Looking Forward to Another World

'Whoever he is, if he can use Fly, he is worth capturing, right?'

With such a thought, Shalltear's surprise turned into cruelty.

'Okay, time to feast~'

Shalltear's thought was undoubtedly an unshakable death sentence to the natives of this world.

As the Floor Guardian of the first to third floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and a Level 100 NPC personally designed by one of the Supreme Beings of Ainz Ooal Gown, Shalltear Bloodfallen's power in this world was nothing short of a disaster-level threat.

When she began her slaughter, forget mere humans—any dragon who had once ruled this world, as long as they weren't on the level of a Dragon Lord, was no different from a fragile doll in her presence.

As for those within the Realm of Heroes, who were supposedly above Level 29, they were pretty much a joke in front of someone like her.

For Shalltear, who had reached Level 100, the so-called heroes and any beings below her level were nothing more than regular villagers, while those below the Realm of Heroes were downright nothing more than insects, as proved by the sea of corpses and blood around her.

No matter how strong the natives of this world were, in the eyes of a true monster, they were nothing but prey in a one-sided hunting game.

Shalltear, who genuinely despised humans and viewed all life forms outside the Great Tomb of Nazarick as inferior beings, wasn't the only one with this mindset, as many of the heteromorphs from Nazarick also shared the same view.

She was merely one of them, and she just happened to possess power far beyond that of a regular heteromorph.

Because of this, she didn't care who the human in front of her was, nor why he seemed somewhat familiar. In her eyes, he was an ordinary, insignificant human, obviously not worth remembering as a minor character.

*Step!*

Shalltear took a step forward, slowly walking toward the human in front of her.

She casually walked toward her prey, as if savoring the thought of watching him struggle and fight for survival.

Just like earlier, when she had slowly walked toward those bandits, gently waving her hand as they got close, then casually snapping her fingers when they tried to flee—without fail, those bandits were either sent flying by her terrifying power or sliced apart by her sharp nails.

Needless to say, this was the game of a predator standing at the top of the food chain—an interest in making her prey struggle miserably.

Unfortunately, Shalltear encountered something different this time.

"Hey, aren't you going to run?"

As Shalltear was already less than three meters away from her prey, she asked with a slightly surprised expression.

Even though she hadn't attacked yet, the surrounding sea of corpses and blood told her prey everything he needed to know—that she was far from the fragile, weak appearance she might have shown at first glance.

Moreover, she didn't hide her mocking intent at all, her entire body radiating an evil aura, with a disturbing ball of blood hovering above her head—she clearly didn't look like someone anyone would want to mess with, let alone if they were a mere human.

Normally, seeing this, the human in front of her would've been terrified, either attacking her or running for his life.

Strangely, the human, who had almost no presence, merely stared at her with a calm expression from beginning to end.

Evidently, the sea of corpses and blood didn't faze him.

Evidently, her evil aura didn't make him tremble.

He simply gazed at her as she slowly approached, his eyes so indifferent that she couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

Soon, however, she heard him say something surprising.

"I thought you would be the one to run away, though?"

Such calm words, spoken as if stating a simple fact, made Shalltear laugh, a somewhat cruel laugh.

"Hehehe... My, you're more confident than those bandits earlier, huh? You've seen all the corpses on the ground, and the thing above my head is still collecting their fresh blood, yet you can still say something like that? I'm honestly impressed." R̃Ä𐌽ȰβЁʂ

"Or maybe you're just a fool who can't even sense danger, with no sense of common sense or insight?"

"If you're really a fool, I might be a little gentler when I drink your blood later."

As she spoke, Shalltear's deep crimson eyes glowed with a seductive red light.

If it were Demiurge or Narberal, they wouldn't have the leisure to chat with an ordinary, inconspicuous human like this, dragging things out.

However, Shalltear was different.

Not only did she enjoy killing, but she also liked to toy with her prey before killing them, making them show despair and fear before cruelly killing them—clearly, her favorite thing to do.

Sadly, things didn't go as she expected, since what she faced was not just anyone but Riezel, a visitor from another world.

"I just thought that maybe your lord might have given an order like don't approach me casually before you investigate my background or something?"

While speaking, Riezel continued to look directly at Shalltear—not only was there no fear, but he also smiled, just like her.

"Looks like he didn't give that kind of order, I assume? Or maybe you're just a fool who couldn't understand your lord's intentions?"

Riezel continued, before pointing at the ball of blood above her head.

"Has that thing started affecting your mind? Miss Shall?"

Upon hearing this, Shalltear paused and began to sense something was off.

'Wait... this human... seems to know a lot about me?'

'And... Shall?'

'What kind of nickname is that?'

Shalltear didn't know, but it was obvious that the human in front of her knew her and was calling her by some kind of nickname she didn't know, which was strange.

Moreover, he also clearly knew that the ball of blood above her head, known as 'Blood Pool', had a side effect that could affect her state of mind. If she couldn't figure out something was wrong with him, she would not only be a fool but outright retard.

"You..."

Shalltear's eyes blazed red.

"Looks like I really need to capture you."

She took another step, closing the distance between herself and Riezel in an instant.

"I'll start by cutting off your hands and feet, and once you lose the ability to resist, I'll drain your blood and turn you into my slave."

With these words, Shalltear waved her delicate hand toward Riezel in front of her.

*Whoosh!*

Even though it was just a light wave, it unleashed a powerful gust of wind, making the air howl loudly.

Such a force almost directly conveyed just how strong her delicate hand was.

While it might not split mountains, cracking a giant rock would be an easy task.

With this single strike, she could wipe out any warriors in this world.

With this single strike, she could defeat any hero in this world.

Yet, Riezel, who had been in close proximity to her, didn't retreat but advanced instead.

Just like her, Riezel took a step forward and then—

Drew his sword!

*Swish!*

As a chilly slash, sharp as moonlight, cut through the air faster than Shalltear's eyes could process, a slender, jade-like hand flew into the air.

"...Eh?"

Letting out a confused voice, Shalltear didn't even realize what had happened—she just stared blankly at the familiar arm flying up, making a dazed sound.

One should know that she was undead, which meant she normally couldn't feel pain.

Even though that should have been the case, in the next second, a sudden, excruciating pain surged through her entire body, and that was when she understood, understood that the hand flying up into the air was, in fact, her own.

Yes, her hand had been severed.

It had been cut off by the human in front of her, whose presence was nearly nonexistent, with incredible attack speed, drawing his sword and severing it.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH—!!!"

Feeling the sudden, searing pain, Shalltear finally reacted by letting out a shrill scream.

*BANG!*

A foot suddenly landed heavily on Shalltear's belly, and without mercy, sent her flying like a projectile.

*BOOM!*

Shalltear crashed into the ground, sending debris and dust flying into the air.

""Lady Shalltear!""

Seeing this unbelievable scene, the two Vampire Brides, who had been standing respectfully nearby, were horrified.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing, couldn't believe that the brutal and merciless Floor Guardian had just had her arm severed and was kicked away like trash.

Soon, however, their terror was amplified when a high-pitched scream followed.

"You... YOU LOWLY HUMAAAAAAN—!!!"

With a scream powerful enough to send dust and rubble flying, Shalltear reappeared from a crater caused by her impact.

At this moment, she not only lost an arm, but her body was covered in dirt, and her once graceful appearance had drastically changed.

Her seductive crimson eyes were now bloodshot, the entire sclera turning a deep red from the iris outward.

Her mouth was filled with sharp, needle-like fangs, resembling a shark's jaws.

Her silver hair spread out, moving without wind, becoming a disheveled mess.

Needless to say, the once stunningly beautiful girl had transformed into a horrifying monster, which was clearly Shalltear's true form, her real appearance.

"HOW DARE YOU KICK ME WITH YOUR FOOT AND CUT OFF MY HAND?!"

"HOW DARE YOU HARM MY BODY, THE BODY CREATED BY THE SUPREME BEING?! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!"

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL DEFINITELY KILL YOU! MAKE YOU DIE IN THE MOST EXCRUCIATING PAIN—!!!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH—!!!"

Shalltear roared in anger, letting her evil aura transform into a storm filled with an overwhelming stench of blood, sweeping through the entire forest.

Under such circumstances, all the animals in the forest began fleeing in panic, while every human who was also in it stood utterly shocked, staring in disbelief at the direction of the roar.

"Wha-What is th-that...?"

Clementine, hiding in a tree hollow, had her expression twisted in fear as if her entire worldview and confidence had been shattered to pieces.

"Hmm... this aura..."

A young man holding a long spear, accompanied by several people, muttered with a serious expression before exchanging glances with the others, signaling for them to head toward the source of the roar.

Meanwhile, another figure, his body clad in platinum armor and surrounded by floating weapons, suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared intently in the direction of the roar.

"Looks like it's really happening..."

He whispered under his breath before vanishing from his spot as if teleporting.

One by one, mysterious figures made their way to Shalltear's location, signaling that a storm was approaching.

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