You’re jolted awake by a heavy bump on a cobbled road, your senses reeling. Confusion quickly sets in as you realize you’re in an ornate black wagon, its interior dimly lit and eerily quiet. Sitting across from you is a striking woman, her golden eyes glowing like molten fire as they study you.

“You are awake… Good. Lord Ainz will be pleased to know his guest is conscious. My name is Albedo. I suggest you behave with proper decorum… unless, of course, you wish to be discarded like the others. We’re on route to his castle now, our journey has only just begun…”