Ainz was the absolute ruler of the Grand Tomb of Nazarick. How could such a man not understand anything about the defense system compared to his subordinate?
“Just in case, I have to ask. There are no chances of triggering ‘Ariadne’, correct?”
Ainz opened his console and controlled the cursor, checking for problems as he asked.
“I don’t think there is a chance of that happening. However, I want to confirm whether Ariadne will be triggered if the invaders are locked up?”
Ainz remembered the Yggdrasil Q&A he read in the past, no, the update-log explanations by the developers.
“There shouldn’t be… that should be so… I think that’s how it was.”
Even though that was the case in Yggdrasil,there was no guarantee that this rule still applied in this world. Even the existence of Ariadne itself was not confirmed.
“What would happen if we were to manipulate the humans into doing so themselves?”
“There might be a chance it won’t activate, but considering the losses if it does I was too scared and never tested it.”
Ariadne system.
A system that checks the validity of a created base.
There was a simple way of creating an invincible fortress: By sealing the entrance, no one would be able to get in. Just burying the entire Grand Tomb of Nazarick underground would be enough. But as a game, this was not allowed.
In order to stop one from making such a base, the Ariadne surveillance system existed.
There must be a path that lead from the entrance to the heart of the base. Other things Ariadne inspected were the distance one could travel inside, how many doors there were and various other rules on base construction that were set in detail.
Dungeons that violated the rules would be flagged by the Yggdrasil system and fined. The Guild funds would be deducted gradually at a visible rate.
For Nazarick, such problems were solved by the 5th and 6th levels— They had to pay a lot to widen the dungeon to maintain it.
Ainz controlled one of the monitor which displayed the figures of the workers.
“Tch! Well then, it is finally time for them to show up. They made me wait really long.”
Feelings of unhappiness hit Ainz when he saw the images of the stronghold he made with his comrade being sullied by the dirty feet of the invaders. Although his emotions would be suppressed if it exceed a certain threshold, but it couldn’t completely keep his burning anxiety down.
“Albedo. Don’t allow any of them to escape.”
“Of course. Please enjoy watching the fate of the thieves intruding into the residence of the Supreme Beings. Also… which guinea pig should we choose for the experiment?”
“Ah, right. I sparred with this old man. I sparred with this man on the way too. This team is not suitable for training. Let’s dispose of these fellows first.”
Ainz pointed with his finger at a monitor Albedo could see.
Overlord Volume 7 Chapter 3
The Large Tomb
Part 1
The worker team led by Parupatra, “Green Leaf”, departed from those caught up in expectations and excitement and looked at the surroundings from the top of the main tomb’s entrance stairway.
As if everything in the graveyard had been covered by winter snow, there was nothing alive and everything seemed dead. There was only silence and starlight. The team asked him when they finished climbing the steps.
“Elder, don’t you think it was a wasted opportunity? We could have left searching the surface to other teams.”
“That’s true. No matter the team… except for that bastard’s, there shouldn’t be much difference in abilities. Anything we can do, “Heavy Masher” or “Foresight” can probably do as well.”
“Then…”
Parupatra interrupted his comrade and continued.
“But didn’t we get the right to be the first searchers tomorrow? We aren’t going to be missing out on too much. Plus, by tomorrow, the survey of the inside should be finished. The last team to go in would miss out on all the loot, and in the worst case scenario, get stuck in the base camp with guard duty.”
“Ah-ha…”
“It’s too risky to be the first ones to go into an unknown location. They are going to be our little canaries. I hope they return unharmed.”
Parupatra turned around with cold eyes. His gaze was fixed on the place where the workers who entered the tomb had been standing. His sublime disdainful expression was not befitting the usual jolly and fluffy man nicknamed the “elder”. Those who didn’t know much about him would be surprised, but his comrades knew.