Chapter 12: Operative

Ainz appeared out of thin air, choosing to pay the figure a visit rather than waiting at the Tomb. The grand Overlord looked at the bloodied scene, without a single chill down his spine. He observed the situation and greeted the figure.

"Demiurge, are these the skeletons?" Ainz asked.

"Yes, Ainz-sama." The figure responded.

Ainz looked towards Corvus who was glowing red, as he was going through a soul absorbing process, completely dumbfounded at what he was watching.

"Is that skeleton gaining levels?" Ainz-sama asked.

"I believe you already know the answer to this question O great Ainz-sama, you are correct." Demiurge responded as he bowed to the overlord.

"These corpses are from the Slane Theocracy." Ainz announced.

"It's seems that they are ignorant enough to attempt to invade one of your great tombs, Ainz-sama! SHALL I BRING THEM TO YOU AND SKIN THEM?" Demiurge said in a disgusted voiced.

"No, let these warriors Of Nazarick handle them. But before that, why not help this brave warrior gain some good classes?" Ainz spoke.

Ainz materialised a range of different corpses around the skeleton, forcing what seemed to be their souls into the skeleton. Corvus cried out in agony as he absorbed the souls of so many. His bones glowed a deep red colour, blurring around the edges, his skull became a complete blur of light.

"MASTER AINZ-SAMA!!! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY BROTHER!! HE CANNOT CONSUME SO MANY SOULS YET!" Doorman plead.

"SILENCE! Ainz-sama is investing much into this skeleton."

Doorman went back to his reserved state, awaiting the results of the process.

Corvus went into a deep state of consciousness, retreating into the depths of his consciousness as he absorbed the overwhelming amounts of power that was given to him. The overwhelming amounts of negative energy engulfed the skeleton, encasing him in a thick layer of black. As the coating hardened, the activity around the skeleton ceased.

[what is this place?]

Corvus awoke inside a black abyss without weight, the skeleton moved freely as if it was swimming. The abyss of black was warm and friendly to the skeleton, and felt like home. The skeleton rested in the depths of the abyss, feeling eternity. The gentle warmth of the abyss embraced the skeleton, like a parent to their child.

[Is this home?]

"No." The abyss replied in a echoing voice.

[Where are my brothers?]

"Waiting for you."

A door appeared in front of the skeleton, ending he harmony of the abyss. The skeleton opened the door without hesitation, choosing to return to his brothers.

The skeleton went through the door and saw a bright light. Before him was a legendary being, with immeasurable power, staring at the skeleton.

"It seems the process succeeded, yet failed."

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Name: Corvus The Deathly Omen

Race: Bone Devil

Level: Skeleton warrior 15, fighter 15, executioner 5(genius), Bone Devil 5, Underworld judge 5(unique), Unused 45

HP:80

Phy attack: 40

Phy defence: 30

Agility: 41

Magic attack: 24

Magic defence: 35

Resistance: 30

Special ability:25

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"It seems the skeleton hit a level cap." Ainz spoke.

"It's seems so." Demiurge responded.

"Fighting higher level opponents should release the cap, but this may take a long time to fully release. I already have an idea for this one." Ainz said.

"It seems that he has received the experience points, but now he is stuck with this mess of a situation." Ainz continued.

Ainz turned to Corvus, and place his hand upon the latter's shoulder.

"I, Supreme Being, Ainz Ooal Gown, grant you the rank of Nazarick Master Operative."

"Your first mission for Nazarick is to infiltrate the Slane Theocracy, and end their insolence."

"Yes, my lord, your servant shall execute the enemies of Nazarick."

"I will assign a few of the Pleiades for this, Demiurge." Ainz announced.

"I will arrange this with Albedo when I reach Nazarick, Ainz-sama."

"Good."

Ainz turned to Corvus.

"I am sorry, Warrior, but I must ask a sacrifice from you."

"Anything for The Supreme One!" Corvus said religiously.

"Permanent spell: Ultimate False Life."

A shell of flesh covered the skeleton forming a lively layer of skin, and false organs. Soon eyes began to form and fingernails appeared along with hair.

Corvus felt a disgusting blanket of terrible flesh smothering his body to death. The skeleton felt a reflex in his throat that he had never experienced before. This was a gag reflex.

"Do not worry, this is what you call, an 'alive' body. You will need it for your mission.

"This is what the living feel? Disgusting!" Corvus shouted.

"I understand, Warrior, I hope you can live with it for the time being. It may cause weird sensations but a pierce through the 'heart' will not kill you." Ainz spoke

"From now on, I bestow upon you a greater name of 'Atlas' for your service to Nazarick, you will use this name in your mission. Be sure to bring glory to Nazarick."

"Demiurge, brief the Pleiades, they will guide this one."

"Yes, Ainz-sama!"

"LORD, may I ask for my brothers to help me on this mission?" 'Atlas' asked.

"No, they will protect the Reserve Tomb, I have already assigned reinforcements, so do not worry. Nazarick is almighty."

"Do not worry Brother, we will await thine return, the Pillars are proud of thee; for thou art in the servitude of The Supreme One." Doorman said to his brother.

"Thank you, Brother, we will meet again."