Was this one meant for him to redeem as well?
Flying Squirrel stared at the dagger, a little blank.
Though, thinking about it—cold weapons did still have a market.
He shook his head. Sweeping his gaze across a room packed floor to ceiling with gold, silver, and gemstones, he turned and began making preparations to reach out to them.
Within Ainz Ooal Gown, those who had risen above the rest—the Supreme Beings—were naturally not all ordinary people like him.
Some resources couldn't be obtained through time and strength alone. They required real-money investment.
He simply hadn't anticipated reaching out to them over something like this.
*"Transmigrating to another world—I wonder if they'd be willing?"*
Yes, Flying Squirrel had considered telling them about crossing over. As for whether they'd believe it—with this room full of treasure as evidence, they probably would.
Personally, he hoped they'd come with him.
He wasn't the type who craved being the undisputed ruler of everything. Compared to crossing over alone and commanding all of the Great Tomb of Nazarick by himself, he'd far rather go with friends.
The group owner had said that with his strength, he could bulldoze his way through any other world without thinking. That meant the other world posed almost no threat to him, and there was no real need to worry about accidents. And if the worst happened—couldn't he just ask the chat group members for help?
That was what he thought. But he knew: even if the others believed in the transmigration, making up their minds would be a different matter.
Unlike him—who had no one left in the real world, no family, no ties—they all had things binding them here.
That was exactly why, one by one, they had eventually stopped playing the game.
He would ask them. If they agreed, it would be something that genuinely made him happy. If they chose to stay—disappointing, yes, but he'd understand.
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Average Group Owner: "Now for the last new member."
Average Group Owner: "Saeko Busujima."
Average Group Owner: "What was it I even watched this series for again?"
Probably for the post-apocalyptic setting.
Post-apocalyptic it certainly was—but mixed with other things.
These days, you probably couldn't find it on most mainstream sites. Especially the unedited version.
Saeko Busujima: "Have you seen my anime too, Group Owner?"
Saeko Busujima: "My world should be an ordinary daily-life world, right?"
When new members joined the chat group, a vast amount of information was poured directly into their minds. She naturally knew she might have originated from a work created by someone. But like Morgana, she wouldn't lose sleep over questions of what was real and what wasn't.
If she were truly unreal, she wouldn't even be capable of entertaining that thought.
She was simply curious about what kind of world her anime depicted.
For now, she hadn't observed anything supernatural. Her world was most likely an ordinary daily-life setting.
Though one couldn't entirely rule out the possibility of a hidden supernatural world layered beneath a modern backdrop.
Average Group Owner: "Well..."
Average Group Owner: "I'd call it post-apocalyptic, roughly."
Average Group Owner: "Basically, a virus turns some people into things similar to zombies—we call them the Dead. Anyone who gets bitten becomes infected and turns into one of the Dead as well. More and more people transform. That kind of end-of-the-world scenario."
Average Group Owner: "Just describing it in words might not do it justice, but..."
Average Group Owner: "@Child of Nature, have you seen this one?"
Child of Nature: "I have a rough idea of what you mean. I'll just say I watched the full version."
Child of Nature: "You should probably send it to her directly."
Average Group Owner: "Figures. What man watches anything but the full version."
Child of Nature: "..."
*You watched the full version yourself—and you're asking me?*
Besides, he hadn't gone in expecting that kind of content. Sure, it was post-apocalyptic—brutal in places, genuinely so—but because of certain elements, you didn't feel fear. You almost felt something closer to excitement.
Brandon recalled the expression of pure shock on his face when he'd first sat down to watch something that turned out very different from what he'd imagined. If the plot hadn't been decent enough, he'd definitely have dropped it immediately.
Lighthouse Tycoon: "Hold on. Something here doesn't add up."
Lighthouse Tycoon: "What exactly are you two watching? The group owner was so hesitant, and Brandon immediately suggests sending it privately."
Lighthouse Tycoon: "And this business about a 'full version' versus a regular version—what does that even mean?"
Lighthouse Tycoon: "Even if a post-apocalyptic series exposes the darkest side of human nature and puts every ugly thing on display, the most you'd do is restrict it to adults. That shouldn't matter to any of us."
Utaha: "Now I really want to know what it is."
Dryfish Little Maimai: "I think I already know."
Dryfish Little Maimai: "Though I really shouldn't."
Utaha: "It's just a question of degree—fan service, or something beyond that?"
Electromaster: "What are you all talking about?"
Electromaster: "Why can everyone figure this out but me?"
Turn Daisuke into Soup: "I feel like I know too... Am I supposed to know?"
Lighthouse Tycoon: "What? How do you all suddenly know—"
Electromaster: "Confused.jpg"
Utaha: "Still not getting it? If something makes the group owner this hesitant and has Brandon suggesting a private send, it has to involve content with a direct effect on group members."
Utaha: "Not their experiences, views, or actions. Their bodies."
Utaha: "That clear enough?"
Saeko Busujima: "..."
Whether the others understood, Saeko didn't know—but she certainly did.
Her anime was a fanservice series?
She'd never watched it herself, but she wasn't entirely ignorant about that kind of content.
She'd just never imagined she'd one day turn out to be in one.
Average Group Owner: "@Saeko Busujima, sent it privately."
Average Group Owner: "I really can't upload this one directly. The fan service is a bit much."
Average Group Owner: "It'd be nice if the chat group had some way to screen that kind of thing."
*"Ding. Group Owner suggestion detected. Member Privacy Protection Mode has been activated."*
Average Group Owner: "???"
She'd said it offhandedly—how had the chat group just turned it on?
Average Group Owner: "Seriously. I've complained about missing features constantly and nothing ever happens. You activate the one thing I mention in passing."
Average Group Owner: "Anyone who didn't know better would think my word actually carries weight around here."
She didn't even have a real group owner privilege—couldn't even kick members. If nothing else, at least give her a shop discount. A ten-percent coupon. Anything.
Average Group Owner: "Now that I think about it—when I uploaded those memory replicas before, did I ever actually ask any of you?"
Average Group Owner: "I don't think I did... That was a violation of your privacy on my part."
Average Group Owner: "Sorry. Shiba Inu bowing.jpg"