He sat down.
"Please, everyone. Be seated. Good afternoon. This is our World Order Meeting. Where I the head of this meeting meet all the world's presidents personally. First I apologize for not being there in person... but as you all know, the situation is dire. Let's begin."
The World Order meeting was silent, tension thick in the air. Arsh stood before the holographic council.
"We have a serious situation," he began. "Two Demon Commanders—Greed and Gluttony—have appeared. This is a country-level threat. If they act together, no one will be safe."
He paused, letting the gravity settle.
"We must treat this as an emergency. But we cannot go public yet—it would cause widespread panic. Any thoughts?"
A man in a sharp black suit stood up. "Sir, our nation will fully support your command."
"Thank you. I'm already conducting investigations," Arsh said. "But I don't know how much damage a full-scale battle might cause. That's why I'm requesting every nation to prepare shelters, food, and accommodations for Sitler's citizens—just in case we need mass evacuation."
He took a breath. "I'll do everything in my power to minimize the destruction. In fact, I'm working on something that—if it works—might reduce the damage by 50%. But still... we have to be ready for war. Not to win, but to survive."
Heads nodded in unison.
"OSAI will send regular updates to all board members," Arsh continued. "Any questions?"
"No, sir," they replied.
"Meeting adjourned." He closed the call, leaned back, and exhaled deeply.
His phone buzzed. "Rose is calling, sir," OSAI informed.
He picked up. "So… they're coming for me again?" Rose's voice was calm, almost accepting.
"Yeah," Arsh replied softly. "But I'll crush them—again."
"Do you ever regret saving me?" she asked.
"Never. Not for a second."
There was silence, then she asked, "Which Commanders?"
"Greed and Gluttony. Their abilities overlap, but they're still powerful. Dangerous."
"And Ainz?" Her voice wavered slightly.
"He survived the attack. Still can't walk, but by tomorrow, he should be on his feet."
"He's strong," Rose murmured. "To survive something like that…"
"I have to go," Arsh said gently. "Don't do anything reckless, alright?"
"You too," she replied. The call ended.
Arsh turned to his AI. "OSAI, ready for another world-changing experiment?"
"Always ready, sir. But what are we building this time?"
"You'll see." He smiled faintly and got to work.
Three hours later...
"Sir, it's time for your café shift," OSAI reminded.
Arsh blinked and stood. "Right. Let's get this over with."
At the café, Luna greeted him as he entered. "Hey! You're early. The boss is looking for you. He came by right after you disappeared yesterday."
"Yeah, I was in a bit of a rush. I'll explain everything," Arsh said, heading to the office.
Inside, the boss grinned. "Azura! My star employee. You did great yesterday."
He handed Arsh a check.
"But sir… this is almost 1.5 times more than what others earn," Arsh said, surprised.
"You noticed, huh? Don't worry. If the café keeps booming like this, I'll raise everyone's pay. But for now—keep bringing in the crowd, my boy."
He handed Arsh a badge and locker key.
The café buzzed with activity all evening. Arsh worked tirelessly, filling tables and refilling cups. As the night wore on, a familiar face appeared—Ainz, limping slightly as he took a seat.
"What are you doing here?" Arsh whispered. "You're supposed to be resting."
"I was bored. OSAI's games are fun, but not that fun," Ainz chuckled. "Relax, I'm fine."
Arsh sighed, served him coffee, and said, "Drink up, then go back and eat properly."
"You've made this place famous already," Ainz teased. "Day two and people are already obsessed."
"Shut up," Arsh muttered, turning to answer another customer.
After the shift ended, Arsh stepped outside. Luna joined him.
"Another packed night," she said with a smirk. "You're popular."
"Popularity is overrated," Arsh replied. "It just makes people follow you around like they want a piece of you."
"Maybe. But I like it—more customers means better pay. So, thanks."
"I didn't make this place good. It already was. I just pulled the crowd. No one comes just for a face—they come because the coffee's worth it."
"Still," she said softly, "I don't think it's just your face."
He smiled faintly. "Our suspension ends tomorrow. See you at college."
Back at the safehouse, Arsh began cooking. Ainz limped in.
"You're back! I'm starving."
"I already made dinner for you and Noar. Just heat it up."
"I… don't know how to do that," Ainz admitted. "And Noar's not back yet."
"What?" Arsh's eyes narrowed. "OSAI, where's Noar?"
"He's mid-battle and can't take calls yet. Should I tell him it's you?"
"No. If you do, he'll answer immediately and lose focus. Let me know when he's done."
During dinner, OSAI interrupted.
"Noar is now available."
"Patch me through."
A hologram flickered. "My lord, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you calling—"
"It's fine," Arsh interrupted. "You're not back yet and that's worrying."
"I was clearing this area as ordered, but—"
Suddenly, Noar was attacked. A violent flash cut the signal.
"Sir, a high-level aura detected. Rank 3 Demon Beast. Noar is injured!" OSAI warned.
"I'm going." Arsh stood up. "Ainz, stay here."
He raced to the rooftop and took off, sprinting across buildings.
"Status!" he barked.
"Demon Beast confirmed. Drones dispatched to delay it. Bullets ineffective."
"Send the laser drones. And prep the Ragnarok Axe. I want to finish this quickly."
"Understood."
In the forest, Noar faced a monstrous beast—part demon, part animal.
"So... you're a Demon Beast. I've heard of your kind."
Noar charged. The beast countered with sharp claws, slicing his side.
Just as the final blow came, Arsh landed between them.
"Sorry I'm late. Leave this to me."
"Your Highness!" Noar gasped.
"OSAI, Ragnarok Axe—status?"
"100 meters above, incoming."
"Drop it."
"Warning: impact force is extreme—"
"I'll handle it."
The drone released the massive axe. Arsh timed his leap perfectly, catching the weapon mid-air, and with a single, explosive swing—
CRACK!
The Demon Beast's head split clean in half.
Arsh landed, breathing steadily. Then, a cold voice echoed through the trees.
"Do you like my gift?" Greed stood at the edge of the clearing, smirking.
"I prepared it just for you."
Arsh charged—but the Demon Commander vanished before the axe could strike.