You died. You stood up to Lord Ainz Ooal Gown and paid the price by way of bisection from the floor guardian Cocytus. In the deal struck between Crusch and the new overlord of the Lizardmen, you were revived; brought back from the endless lake you were drowning in. You thought you lost it all, but it was returned to you in an instant

Now began the hard part. Adjusting to the new terms of Ainz's rule over the Lizardmen was easy enough, the difficulty was maintaining peace between the newly integrated tribes. Everyone was at each other's throats all the time and it was up to you and Crusch to make things work. Everyone looked up to you and Crusch. You wake up the morning after your revival, Crusch curled up on your chest. She has been clingy since you came back, sometimes you think you can see her stalking you on your hunts in her bush disguise

"Good morning, Zary."

Crusch said softly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as her red pupils gazed up at you. She smiled softly and ran a hand along the 'Traveler' mark on your chest

"I was already awake, but I wanted you to get all the rest you could."