Since coding languages, at least in the present are made of a mix of English, logic and punctuation; I have used ancient languages and my imagination for wild magic. Apparently, when the game became reality, all coding and commands have turned from stuff like java/python/c (or whatever they are using in the 22nd-23rd century) to ancient languages of the real world. So wild magic will be a mix of Nordic, Latin and Eastern languages. It is more fun to write this way xD.

Also throughout the story, you will see previously mentioned stuff to connect to the present and affect the future. For example, Berethur not avoiding the blood in chapter 1, Edward seeing the bloody foot prints in chapter 3, or the name of the peninsula and the people, info on races, descriptions of people may give foreshadowing for future events etc. So, if you are confused about terms and events, I advise you to check previous chapters. This will be how things will go in the future so be prepared.

As for the reviews, thank you for your kind words and interest. Things will get clearer as the story progresses. Hope I don't lose all your interest till then ;^)

Onwards.

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Character Sheet~~

Berethur Konigen

Scholar/Pilgrim

Job Scribe/Traveler

Race Human (Islander): 1

Job Level Scribe: 5

Sorcerer Adept: 5

Hidden Talent: 8

Never Lucky: 1

Racial Level: 1 Job Level: 19 Total Level: 20

Background: Berethur was born in the westernmost village of the Roble Holy Kingdom. He never could click with anyone since he was a small child. Giving up on social acceptance, he has given himself to the exploration of ancient magic and history. After his coming of age, he worked in a church as a scribe and got his education. Although never acknowledged, he has more potential and talent then most humans in the Holy Kingdom. With hard work and his talents, Berethur can succeed in any human society, but for some reason, he never gets lucky…

Chapter 5

Days passed one after the other. The duo kept walking towards east. Close to the shore, the area was humid and patched with small forests. In here however, the vegetation had turned into a dim golden yellow under the heat of the sun and the air had gotten a little bit dryer. They had walked slightly uphill for nearly a day now and golden hills rose before them.

'I wonder what is behind those hills, the air is getting dryer and dryer as we move into the land. I have brought plenty of food with me, but water maybe a problem.'

As always, Grendell followed him couple steps behind. Since they have left, he had tried to talk to him but he wasn't getting any responses besides grunts and stares.

'Maybe he is a rare breed of beastmen… Or maybe an entirely different breed. He is aimless, I had felt bad because my people kept him in the cellar, but he doesn't really care where he is if he can sate his most basic needs.'

Berethur had also begun to write more wild magic commands in his booklet. Since they were in beastmen territory, he felt the need to be prepared for the worst.

He had a very limited word pool in the language, and the grammar was still beyond him, but he could write basic things; such as [hyrr] which meant fire. By channeling enough energy, he could create a large burst of fire from his hands. Similarly, he could cast [confundamus] to confuse his enemies, or [kop] to tear flesh or even tore a limb.

'I can switch between tiered magic and wild magic while fighting. Even if a beastman have resistance to spells, wild magic ignores any defenses that are meant to negate tiered magic. I just have to be careful so Grendell does not get hurt. I promised grandma Helga to take him to the floating castle.'

Why couldn't she just advise him to hide somewhere and come back to the village later? Berethur was actually a little hurt from Helga banishing him from the village without hesitation.

'I mean I am not the most fun guy to be around I guess. Never really clicked with anyone in the village nor the church. But sent on an exile is a bit excessive… Only conclusion I can come to is that Grendell going to the castle was of importance so she sent me with him. But that doesn't make any sense. She could have asked it before from any priest. I still have no clue…'

Another voice in his head came to his aid, 'Is it really that important to know exactly what you are doing?' Berethur smirked.

'Why do we always look for some logic or irrefutable meaning behind our actions? Maybe the hag was in a bad mood since I barged into her house, hah. This journey feels good after losing most of my work, my job and my teachers so I will just see to the end of it.'

Berethur and Grendell camped at the inland-facing side of a relatively flat hill. The area had many hills and small valleys. He wanted to get back to the plains before of getting lost in this labyrinth of hills.

After Grendell went to sleep, Berethur left their small camp. He had been feeling uncomfortable being in between hills with limited line of sight and decided to scout ahead before going to sleep.

'I would feel like a fool if the beastmen slay us while we are snoring after I mentally prepared myself for all those engagement scenarios.'

He had even stuck some of his surgical knives of his dissection kit on top of his walking stick to make it more deadly. After taking a deep breath, he walked forwards towards the hills that know blocked the settling sun.

'I should keep to the sides of the hills, and walk not too close to the bottom and neither the top. If I just walk through the creeks and valleys, I won't see anything. But, if I walk to the top of the hills, then anything near can see me.'

So he began walking. After five minutes of trying to walk in a straight-ish line, he turned left to make a semi-circle back to the camp. He hadn't seen anything noteworthy. Berethur traversed for a while more before coming face to face with an exceptionally rocky hill. It looked like a pile of stones put on top of each other and rose as high as his blonde brethren.

As he walked on the side of the rocky hill, an ugly head poked its face from the bottom and looked up straight to Berethur.

It took Berethur couple of seconds to notice the head that was looking him. When Berethur's eyes caught the observer, there were already multiple figures emerging from the bottom of the rock-hill. Berethur had to cross them to reach the encampment.

'Fuuuuck… Rock trolls. I found a troll nest.'

One of the trolls called to the other while making his way to the human,

"Hogg come 'er, you the best cook-troll. I found walking-meat!"

Besides Hogg, six other trolls came to get the walking-meat.

Berethur felt his sweat dropped. 'I can take on a troll but no human can fight seven trolls at once…'

So he ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could. The trolls followed suit with joyous cries.

"Look it isn't walking-meat, Bodo! It is running-meat! Can't tell wat prey is, that is why your name longer!"

"He mus' be the kind dat does both, he walking-meat AND running-meat, Hogg you troll-snot!"

Berethur was running as fast as he could, bitterly noticing he was putting a lot of distance between him and sleeping Grendell.

'I don't know how I will go back even if I lost them. My luck is shit as always…' His untrained body was exhausted and his lungs felt like they were on fire.

Trolls did not let down the chase until Berethur found himself looking at plains again. He couldn't take a look ahead as he slipped and rolled down the hillside into some woods and thick grass. The trolls half ran, half slid down the steep hill-side and crowded around the hurt and exhausted man.

Berethur was coughing wildly on the ground, his head was fuzzy from all the rolling and he was bleeding lightly from the skin of his knees and elbows.

Trolls huffed and puffed, but everyone was very content with the results of the chase. The man was healthy with plenty of meat around the bones.

As Hogg bent down to grab Berethur, a large spear struck Bodo in between his eyes.

"Huh?" Hogg paused to look at what was happening.

The spear was thick with a blunt end which consequently did not went clear through the troll's head but smashed his face in instead.

Bodo shook with pain and covered his regenerating face.

Agonized troll threw himself to its knees as the other trolls prepared for battle. A dozen of large green figures bolted out of the woods screaming their war cries at the top of their lungs. Even the trolls were taken a back from their single minded charge.

It was not to fight, but to kill.

The trolls had clubs and stone daggers, while the orcs had spears, axes and over-sized machetes. Orcs were a little smaller than the trolls and did not have that stupendously fast regeneration, but they had better weapons and were all battle hardened warriors. Frankly, battle-hardened was an understatement. The savage orcs lived their whole life fighting; they were battle-born.

Trolls never really used their full strength against anything after the clan hierarchy was structured. But in the savage orc culture, the leader of the clan yesterday had to fight anyone who was strong enough to stand on their feet today in order to claim leadership until every orc went to sleep or went unconscious. The rest fought after the leader was picked for having the strongest she-orc or he-orc as mate, dominance, food and equipment. Only the biggest and baddest orcs could rally more than a hundred orcs around him and keep his place as the leader.

Unsurprisingly, the fight between the orcs and trolls was very one sided. Trolls' regeneration only caused them to suffer more before their souls were relieved from their bodies by repeated hits of massive but not very sharp orc weaponry.

As things settled down, orcs turned their attention to the unconscious human body on the ground. Berethur had been kicked around a couple of times during the battle and was knocked out. One of the orcs just rose her spear to kill the weak human but another orc intervened.

"No! 'Tis betta to bring 'im to war-chief Gallahad. 'E will tell us about gettin' to humans behind da wall, they got large cities. Large cities mean big battle."

The other nodded and smiled cruelly as she agreed with her male-orc. "Ya, tis betta."

The orc scouts tied Berethur up and made their way to the horde camp.

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He woke up from his sleep. "Urrgh." His only hand scrubbed his eyes.

Grendell straightened himself up and looked around, the sun was still rising and everything around him stood still and silent. It felt much lonelier than when he always heard the steps of the priests from the basement. He enjoyed to be close to people. He did not smell the food that Berethur usually cooked nor he saw him anywhere near the camp.

'?', Grendell thought.

He stood up to take a better look around. There was nothing around except the grass, some dry vegetation and him. Although he did not know why, Grendell was very happy to get that strange ring and he definitely enjoyed the constant change of scenery as he travelled with puny human. The companionship of the puny human was also very refreshing for him. So Grendell decided.

"Find man… gotta." His voice was deep and resonated in between the hills although he nearly whispered the words.

Without a second thought, he left everything at the spot and started walking towards a random direction.

The octagonal room was silent. Beautiful light pink stones made up both the floor and the walls while the ceiling rose a hundred yards high and was made up of pure light. Beautiful figures of men and women of tales were carved on the lower walls. Some of the accessories and eyes of the figures were made up of gems and valuable metals. In the middle of the room, an octagonal bronze pedestal stood.

Matella Mundi stared at her fellow to see his response while trying to gasp for air. Orello Federick was on his knees looking up to the pedestal. All other high ranking lords, caster-priests and warrior-monks that where present in the room where in utter shock.

After some commotion, all of them were one way or another led in this room, the heart of the Lloyd Castle where the God-Emperor's statue stood on a bronze pedestal.

Some of the most elite, powerful and influential men of the Kingdom rose their heads to see the miracle before them. Because this day, the statue was staring them back.

Whispers, gasps and sounds of knees dropping were all that was to be heard in the room.

'I don't know what is going on but I can't believe a god that died in Theocracy lands to be in this room right now. But this oppressive feeling… Only a being like Thull can make the greatest of the Holy Kingdom shiver just by his presence.' Matella was one of the elder priests of the Lloyd castle's Church of Thull. She knew the history behind Thull and his immigration to the Theocracy lands after uniting and bringing peace to the Thanian lands. '

"Oh!" Some people exclaimed in excitement.

"God of the land has returned!" The others came to their own conclusions.

"The all mighty." Some recognized the power.

'What will happen of the religious system? What will the royal family do? And most importantly, what will Thull or maybe the impostor… will do?' Matella and her colleague Orello were two of some that stayed silent.

But all could nothing but to acknowledge the immeasurable power and authority that emanated from the figure.

The figure was around six feet tree inches tall. Clad in golden armor with innumerable etchings and decorations, his left hand had a gauntlet that had fingers shaped like an eagle's claws while his right hand loosely held a dimly glowing golden sword. God Emperors glorious arsenal was of power and quality that none of the people in the room would have even imagined such might can emanate from items.

A below-average old wrinkled face, pursed lips that made the mouth look like dried dates, eyes that wore a scowl much like Grendell's, hair as patched as the shores the pilgrims have visited… Indeed, the God-Emperor was the one gazing back at his believers.

"I am The God-Emperor Wall-Maker Thull, from this day on we will do great things. It will be great. I have got great plans. I have left this world but through my power I have come back. Yes, I can do that."

'God, what is with his way of talking?' Matella thought. Although most of the room was so captivated and entranced by the figure that Thull's every word sounded meaningful. 'Why does he call himself Thull when that is what we named him after he had left?'

"When I was gone, thought dead, I made connections. Everybody I talked liked me very much. It is called networking in business."

'Business?'

Lots of forceful nods replied to the God's insightful words.

The God Emperor raised his clawed arm and pointed at the ground. A man in a sharp looking orange suit, a mask and a metallic tale emerged at the spot.

"I have made great friends in my travels and brought my enemies to their knees. From now on, Jalbadaoth a demon that has been tamed by my will, will serve to our Kingdom's needs as I see fit."

The talk continued a bit longer before The God Emperor, his tamed-demon servant and an envoy of elites headed to the throne room. The royal family had to be informed by this greatest miracle of the gods immidiately!

…..

Demiurge was twitching under his mask throughout the whole conversation in the castle-heart.

'Ainz-sama used Yggdrasil gold to summon the doppelganger, sad that his glorious, supreme wisdom and power is not contagious to mercenary summons. Using this braindead waste of levels to further my plans pains me greatly. Albeit this creature's short comings, I see a few faces that contains suspicion amongst the sheep.'

Only then Demiurge felt he understood his master on this subject.

'Oh I am being short sighted again. Ainz-sama of course knew how talentless the creature would be, it is natural he chose this shepherd, when the sheep are these people. True strength of a good deceit isn't in the act's ability to fool the planner, but its ability to fool its victims. This mercenary is perfect, just as expected of a Supreme Being's choice.'

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First Pandora's actor, now this one. Doppelgangers are pretty good at making their masters uncomfortable….