Out in the new world in the distant land laid a tomb, Nazarick to be exact. A place where death is mercy in its palms. The guild leader, Momonga, or otherwise known as Ainz Ooal Gown, set out to conquer anything in Nazarick's path. Although, he didn't expect for one of his old friends to suddenly join the shutdown at the last second.

"Ahhh... what the hell is happening in this place?" Ulbert gazed up at the sky for a moment, breathing in actual fresh air for once in his life. Tapping his sharp fingertip pointers onto the chair he was sitting on, relaxing, and taking his mind off of all the stress he was putting up with.

Tomorrow he would have to act out his fight with Momonga as his opponent, and with Demiurge at his side also fighting him. To be the 'perfect' villain that he strived to be. But how could he do it? The body he was in now was perfect for a villain, something that even a hero would fear, but he felt nervous at the thought. What if he could kill his mate? His mind spun in circles. "This is supposed to be the luxury, why am I over thinking this?"