The dining hall was bathed in the warm glow of chandelier light, the scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat lingering in the air. At the head of the long oak table, Sebastian Wilfred sat like a regal storyteller of old, his golden monocle catching the firelight as he regaled his captive audience.
"Lord Sai had fought dragons not only once, but many times," Sebastian's rich baritone filled the room, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "From younglings barely the size of this manor to Tiamat herself—the Dragon of End, the god of dragonkin." He paused for effect, swirling the wine in his glass. "And he won."
Kwannon's violet eyes gleamed with barely contained excitement. Melancon leaned forward so far, she nearly toppled her water glass. Clarice—Blink—had both hands pressed to her cheeks, her dinner forgotten. Even Forge, usually so composed, had his mouth slightly agape. Magina's holographic projection flickered with barely contained energy, her digital form shimmering like a child unable to sit still.
"Tiamat?" Clarice breathed. "Like... the actual goddess?"
Sebastian's lips quirked. "The very same. Five heads. Breath that could melt mountains. And your father—" He inclined his head toward me where I sat observing in quiet amusement, "—cut them all off before breakfast."
A collective gasp rippled through the table.
I hid a smirk behind my wineglass. Sebastian had always had a flair for the dramatic.
In just a few days, Sebastian had woven himself into the fabric of our unconventional family with effortless grace. The children—had taken to him like ducklings to water.
Kwannon, usually so reserved, sought his advice on blade techniques. Melancon's clones followed him around like eager puppies, absorbing every lesson on etiquette and combat with wide eyes. Clarice, still emotionally raw from her first mission, found solace in his steady presence. Even Forge, ever the skeptic, had begun referring to Sebastian as "Sensei" without a trace of irony.
And Magina?
My digital daughter had finally found her prince—or rather, her butler. Sebastian treated her with the same reverence he would any noble-born heir, addressing her as "Young Mistress or Princess" and indulging her every whim. That he knew she was an AI mattered not at all; to Sebastian, family was family.
"Father," Magina had whispered to me just that morning, her holographic eyes shining. "He tucked me in last night. Virtually, of course. But still!"
I'd ruffled her digital hair, marveling at how this 300-year-old Elder Dragon in human form had become the paternal figure my ragtag family never knew they needed.
"Ainz was... generous," Sebastian admitted later as we walked the manor grounds, the children's laughter echoing from the training yard behind us.
"Generous?" I arched a brow.
Sebastian's monocle flashed as he opened his [Spatial Dimension], revealing a glimpse of the treasures within. Mountains of gold. Chests overflowing with enchanted artifacts. And most precious of all—three pulsating tomes floating at the center, their covers etched with runes that hurt to look at directly.
God-Tier Skill Tomes.
"Sixty percent of Nazarick's conquests," Sebastian explained. "Lord Ainz insisted. When he learned of your circumstances... well." A rare smile. "He may have gone slightly mad."
I couldn't help but laugh. That sounded like Momonga—The guild's most unhinged creator, the man who'd once designed an entire dungeon just to troll new players.
"He knew the Marvel universe from our world's comics," I mused, running a finger along one of the tomes. The runes burned at my touch, whispering promises of power. "But this..."
The sheer scale of Ainz's gifts was staggering.
Skill Tomes were rarer than unicorns in YGGDRASIL—a 0.001% drop rate from the most brutal bosses. To craft one required materials that would bankrupt kingdoms. And yet...
Three. God-Tier.
The highest rank possible. The kind of power that bent reality to its will.
"He really outdid himself," I murmured.
Sebastian nodded solemnly. "Lord Ainz said to tell you..." He cleared his throat, adopting a perfect impression of our skeletal friend's dramatic cadence: "'Try not to die before I can visit, you edgelord bastard.'"
I threw my head back and laughed—a full, unrestrained sound that startled birds from the nearby trees. Some friendships, it seemed, transcended worlds.
The study was silent save for the crackling of the fireplace as I held the first God-Tier skill tome in my hands. The leather-bound cover hummed with latent power; its surface etched with golden runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.
"[The Tree of Power]," I murmured, tracing the embossed title.
Sebastian stood at attention by the door, his golden monocle reflecting the firelight. "Shall I prepare tea, my lord?"
"Not yet," I said, already activating the skill.
The world dissolved.
One moment I was seated in my armchair, the next—
"Woah~"
My consciousness expanded violently, hurtling through an endless void before coalescing on a floating island suspended in a sea of stars. Before me rose a gargantuan tree, its branches stretching into infinity, barren of leaves but thrumming with potential. The moment my bare feet touched the island's soil, understanding flooded my mind.
'Every power I take will become a leaf on these branches.'
I reached out, fingers brushing the rough bark. The tree shuddered in response, whispering secrets of stolen abilities and perfected physiologies. No limits. No rejections. Just pure, unfiltered assimilation.
'Perfect for dealing with troublesome Meta-Humans.'
As quickly as it began, the vision ended. I blinked back into reality, my study unchanged but my perspective irrevocably altered.
Sebastian hadn't moved. "Success, my lord?"
I flexed my fingers, already sensing the new dimension within me. "Oh yes."
The second tome was lighter, its cover adorned with feather engravings that shimmered between white and gold.
"[The Last Archangel]."
No hesitation this time. The skill activated with a burst of radiant light that forced Sebastian to raise an arm against the glare. When it faded, I stood transformed.
Not visibly—not yet—but the changes were profound. My senses sharpened to preternatural levels. The very air seemed to hum in reverence around me. With a thought, twin wings of pure light erupted from my back, each feather gleaming like forged starlight.
Sebastian's monocle slipped. "Magnificent."
I chuckled, giving an experimental flap that sent papers flying. "Ainz really outdid himself." Compared to Warren Worthington's biological wings, these were works of celestial art—larger, more powerful, capable of folding into subspace when not in use.
And the passive bonuses...
Demonic entities would wither in my presence. Evil would recoil from my touch. Combined with my existing Half-Elf physiology, I was now something entirely new.
'High Half-Elf + Archangel.'
Sebastian adjusted his cuffs, regaining his composure. "Lord Ainz mentioned this would help against... what was it? 'Marvel's edgy demonic roster.'"
"That sounds like him," I grinned, willing the wings away. With this, basically I become the biggest deterrence to any ort of demonic entity within marvel world.
The third tome nearly knocked me out.
"[Universe Travel]."
The moment the skill took hold, vertigo slammed into me like a freight train. I barely registered falling back into my chair as the room spun violently. Colors inverted. Sounds distorted. For three terrifying minutes, I existed simultaneously in every possible spatial coordinate before reality snapped back into focus.
"Hmph! Woah—" I gasped, clutching the armrests.
Sebastian was at my side instantly. "My lord?"
"I'm... fine," I managed, though my stomach disagreed.
When the nausea passed, I tentatively activated the skill. A holographic interface materialized, listing countless universe designations:
'Earth-616'
'Earth-2149 (Zombie Universe)'
'Earth-11 (Gender-Swapped)'
'Earth-1999999-AU (Current Residence)'
Sebastian peered at the display. "A safety net?"
"Or a vacation package," I mused. Either way, Ainz had given me an escape hatch—one where time would freeze in my home universe whenever I stepped through.
The final skill crystal was smaller, wrapped in a post-it notes with familiar spidery handwriting:
'MUST USE - P/S HEHEHE~ - AINZ'
I groaned. "That bastard...he's returning the favor, I guess…".
Sebastian coughed into his glove. "Shall I... give you privacy, my lord?"
"[ERO Master]," I read aloud, then burst out laughing. The description was exactly what I expected from our guild's resident closeted degenerate, he and I were roughly the same on this aspect, it's just we didn't talk too much about it, just a silent acknowledgement between us, knowing that we too can be a horndog.
"Subskill: [Harem Harmony] Description: Harem members would feel kinship with each other's, lessen any negative emotion and inhibition between harem members. Enhanced romantic compatibility. Harem management subskills. Subskill: [Sexual Master] Description: User are able to control the fertility level of User semen. Able to decide to impregnate or not by will. User are able to design user own genital (Size and shape)."
"Wait, customizable genitalia?"
Sebastian's monocle fogged up.
The attached note left no room for misinterpretation: 'Since you gave me something, I can give you one as well.'
I shook my head, activating the skill regardless. If Ainz went through the trouble of making it Rare-Tier instead of God-Tier, it was probably his idea of subtlety.
"Tell me, Sebastian," I said as the knowledge integrated. "Did Nazarick's treasury happen to include... marital aids?"
The butler's expression was priceless. "I... believe Lady Albedo may have confiscated most of them, my lord."
The fireplace crackled as I leaned back, contemplating my new arsenal. Between cosmic power theft, angelic enhancements, multiversal travel, and... *other* amenities, Ainz had equipped me for every conceivable scenario.