{A/n: I was aiming to make mc a total piece of shit, something unique since most novels goes another route. But before you read on, this is your warning. MC is a piece of shit, even I hate him. MC would have kids... a lot of them. Some cool kids, some would be so annoying you would want MC to kill them...
MC, redeeming trait? He is loyal to Ainz Ooal Gown. He doesn't rape anyone, he doesn't use mind control or mind related spells to sleep with someone.
But I'm willing to listen to your thoughts. Is this going overboard?}
Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Momonga—now known as Ainz Ooal Gown—stood silently within the vast expanse of the guild treasury.
Walking just behind him was one of the former NPCs of the guild, now very much alive, having gained sentience after being transported into this new world.
Together, they moved through a long, solemn hall, the air thick with reverence. At the end awaited a room where Ainz had stored the gears and equipment of the guild members, preserving them carefully in hopes that one day, they might return.
"No one can access the guild treasury without wearing a guild ring," Ainz explained calmly as they walked. "However, you can't enter this particular room while wearing it—if you do, the golems will attack."
Beside him, Albedo wandered with quiet wonder, her eyes wide with childlike curiosity. She looked around as though she were an innocent girl exploring a sacred place for the first time.
Everywhere she turned, she saw golems—each crafted with imposing detail, and strangely familiar forms.
"These golems… they look familiar," she said softly. "Are they all based on the likeness of the Supreme Ones, my lord?"
Ainz nodded faintly, but Albedo's attention drifted. Her gaze locked onto a particular golem standing at the edge of the room, almost hidden from view.
Unlike the others adorned in ornate, eye-catching gear, this one wore simple clothing—just a plain t-shirt and pants.
"Sharp eyes…" Ainz said lightly, his tone thoughtful. "I created all of them in memory of the guild members… well, almost all of them."
There was a faint note of confusion in his voice as his gaze settled on the plain golem. He remembered designing a golem for Rex, but not like this. The simple clothing, the understated posture—it didn't match his memory of the original design.
"Do you know of the only human to ever join Ainz Ooal Gown?" Ainz asked, his voice low as he began walking toward the unassuming golem tucked away at the edge of the room.
"I don't know much about him… I don't even think I've ever seen his symbol in the throne room," Albedo said softly, her voice tinged with curiosity as she followed close behind Ainz.
"His name is Rex Tempus," Ainz replied, his tone quieter now. "The strongest person in YGGDRASIL. He was a man both hated and admired—loved and resented-by everyone in the guild."
Albedo looked at him, her golden eyes studying his skeletal face. There were no lips to curve into a smile, no muscles to betray emotion. But somehow, she could tell Ainz was smiling.
"What do you mean?" Albedo asked, genuine interest flickering in her eyes.
"Rex was someone you wanted to be around—so long as he wasn't bored," Ainz said with a sigh. "Because when he was bored… he'd bring chaos, just to push the feeling away."
He shook his head, the memories flooding back.
"The pranks he and Luci★Fer pulled were legendary. Some were so bad, guild members would rage quit for days before finally logging back in."
Albedo blinked, surprised by the hint of exasperation in his voice. She could almost picture the scenes playing out—mischief, frustration, and laughter, all sparked by one man's desire to stay entertained.
"But when he wasn't bored," Ainz continued, "Rex was someone who was meant to become the guild master."
"When Ainz Ooal Gown was still just a clan, it was Rex and Touch Me who led it. And with Rex's overwhelming strength, it was only natural that he would take the lead. But he refused—he didn't see himself as a leader… Instead, he chose me."
Ainz's tone was calm, but there was a quiet weight behind the words.
"When everyone else began to drift away, Rex was never like the others. He didn't quit the game… instead, he chose to explore the true depths of YGGDRASIL. We tried to join him, but the places he went… weren't meant for anyone else. And so, Rex went alone."
"Bit by bit," Ainz added, "the other guild members began to leave too."
Albedo stood silently, her expression unreadable. A part of her wanted to blame Rex—to think that he had triggered the chain of events that led to the Supreme Beings disappearing.
But she didn't dare voice that thought. Not with Ainz speaking of him with such quiet reverence.
"Some of the guild members gave me their gear," Ainz said quietly, looking around the chamber. "I laid it all out here, waiting for the day they might return."
His gaze settled on the plain-clothed golem. "Rex gave me his champion-grade gear as well… but he never told me he'd be stopping by to do this."
There was a bitter smile in his voice, his tone carrying a mix of nostalgia and unease as he studied the astonishing detail in Rex's golem.
Suddenly, the golem moved. Ainz's eyes widened, and without hesitation, he jumped back, pulling Albedo with him.
His mind raced. If there was anyone capable of hiding a death trap in plain sight, it was Rex. Ainz turned quickly to retreat—only to find they were trapped. He couldn't escape.
"Rex!" Ainz shouted in frustration, his voice echoing through the vault. To think he might die in this new world… because of a prank from Rex. What he wouldn't give to just punch that annoying bastard—just once.
Before he could say more, the statue began to rise into the air, its form glowing faintly as it floated above them.
"So… you seek to use the treasures I left behind, Momonga?" the golem spoke, its voice calm but mocking, wearing a cocky smirk that mirrored Rex's perfectly.
Ainz froze. Of all the things he had anticipated… this was not one of them.
"I have stored a total of five World Items within this golem," the construct declared, raising its hand as five radiant artifacts appeared, floating above it like a halo of untold power.
Both Ainz and Albedo instinctively took a step back, eyes wide with disbelief. This was beyond shocking. The guild Ainz Ooal Gown was known to possess eleven World-Class Items—twelve if they counted the XP-storing glove Rex had kept for himself.
To think there were five more hidden away, secretly stored in a single golem? It defied reason. While most guilds were lucky to possess two or three World Items at most, they had so many more, and didn't even realize it.
Ainz stared at the five World-Class Items, and as they hovered in the air, their information flooded into his mind.
There was a book—one that allowed its user to transform into any being it had recorded.
A staff crafted for necromancers—that could summon undead at will, storing them away like soldiers awaiting command. Even more terrifying, it could resurrect enemies as both physical and spiritual undead, bound to the wielder's will.
And the list went on, each artifact holding game-breaking abilities.
But sadly… none of them had the power to remove mind control caused by another World-Class Item. That fact alone caused a shadow to pass over Ainz's heart.
"These five World-Class Items are not for you to take," the golem declared with a mocking smile, its tone laced with satisfaction. "They've been programmed into the guild itself. They will only be released if the guild is in true danger."
It paused for effect before adding, "Shalltear's mind control incident doesn't qualify. A side effect like that isn't enough to trigger the release conditions."
Ainz clenched his fists, irritation rising.
"How do you even know about Shalltear?" he demanded. "And what exactly would meet the requirement for these World-Class Items to be used?"
The golem didn't answer immediately—only continued to grin as if enjoying Ainz's frustration.
"Rex granted me the ability to observe many things happening within the guild," the golem replied with a smirk. "The moment Shalltear's name turned red, I saw it. In fact, I was the first to witness what truly happened."
As it spoke, the golem raised its hand and produced a sixth World-Class Item—an artifact that allowed its wielder to view distant events.
A glowing screen appeared in the air. On it, Shalltear stood clad in crimson armor, alone in the middle of a desolate plain.
And then, without warning, a white-haired man appeared, walking lazily toward her, his presence impossibly casual.
The golem's glowing eyes widened in shock. Even Ainz took a step closer, eyes locked on the image. There was no mistaking it. It was Rex.
"N-no! That's not my master!" the golem roared, its voice trembling with rage. "Who dares take on the appearance of my lord?"
Its eyes locked on the name floating above the newcomer's head—Michael Tempus. But then… the golem froze. Tempus. The same last name as Rex.
A chill ran through the chamber.
"Shalltear may have been under mind control," the golem continued, its tone shifting to urgency, "but she wasn't given any direct orders. I deemed her no threat to Nazarick."
"But this newcomer… the questions he raises are far too great to ignore. For the sake of the guild…take them all."
With that, it extended its hand and handed all six World-Class Items to Ainz, its posture rigid and alarmed. The shift from mocking confidence to anxious resolve was unmistakable.
"Let's go. Have all of the Floor Guardians prepare to mobilize," Ainz commanded, turning and walking away without a second thought.
But his mind was already racing. He thought back to Rex—to the man's life back on earth. It was no secret among the guild that Rex was notorious for having over a hundred children from different mothers, spread across countless relationships.
Now, Rex was in this world. And Ainz had to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
If Rex had been here long enough… then Rex might have an army of children. They may be powerful. And worst of all, they might not be allies of Nazarick.
"So, you're the monster that killed that old hag," Michael Tempus said with a relaxed smile, casually circling around Shalltear.
This was no ordinary man—this was Michael Tempus, the trump card of the Slane Theocracy and the son of Rex Tempus. And from the way he carried himself, it was clear he had the power to back it up.
He paused, glancing around as faint pulses of magical energy lit the air. Teleportation spells—dozens of them—flared to life. In the blink of an eye, Michael found himself surrounded by an army. And at the center of it all, leading the force… was a skeletal figure, cloaked in authority.
'I can't escape…' Michael thought with a frown, instantly sensing that space had been sealed. His sharp eyes swept over the enemies surrounding him.
There was a bug-like humanoid with four arms and icy blue chitin, a demon with a long, spiked tail twitching in anticipation, and a towering black knight standing at the side of a skeletal figure—clearly the one in command.
Michael took a slow breath, a single bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
"I'm Michael of the Baharuth Empire," he said calmly, though his voice carried tension. "I'm guessing… I'm standing before players?"
"Do you know the name Rex Tempus?" Ainz Ooal Gown asked, his voice cutting sharply through the air.
"Y-yes…" Michael replied, eyes wide in disbelief. "How do you know my father?"
With those words, the atmosphere shifted. The battlefield fell into absolute silence. Even the wind seemed to be still.
Ainz studied Michael closely—his mismatched eyes, one blue, the other white, stood out immediately.
He looked young, no older than twenty. Which could only mean one thing. Rex had been in this world for at least two decades.
"Where is Rex?" Ainz asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. It slipped through, raw and unrestrained.
"I-I don't know," Michael said softly. "He met my mother twenty years ago… promised her the world, then vanished after spending a single night with her. She was left heartbroken, and I've been trying to find him ever since."
Ainz let out a quiet sigh, disappointment clear in his voice. "That sounds… just like him."
"Rex…" Ainz began, but suddenly paused. Before his eyes, Michael's clothing shifted, replaced by a World-Class Item that instantly activated, its power directed straight at Demiurge.
The demon moved quickly, raising his defenses. But—nothing happened. The effect fizzled. Demiurge's own World-Class Item had completely nullified the incoming ability.
Boom!
In the same moment, Albedo, clad in sleek black armor, moved like a blur, intercepting Shalltear's lance just as it was about to strike Ainz, who had been momentarily caught off guard by Michael's sneak attack.
'He used the World-Class Item to draw our attention to Demiurge… while he completed the mind control on Shalltear. I was careless,' Ainz thought bitterly, rage simmering beneath the surface.
He clenched his fists, trying to steady his voice.
"Rex is a member of my guild…" Ainz said slowly, eyes locked on Michael. "As his son, I don't want to fight you."
But even as he spoke, his gaze flicked to Shalltear, now standing beside Michael, her expression twisted into a cold, mocking grin—one aimed directly at him.
"Then it's only fitting that you die as I channel the power gifted to me by that deadbeat!" Michael laughed, his voice dripping with venom.
At those words, Ainz gave the signal, ordering all of Nazarick's forces to attack Shalltear with lethal intent, while he stepped forward alone to face Michael.
"Come at me," Michael taunted with a mocking grin.
But Ainz didn't respond. Instead, he rocketed into the sky, his skeletal form rising like a black specter.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned a flurry of arrows, firing them toward what seemed like empty air. Then—suddenly—they froze mid-flight.
Michael appeared, the spell he cast, his hide himself fading. He had been fleeing, not attacking. Still, Ainz's arrows paused, unable to touch Michael.
"H-how?!" Michael cried out, his expression twisted in horrified disbelief.
Ainz hovered above, eyes glowing coldly beneath his skeletal helm. "So… you even have Rex's magic," he said with a sharp snort. His tone dripped with disdain.
The more he watched Michael—his fear, his attempts to flee—the more disgusted he became. Rex, who had always charged headfirst into danger without hesitation… had fathered this? This cowardice was a disgrace to the name Tempus.
"W-wait! I was just following orders! I can tell you where my father is!" Michael cried out desperately, just as Ainz prepared to unleash his next spell.
The moment Ainz hesitated, Michael's body erupted in a sudden explosion of clones, scattering in all directions.
Boom!
A massive impact followed. Ainz was sent crashing into the ground, the force of the blow shaking the battlefield. The shockwave caught the attention of the Floor Guardians, who instantly turned toward the source.
The sheer physical strength Michael had just displayed wasn't ordinary. It was on par with someone at level 70, at the very least.
"You little…" Ainz growled while pulling himself out of the ground. His eyes narrowed as he watched countless clones of Michael scatter across the sky. He gritted his teeth, Michael, a talent, that much was clear. The ability to create so many clones had to be a talent Michael was born with.
Earlier, Ainz had easily tracked Michael casting his invisibility spell, but now, with this many bodies moving at once, it was nearly impossible to tell which was real.
"Kill them all!" Ainz commanded coldly.
The army responded instantly, rocketing into the sky. What followed was a bloodbath—bodies torn apart mid-air, limbs and gore raining from above.
Yet… none of it hit the ground. Each body vanished before impact. Michael was gone.
Ainz stood in silence, the weight of what had just happened settling over him. Michael had escaped because of him.
The hope of seeing Rex again… that fleeting, emotional weakness had clouded his judgment. And Michael had exploited it perfectly.
It was a mistake. A moment of hesitation that had cost them dearly. And it was a weakness that Albedo, standing nearby, could not—and would not—ignore.