bitch!
(Y/n): a slut?
Tabula: sure you can call it that.
(Y/n): so would she act...slutty?
Perononcino: my dear (Y/n) are you shy?
(Y/n): sorry that I'm not into the same thing as you!
Perononcino: hey no kink shaming!
The memory disappears as quickly as it appeared smirking a bit
(Y/n): 'yeah a bitch I guess...I can't say that to her!'
She takes your silence as an answer
Albedo: then, I am quite happy with the way I am now so there is no need for you to feel upset, (Y/n).
(Y/n): I see, but-
Albedo: but...but what may I ask? there is only one thing that matters, doe it trouble you?
(Y/n): 'my home, my job, my...wife could be gone for all I know...and if I can never return back to that world perhaps Albedo being in love with me shall not be so bad maybe Satoru's name being replaced with mine was fated I'll...give it a go see where it goes maybe her feelings may falter for just a phase' no, no how could it trouble me.
Albedo: then, is there a problem with it?
Saying no would be your true answer, but there was still something that did concern you
Albedo: then it should be fine, right?
(Y/n): Ainz, he messed with Tabula's character settings do you not wish to go back to your old self?
Albedo: if Lord Ainz had done it perhaps he believed we were meant to be, and I believe Lord Tabula would approve with all the joy of giving his daughter away for marriage.
Satisfied with her answer you think the idea in your head soon it being replaced with you giving Sif away for marriage it brings a smile to you
(Y/n): yes, yes I think he would.
You finally reach the doors to the guild master's office passing by your door hearing SIf practicing in your room a content smile as the rest of your scales smooth out your horns and wings long resided back into you entering the office finding Ainz with his head in his hands looking up to see you and Albedo
(Y/n): so, maintenance...
You spent a good quarter of hours in the office with him and Albedo without the us of UIs you were forced to doing things by hand being the expert in RTS wargames you were given everything regarding the armies, defenses, and the such while Ainz dealt with anything regarding the tomb's economical aspects food for those that needed it, materials for production, and the matter Albedo mainly provided what needed to be done in matters of importance and solutions to those issues...which unfortunately wasn't the solution you wanted the office could need some eye candy besides Albedo and you spent nine hours
(Y/n): 'nine hours...the chief would have to do this himself! and I wanted to be the chief of department!'
Ainz: if you need it Gier you may rest.
(Y/n): thank you Ainz, guess even we dragons need slumber.
You get up walking towards the exit
Ainz: before you go Gier we will be going on out tomorrow.
(Y/n): what for?
Ainz: we will pose as adventurers to understand the world better.
(Y/n): wonderful I'll get ready then, take Narberal.
Ainz: Narberal?
(Y/n): we'll need someone I doubt the others would let us go otherwise.
He turns to Albedo who nods looking up seeing the eight-legged assassins looking down at him
Ainz: very well then.
You give him a two finger salute heading out walking into your room finding Sif still practicing with her rapier at your sudden intrusion she sits on your bed
Sif: where are you going, master?
(Y/n): me and Ainz along with Naberal are posing as adventurers so we'll be gone for a while you'll be in Lupusregina's care
Sif: why can't I join?
(Y/n): because daddy and Uncle Ainz are trying to get a scope of this new world.
You look at yourself in the mirror extending your arms out studying the current armor your wearing kicking the chest next to the mirror opens a UI surprised that one still exist you scroll through your armors
Sif: but Naberal is going with you?
(Y/n): precisely Narberal while she matters to me too you are my daughter I wouldn't appreciate you getting hurt beside your only a few months old probably in a couple months or so I'll consider it "you keep scrolling through your armors" ah where is it?
You reach the end of your list not finding your primary armor confused on where you left it wasn't on display as there still was one armor stand in use and the second one was the current armor you were using
(Y/n): now that I think about it "you step back looking at your swords framed on the wall" where is my moonlight?
Sif: if you can't find it master why don't you go with your huntsman outfit.
(Y/n): hm you know what I will "you return to your armors displaying your huntsman outfit on the armor stands" there I'm ready for tomorrow.
You yawn stretching your arms walking to your bed you unstrap your armor laying down to sleep Sif placing her rapier next to her armors does same crawling onto your bed sleeping under your arms
Time skip
The inn is bustling with adventurers and patrons drinking their time away when the door opens as a man concealed completely in black plated armor with gold accents with two buster swords if his swords alone didn't intimidate his size sure did enters the inn followed by a woman with a sword at her side dressed in common adventures clothing, but still radiated elegance with her pale complexion framed by her dark lustrous hair when a third enters another man shorter than the first dressed in black nobles clothing with a tricorn hat with the brim on the back torns as if bitten a black scarf covering the lower part of their face the only part visible being his brightly yellow colored eyes a greatsword on their back the scabbard etched with designs of a dragon descending upon an army of soldiers these were Ainz, Narberal Gamma of the Pliedes, and you under the alias of Momon, Nabe, and Huntsman
Walking to the bar owner the patrons eyes the three of them as they walked up to the owner who stops mopping the floor like it would do much in the filthy inn seeing moss growing in the corners of the establishment
???: a room huh for how long?
Ainz: We wish to stay for one night.
The innkeeper notices your guild plates
???: A copper plate, huh well a night is five coppers the food is oatmeal and vegetables meat is optional with an extra copper piece, but you might get old bread instead of oatmeal.
Ainz: if it is at all possible I would like a double room.
You look around the inn as they gaze jealousy at your expensive looking gear and especially at Narberal making your blood boil
???: use your brains a little! or is that flashy helmet of your empty inside huh?!
You snicker at the remark not half wrong though the innkeeper attempts to be intimidating by speaking up to Ainz failing nonetheless seeing his reaction the man gives up on explaining the situation Ainz is and looking for party members
Ainz: a double room and I'll pass on the food.
???: tsk another punk who doesn't appreciate others kindness or are you trying to say that you're something else and that full plate isn't for show "the innkeeper drops his act once more" forget it that'll be seven coppers a night upfront of course.
The innkeeper motions for his money Ainz walks to pay him the moeny Narberal following as you stare at the bar owner making him uneasy before following the other two when one merc attempts to harass your group by sticking their foot out Ainz lightly kicking his foot out of the way
???: oi oi that hurt.
The man standing feigning pain noticing that the necklace he wore was an iron plate threatening Ainz the inn's attention now placed on their commotion Ainz obviously irritated by the fool
Ainz: is that so, I must have missed the foot in front of this closed helm or perhaps your leg was too short...well that's my excuse can you forgive me.
???: bastard...
The merc stares at him with killer intent in mind when he turns his attention to Narberal clenching your fist
???: you're an annoying fellow, but i'm a generous man as long as you lend me your women for a night I'll forgive you.
He tries to reach for her as she readies to cut his hand off, but you grab his hand first squeezing it his smirk replaced by pain making Ainz sneer at his situation
???: wh-what's so funny.
Ainz: oh it's nothing I couldn't help, but laugh at the way you sound like a stereotypical punk don't worry about it.
You let go of his hand holding it in pain he looks at Ainz questioning his words
???: wha?
Ainz: ah, before we start can I ask a question? are you stronger than Gazef Stronoff?
???: wha? what are you talking about?
Ainz: I see, it's all clear from your reaction if it's like that then I won't even need to play with you
You smile under the scarf as Ainz manhandles the merc with just one arm the whole inn silent in awe that he could lift him up with one arm gently tossing him across the inn crashing into the tables, well gently for Ainz, as the woman at table screams in shock
Ainz: then what do the rest of you plan to do? can you save me the trouble and come all at once? it's foolish to waste time on things like this.
The merc's friends quickly stood up lowering their head in apology
???: n-no! our buddy offended you we're very sorry!
Ainz: hm, I forgive besides it hardly inconvenienced me however you had best pay the innkeeper for that table.
???: of course! we will pay the full price!
Just as the situation had calmed down another arose
???: wait wait wa-
You turn around to face the woman from the broken table shutting her up from just your stare looking down upon her you study her appearance her short messy red hair tan skin and muscled arms you spot the iron plate on her chest seeing that she too is an adventurer she regains her confidence walking around you to speak to Ainz
???: see what you've done!
Ainz: what have I done?
???: you, you don't even know what you did? "she points at the broken table" you threw that guy over and broke my potion, my precious potion!
Ainz: and?
Your eye widen at Ainz daring move you don't know about him, but as a married man you knew not to mess with a woman when it came to their possessions as you can feel her stare even when standing behind her as her voice changes in tone
???: pay me back for my potion.
Ainz: ...it's just a potion.
???:...I starved and scrimped and saved to buy that potion today and now you broke it! I've always believed that I could get through a dangerous adventure as long as I had a potion, but now you've shattered my hopes and dreams and you've still got an attitude like that? "she starts to really get pissed off" Ahhhh, it makes me so mad!
Your eyes turn to him as you can mentally see himself get frustrated even with helmet and emotionless
Ainz: how about asking that man to pay you back? if he hadn't stuck his short leg out, this tragedy wouldn't had taken place am I wrong?
His gaze turn to the merc's buddies who nervously agree to his decree
???: forget it, I don't care who pays me back as long as it's a potion or its equivalent in cash...although that potion was worth one gold and ten silvers.
Unfortunate for your situation the goons lower their head revealing their lack of funds
???: As I thought these drunkards wouldn't have that sort of money "she then uses a trick you've seen done when taking bribes using 'accidents' to get a better deal" well seeing as you're dressed in such a flashy suit of armor and your noble buddy over there surely you two must have a healing potion, right?
Ainz though doesn't take kindly to the gesture though he manages to calm down without triggering his nullifiers
Ainz: it's not like I don't...although that was a recovery potion, am I correct?
???: indeed I saved up for every little-
Ainz: alright I get it that's enough we'll pay you back with another potion and be even.
(Y/n): 'we'll, what do you mean we'll?'
Ainz: Huntsman will you please.
You stand still for a bit your eyes darting between the two before pulling your coat open the inner part of your coat lined with potions grabbing two you pull the cork the metallic smell of blood emitting closing it though your sure she smelt it still handing one to her who studies the potion looking at you reluctantly accepting it
Ainz: this should be fine right?
???: mm, I guess.
Ainz notices that Narberal had been casting a very intimidating aura and the inn could feel the dread from it, it also didn't help that you had to sacrifice one of your potion so your blood was boiling crushing the bottle of blood in your hands the inn's crowd seem to wince at the noise the blood crawling up your sleeve
Ainz: let's go.
You two follow him to the innkeeper paying him what was due giving him directions to the room and requesting supplies agreeing to have it ready by dinner you three head upstairs once your up you hear the people begin chattering to themselves about you three though you could point out the different voices learning a few names like the innkeepers gramps well at least a nickname and the female warrior Britta entering your room last closing the door with a thud when you finally give a yell in anger the floor below going quiet before it picks up again in noise
Ainz: are you crazy, you'll blow our disguises.
(Y/n): next time pay with your own potions the name Gier isn't for flare you know.
You used polymorph to alter your voice to sound human rather your echo like voice
Ainz: I apologize I swear I will next time, now our room...
The room isn't much just two bed frames with chest for belongings a window opening it the room looked slightly better with the sunlight illuminating the room as Ainz investigated the whole room, disappointed
(Y/n): wasn't there a better inn?
Narberal: I can't believe he would dare to let you stay in a place like this, Momon Huntsman.
Ainz: Don't say that you two our aim is to become adventurers and then increase our fame to the point where everyone knows of us until then it won't hurt to experience the life of a newbie.
(Y/n): I just hate that you had to make me the edgy guy of the group.
You close the blinds the room quickly engulfed by the darkness save some candles for light
Ainz: still...the life of an adventurer is banal.
(Y/n): not all jobs are perfect, Ainz.
Ainz: yeah, your right.
Nabe remains silent scared of interrupting her lords conversation as Ainz dissolves his armor and weapons away to reveal himself adorned in numerous magic items most you recognize some you forget just because they had long names a pretty common practice back in Yggdrasil you naming your weapons after famous fantasy weapons from pop culture like your primary missing great sword, Holy moonlight
(Y/n): speaking of which how should we deal with that woman I'm pretty sure she won't enjoy the contents of my potion once she takes a drink.
Narberal: do you wish for me to dispose of her, my Lords.
Ainz: ah, the one whose potion we broke we don't need to worry I'd be angry too if someone broke something of mine well probably it's only natural for her to scold me for my carelessness.
Narberal: but that was because a foolish human tried to provoke a supreme being that man is to blame.
Ainz: perhaps, but I was the one who threw that man I hope that you will be big hearted and forgive her what we should be doing in this city is becoming a part of this world to increase the renown of our names it would reflect badly on us if rumors spread that we could not even pay someone back the value of a single potion.
(Y/n): my potion.
Ainz: y-yes, but also we should give her some slack since she's technically our senior in the sense of ranking.
You roll your eyes fiddling with your copper plate a simple sign of your ranking in the guild the highest and rarest being adamantite which would allow you three to do more meaningful task
Narberal: however, I feel as if these soft metals adamantite are not worthy of you, my lords apoitakara, hihiirokane, or other prismatic metals would be more fitting of yourself these people in the guilds have not taste at all
Ainz: Narberal just to be safe call us Momon and Huntsman
Narberal: yes, lord Momon.
You smirk chuckling sitting next to her grabbing her arm guiding it up to your face leading her by her chin to face towards yours, you never knew doppelgangers could blush
(Y/n): my dear, Narberal don't forget....we are under these disguises we are not Lord Ainz or Gier, but Momon and Huntsman just as us your new alias shall be Nabe.
Ainz: 'leave it to (Y/n) to solve all his issues through seductions stupid stupid racial speech buffs' "sighs" this is our plan for the future-
Narberal: yes!
Pulling herself away from you she stands at the ready pulling your scarf down your smirk visible to Ainz understanding his struggle through his beady eyes continuing where he was cut off
Ainz: we are here to go undercover as adventurers in this city this is because we have to collect information on adventurers in other words the strongest people in this world though our emphasis will be on learning about Yggdrasil players like me and Gier attaining higher ranks will allow us to take higher ranked jobs which will also allow us to collect more reliable and useful information therefore our first objective is to become successful adventurers.
(Y/n): that appears easy enough.
Ainz: while they may be true we run into several problems at the moment to begin with, we have no money.
(Y/n): your joking? We could buy our way up to the top through a pouch of coins.
Narberal: it is true we have already confirmed that Yggdrasil coin has monetary value.
Ainz: true, let me correct myself Yggdrasil gold coin carries twice as much as the local gold, but if we to use them it could be a blatant advertisement to other Yggdrasil players that we're here, so we should try to avoid that situation and limit the use of Yggdrasil coins as a last resort.
(Y/n): and not the players we want, I assume.
Ainz: indeed they are people we cannot take them lightly.
While you two weren't weak to say both of being the highest level possible that being one hundred, Ainz had fashioned his whole character around the aspect of roleplaying he could still hold himself up in a fight you on the other took a different approach spending your time spending your points on being a glass cannon dashing around the field at immense speed dealing heavy amounts of damage, but weak when taking it though that was balanced after you used Ouroboros to ask the devs to give you the npc locked race dragon making you slightly tankier so catching the attention of players which unfortunately in yours and Ainz case the majority of Yggdrasil's player base played human meaning other human players would want to protect other humans and when your whole guild is based around the idea of despising humanity it was no wonder that Narberal hated humans like the rest of the tomb residence except perhaps a few neutrals or good
Ainz: well, what a waste.
(Y/n): a waste?
Ainz: I'm talking about how Nigun died so easily.
(Y/n): who?
Ainz: that man from the Slaine Theocracy who would've provided valuable information weren't it he died under simple questioning.
(Y/n): tsk the real shame was the sword such...poor quality.
Ainz: yes, we'll sell the swords, but before that we need a job.
Narberal: then shall we visit the guild again tomorrow.
Ainz: yes, although I would like to explore the city learn more of it sadly we'll need to lay it off until we make some money.
Narberal: I see, as a battle maid I shall carry out your order with all my strength.
(Y/n): see Ainz, we could count on her.
Ainz nods casting his illusion spell once more the armor returning
Ainz: I shall inspecting our surrounding area, huntsman you shall collect any information inside the inn, and Nabe stay here and wait for orders.
You groan at the edgy nickname he's given you standing up heading for the door
Nabe: please allow me to come with you!
Ainz: no, I'm only looking around the neighborhood you must stay on your guard and never slack off while I don't think there's any vulnerabilities in our defenses for the moment this place might well be considered enemy territory so you must never relax.
Nabe: understood.
(Y/n): fret not Nabe, I'll be downstairs
Ains: nods" yes, I'll also leave the scheduled call-ins to you.
Mini skip
The door to the guild opens you three entering seeing the lobby of the building filled with a colorful bunch of adventurers the receptionist counter in the back staffed by three woman on the top floor were doors probably for meetings on the stair walls was aboard stationed with different jobs Ainz nodding at you you begin walking forward stopping at the board as he continues to the counter...
(Y/n): 'I can't read this what language even is this!'
Ainz walks up to you and looks down at you both agreeing that your both screwed if neither could read one of the jobs returning to the board you spot a job that looked different than the others pointing at it Ainz grabbing it heading to the counter following
Ainz: I'd like to take this job.
???: I'm sorry, but this is for mithril plate adventurers
Ainz: I know that's why I took it.
???: eh? ah, but even if you asked according to the rules.
Ainz: they're worthless rules I'm fed up with having to keep proving myself easy pathetic rules like this before my rank up.
???: if you fail this job many people will lose their lives.
You growl rolling your eyes the adventurers present seeming to back her word silently
Ainz: 'not you too, (Y/n)!'
Though Ainz while irritated still understood as a salaryman back home he despised when people rejected people's opinions without offering a solution so he decides to flex with his trump card
Ainz: My friend, Nabe is a magician capable of using tier three magic "everyone whispers among each other at hearing Naberal's power" and my last friend, Huntsman, is proficient in the art of swordsmanship and smithing wielding his trick weapon personally I myself am a warrior of comparable strength to my comrades a job like that would be a trivial task for me
People are once again more curious at the group a man with exquisite armor, a woman capable of tier 3 magic, and another man with what they hear for the first time a trick weapon in a job where strength is valued second to money the adventurers seemed to ease a little
Ainz: we did not become adventurers to do jobs for a few pieces of copper I wish to take on a higher ranked job if you wish to see our strength I will be more than glad to show it to you therefore can we take this job.
Unfortunately the receptionist was not as easily impressed
???: I am very sorry, but we cannot let you take this job due to rules.
As he appeared to be out of options you nudge his shoulder leaning into the woman enough for you two to hear only of course Ainz and Narberal could easily
(Y/n): I know it can't be helped...and we did put you in a difficult situation perhaps we can come to an agreement "you wink at her causing her to blush a bit placing your hand behind your back" could you help us pick the most challenging copper plate job then surely there are others besides the ones on the board right?
Still as silent minus the few whispers the adventurers discuss what you two could possibly be speaking Ainz looking down at your hands notices a gold coin flicker in the light before dissipating
AInz: 'you cheat'
???: ah, there are a few I know.
You pull your scarf down giving her a wink with smile Ainz while still angry that you used an item to boost your already benevolent speech was about to cry tears of joy...that is
???: how about helping us with our work then?
Ainz: what? the job in question...is it worthwhile?
???: mm I feel it's worthwhile.
Silver plates while it wasn't a huge reputable plate it was still something even with four of them Ainz though it over look down at you as you fixe your scarf shrugging your shoulders
Ainz: worthwhile jobs are what I seek then let us work together though I would like ask what sort of job it is.
While not what you were looking for it had to do as the team's leader request the receptionist prepare a room hopefully this could boost your popularity and rank up you think heading up the stairs