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Every day, different kinds of undead creatures migrate here. They were asked about the reason they come here and they said that they wanted to escape from the adventurers and the scriptures. In the streets of this city, there could be seen elder liches chatting with each other, vampire children running and vampire couples dating. If any mortal could see this, they would faint immediately. This has become a grand undead civilization that is growing every day. This was the Sorcerer Kingdom of Nazarick.

The army of this kingdom was ultra-large. Three years ago, the Sorcerer King gathered 1 million low-level undead beings to summon 3,000 Death Warriors that were level 35-40. From that day, 3,000 of them pop out from the ground every day at the same place they were summoned, and now to this day, they are 3,200,000 Death Warriors. It was a terrifying number of creatures that a single one of them could destroy a small kingdom.

The other undead warriors were the Death Knights. It didn't work to summon them like the Death Warriors, so the Sorcerer King and the high-level servants summoned them every day. The number of the Death Knights now numbered 260,180. Next, there were small armies of Undead Berserkers, Death Cavaliers, Nazguls, Pale Raiders, and many other undead beings of terrifying power.

All the undead beings in this kingdom were loyal to the absolute ruler of this land. He was their king. He was their God. He was the Supreme Overlord of Death, the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown.

Temples and statues were built for this exalted being that created this paradise for them. The majestic castle was located in the middle of the city. It had a gothic style and was surrounded by walls with many towers that were guarded by high-level undead warriors and magic casters.

Inside the castle, in the private chamber of the king, lay the Supreme Overlord, Ainz Ooal Gown on his luxurious bed. His wife Zesshi Zetsumei was sleeping close to him with her hands upon his skeletal chest. But, under the bedspread, something was moving.

She's- been doing this all night…

I lifted the bedspread and saw Clementine that was sucking my cock. She didn't need to breathe because of her undead nature, that's why she sucked it all down her throat. I had gone to great lengths to create this particular customization, collaborating directly with the developers. It demanded an exorbitant amount of time, effort, and money to persuade them to fulfill my request.

In return, they added my profile to a blacklist, ensuring I would be instantly banned if I ever attempted anything remotely inappropriate within the game, no matter how trivial.

Yet now, looking at it here in this moment, I felt every single coin spent, every second invested, and every ounce of persuasion was undeniably worth it.

Below my ribs around my pelvis located between the root and glans was a dark like-void in the form of a six-pack that covered my red sphere and almost my legs too. I crafted this pristine white-and-blue masterpiece with the sole purpose of satisfying Albedo and Arturia's deepest desires, never imagining I'd personally experience the sensations it could evoke. That bastard Suzuki always got to indulge in the pleasures I painstakingly designed—until now.

The gratitude I felt for my past decision to work with the developers was immeasurable. Together, we had created something extraordinary, something that transcended the limitations of mere human craftsmanship. This wasn't just a simple modification; it was a masterpiece, carefully designed and enhanced with their expertise and my vision.

The intricate design went beyond expectations. Not only did it provide unparalleled sensations of pleasure, but its functionality and flavor text made it superior to anything imaginable. It wasn't just about physical capabilities; it offered a depth of experience that could satisfy even the thirstiest of women across the multiverse.

And that wasn't all. I had also requested the addition of lifelike lips and a tongue, which I could activate or deactivate at will. These enhancements weren't just utilities; they were instruments of unparalleled bliss. Every touch, every sensation—it all felt more vivid, more real, more alive than anything I had ever known.

I had planned meticulously for this. While I could forgo the need for food or sustenance, I could not imagine existing without the rapture of pleasure. It was this sensation that made my existence bearable, that gave me a reason to embrace eternity. Without it, living would have been nothing more than a hollow endurance of time.

I also had complete control over whom I could impregnate and even the gender of the child, at least in theory. I had insisted the developers include these functionalities, clearly outlined in capital letters within the flavor text and meticulously programmed to function as designed.

Then again, it's not like flavor text always guaranteed functionality. Back in the game, I had created various items whose flavor text proclaimed absolute power. Some of them outright turned me into an unstoppable force. For example, there was a Coin of Eternal Fortune that granted unlimited luck, countered by the Cursed Coin of Endless Misfortune, which guaranteed catastrophic failure to anyone who held it.

I had a Pencil of Manifestation, where anything drawn by it would spring to life. There was also the Crown of Sovereign Souls, which gave me dominion over any spirit or undead, and the Gloves of Invincibility, where anyone wearing them became untouchable by physical or magical harm.

Other creations pushed the boundaries further. The Flask of Eternal Waters poured a liquid that could grant immortality, while its counterpart, the Flask of Perpetual Poison, held a venom capable of killing even gods. There was a Chronomancer's Watch, allowing me to transform into any race while inheriting all their abilities and traits.

My Ring of Materialization was a favorite—it could conjure any object or substance I imagined into existence. I owned a Skeleton Key, which unlocked every door, and a set of Fruits of Divinity, each granting a unique power, from elemental manipulation to mind control. The Deck of Destiny was a deck of cards that predicted the future with unnerving accuracy, and the Reality Stone allowed its holder to bend the fabric of existence itself.

But it didn't stop there. I had a Mirror of Transcendence that could reflect any attack back at its originator, and a Cloak of Unlimited Power that made me completely peak as I would never get tired and never run out of mana—always keeping at peak no matter what. There was also a Tome of Infinite Knowledge, capable of answering any question about the past, present, or future, and an Orb of Celestial Domination, which allowed me to summon and control celestial beings.

Of course, none of these items worked as overpowered as their flavor text claimed—something I expected. Balancing was part of the game. Yet, looking back at my arsenal, I sometimes wished just one of these creations lived up to its description, especially now, when their power could truly make a difference.

I sigh as I can't do anything…

The only regret in all of this was the absence of the stunning women of Nazarick to share in this newfound pleasure. Their beauty, charm, and devotion would have made this experience unparalleled.

"Watching you, sucking his cock like that, is making me wet Clementine!"

Zesshi woke up and went to lick my cock. She was not as good as Clementine because I had a huge dick, but either way for me, she was perfect.

"You both are lively."

"Do you like it mashter~ MMMMmmmm!" said Clementine while licking it together with Zesshi.

"Sure, both of you are amazing."

"Ah, I want it inside!"

Zesshi couldn't wait anymore. I grabbed her hips and put my cock inside her pussy, he started to pound her slowly. He was all the way inside her and every time it went in, her belly bulged making Zesshi moaning loud.

"Haa! Ahh! Ahh! Mmmm! So big! My Head is Melting!

***

I LOVE YOU!"

"You are so tight Zesshi! I'm going to…"

"YES! YES! CUM INSIDE ME! AHHHHH!"

I released his cum inside Zesshi's womb and she collapsed over my chest and started to cuddle him and kiss him. Clementine, who was my bitch, started to suck my cock again and clean it. She was really good at this. I grabbed her head and started to throat fuck her rough as she likes it, cumming deep inside her throat.

After this great moment, I wore my magnificent robe and went out, leaving Zesshi and Clementine, who were covered in cum, lying on the bed.

Somehow, It felt like a dream. I couldn't believe that things would turn out like this.

"I was just a lonely mercenary... and now I am a king… and a god... damn… it really does be like that sometimes."

It is true when people say that reality is more than fiction.

I walked in the halls of his palace with two Death Cavaliers as guards, I turned my gaze to a large window and observed the beautiful city that I and my minions have created.

"Perfect."

This is how I wanted to create my kingdom. A kingdom where and a few more years to come to hang out with the rapidly and your family a very happy birthday to you and your family and friends and family members are there in the morning and and phrases for better suiting you for being here for you to understand the situation is everyone lives in peace no matter what race the other belongs. Project Utopia. My crimson points glistened because I will cover my hands with blood to reach his dream. Everyone who will try to stand against him will be destroyed.

As I started to walk again, a maid was coming. She was a vampire with pure white hair, red eyes, pointy ears and she was wearing a black maid outfit. When she approached me, she bowed her head deeply.

"Hm, what is it?" I asked with a normal voice. I didn't want to sound like a tyrant in front of a maid.

"Your Majesty, lord Thanatos informed me about someone who wants an audience with you."

"Another audience?"

There were a lot of clans of elder liches, vampires and undead dragons that migrate here and their leaders attend an audience with the Sorcerer King to swear eternal loyalty to him. Most of them want to know about the magic of the highest level, some others wanted to escape from the cruel world. There were others who joined the army or wants their king to bless them and transform them into powerful beings, especially vampires.

But something was not right here. Thanatos never dealt with these issues, so I thought that this must be important.

"Did he tell you, who was this someone?"

"Yes Your Majesty, he told me that it was a Dragon Lord."

"A Dragon Lord huh…"

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Azerlisia Mountains

In the depth of a chasm known as Great Rift where the light does not reach, lays an ancient beast that's name was known only in myths. For many eras, the world has faced many difficult situations, but this beast never troubled of what happens on the surface. Even when his kind was faced with almost complete annihilation, he never bothered to help them. Why? Because he just wanted a nice and good sleep.

The creature was covered in dark scales as the darkness that surrounds him. Two curved dark horns were on his head. He had covered himself with his dark wings because of dust. Everyone with a brain will realize that this creature was a dragon.

The beast moved his hand to capture a rock. His sharp dark claws that would put terror in the hearts of the others could be seen. He tightened his hand till he crushed the giant rock, turning it into small pebbles.

He opened his golden eyes, lifted his head, and looked up. Some noises were disturbing his long sleep.

"When will those pests stop this foolishness?"

This wasn't the first time that this has happened and it really angered him.

"Maybe I should go up there and give them a good lesson of what it means when they disturb the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord."

The name of this dragon of the abyss was Zigur Errë Siros.

The reason that caused the awakening of Zigur, was because of the cries of a battle that was happening on the surface of the Great Rift.

"Hmm, I wonder how the world has changed since the time I started to sleep here."

Five hundred years ago, Zigur was a rebel and a ruthless dragon that whoever dared to stand against him ended up brutally murdered. Time changed and he really got bored with all this. When eight powerful beings showed up out of nowhere in the Draconic Empire and started to slaughter his fellow dragons, he didn't bother to help them even when the Dragon Emperor ordered him.

"Hah, why would I bother helping those fools? You just need to have a nice long sleep and when you wake up, you will find a fresh new world."

Zigur lowered his head and turned his gaze on an object that looked like a cross. He approached the cross close to his nose and sniffed it.

"Ohhh, this feels so good, hahaha!"

Zigur rolled on the ground because his sensitive sense of smell considered this cross a really valuable treasure.

Three hundred years ago, Zigur encountered a really powerful being in this cave. They fought each other in a really long deadly battle that Zigur had never experienced before with the other Dragon Lords. In the end, Zigur came out victorious. If it wasn't for the arrogance of that being, he might have lost that battle.

When that being fell lifeless on the ground, his body and armor vanished, but only one thing stayed behind, and that thing was this silver cross. Zigur sensed the value of that cross and took it as a trophy.

He tried many times to use this cross and see its power but nothing happened. There must be something that this thing can do, that what Zigur thought.

"Maybe one day…"

Zigur put the cross on his neck and lifted his head again and sharpened his eyes.

"All right that's it. I'm really bored. I'm not going to stay here for eternity."

Zigur rolled over again on the ground and lost in his thoughts.

"What if… there is someone… more powerful than me… someone, that can defeat me easily. Someone that I can call… Master."

If the other Dragon Lords heard him talking like that. They will laugh at him and curse his name. Dragons are proud beings and they will never follow someone else's orders. Even when they are younglings, they are arrogant. A long time ago, Zigur was like them. Proud and arrogant. But times changes and he started to see things differently.

"Hmm, I'll think about it… Now let's get out of this cave."

Zigur got up and shake his body because of the dust. He stared at this place for the last time and started to move toward the entrance of the underground cave. When he got out, he saw some little monsters eating the bodies of the Quagoa that had fallen here. He was a bit hungry, but he didn't want to eat something like that. The other monsters that were hidden in the dark didn't dare to attack him because they have lived long enough to see, what was he capable to do.

"Hmm."

Zigur stopped and looked up. He opened his mighty dark wings and lose from the ground causing shock waves around. The Great Rift was wide enough to let him fly without problems. It took him some time to reach the surface because this abyss was very deep and he saw many Quagoa falling inside.

And then, he arrived. The battle between the Dwarves and the Quagao stopped immediately because of the great shadow that came out of the abyss. They turned their eyes to see who was that creature. Only half of the body could be seen because of the torches of the fortress.

Everyone was shocked by what they saw. It was a creature of terror and pure darkness. The creature brought his head in the light and with his golden eyes stared at the ants before him.

"D-D-D-DRAGON!"

On of the Quagao screamed and started to run like a wild dog and after that everyone followed him. They all screamed in a panic because this creature was far more terrifying than the White Dragon Lord. Some others fell inside the Great Rift accidentally because they couldn't control themselves from the fear, terror and panic. The dwarves were scared too, but they didn't run. If they run away, the Quagao might use this chance to invade them.

Zigur was bored, seeing them screaming like that, and went to find the exit from the mountain.

"Pathetic." that what he thought about them.

He walked and walked tunnel after tunnel and after an hour of walking, he saw a light and went towards it. Zigur tried to teach his eyes with the light because of a long time of staying in darkness.

Zigur got out of the tunnel and the wind slammed into his face. With his eyes closed, he opened his mighty dark wings and breathed the fresh air.

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