Bone King: Homemade plug-in, I am the god of destiny Chapter 033

Ninya looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, roughly the same age as his eldest daughter, Enri.

Although young, considering she had been an adventurer for several years, she was certainly different from ordinary teenagers.

Rod heard that adventurers greatly admired the strong and yearned for power, so he wasn’t surprised by Ninya’s question and answered with a smile:

“Yes, Enri used to be just an ordinary village girl, though she was very diligent and kind. When our village suffered a disaster and received salvation from a god, she was fortunate enough to be favored by the divine being, which is why she received such a blessing.”

“Is that so…”

Ninya’s eyes flickered slightly after hearing Rod’s description.

In fact, it was slightly different from Rod’s guess. Her inquiry about Enri wasn’t entirely due to an adventurer’s craving for power, but rather related to her own experiences.

That’s right, the adventurer dressed as a boy was actually a girl.

She had also been just an ordinary village girl, her parents having died young, leaving only her and her older sister to rely on each other.

Later, her sister was forcibly taken by an evil noble, who claimed he wanted her as a concubine.

The life of a commoner was very hard, especially for orphans who lost their parents early.

If her sister could live a prosperous life because of this, even if Ninya felt discontent, she would still offer her sister blessings.

However, from the rumors she heard later, the outcome was not as good as she had imagined, but rather developed in the opposite direction.

Ninya had once pleaded with others in the village, hoping to gain the power to save her sister, but that was just a fantasy.

Commoners could not resist nobles; staying in the village offered no hope.

So she left the village and began searching for the power to save her sister.

Heaven had been kind to her; after leaving the village, she met a magic caster who discovered her potential as a magic caster and innate ability, leading her to become the current silver-ranked adventurer.

However, Ninya knew that her current strength was still not enough.

She could only continue to train and improve her level, even knowing that if she dragged this out, her sister might not be able to hold on until she gained enough power.

After hearing Enri’s story, a flame of hope ignited in her heart.

If she could replicate such an opportunity, even if she didn’t reach Miss Enri’s level, just becoming a magic caster capable of using fourth-tier magic might allow her to rescue her sister from the evil noble!

Ninya gripped her magic staff tightly and asked Rod, “Mr. Emmet, where is the divine being you mentioned? Can I meet that being?”

Rod paused, then looked Ninya up and down.

The Swords of Darkness team had four members: the warrior leader Peter, the skirmisher Lukrut, the forest priest Dyne, and the sorceress Ninya. The other three, after hearing about his family’s experiences, showed a hint of envy in their tone but didn’t have Ninya’s particular reaction.

After a slight hesitation, Rod replied to Ninya, “The divine being should still be in E-Rantel right now. As for you wanting to see him…”

“I heard Enri say that the divine being seems to be planning to establish a grand cathedral in E-Rantel and recruit more followers who are fated. Perhaps you can try then.”

“So that’s how it is!” Ninya’s eyes immediately lit up, as if she had seen hope, and then she smiled and thanked Rod, “Mr. Emmet, thank you for telling me this news!”

“You’re welcome. It’s not a secret anyway; everyone in our village knows.”

Rod smiled and shook his head.

The divine being hadn’t forbidden everyone from talking about him, and since he intended to establish a church, the more famous he became, the more others would be attracted to join.

Perhaps this was also one of the reasons the divine being wanted him and his companions to become adventurers.

…

Under the same moonlight, in a different wilderness.

“Alright everyone, Nabe and I will go rest now. We’ll be back on time for our shift.”

“Understood, thank you for your hard work.”

After a brief greeting, Momonga, in his guise as the jet-black warrior, stood up and walked towards the resting tent, with Narberal right behind him.

The two entered their private tent, and the tent flap seemed to cut off all outside prying eyes, allowing Momonga to finally relax.

In the morning, the Adventurer’s Guild had issued a special request targeting the villagers of Carne Village, recruiting other adventurer teams for a so-called ‘training’ mission.

Although this obvious preferential treatment caused some adventurers to grumble, most of them quieted down after the Adventurer’s Guild explained the relationship between the villagers and that little girl named Enri.

A magic caster capable of using sixth-tier magic could enjoy privileges in this world.

Realizing this, Momonga even considered letting Narberal expose some of her strength, but ultimately, he held back.

After previously investigating this world, he had determined that third-tier magic was the limit ordinary people could reach, which was why he had publicly declared that Nabe was a magic caster who had reached that level.

This way, they wouldn’t attract the attention of unknown forces by being too outstanding, nor would they be overly underestimated in the adventurer profession; everything was just right.

Breaking this disguise rashly now for a bit of privilege might not necessarily be a good thing for Nazarick as a whole.

“Nabe, I’ll have Pandora take over for me temporarily later. You and he cooperate well and don’t expose our identities, understood?”

Momonga’s warrior armor disappeared, reverting to his appearance as the Ruler of Death, then he instructed Narberal.

Narberal nodded solemnly, “Understood, Lord Momonga.”

“Alright, then I’ll return to the Great Tomb of Nazarick first.”

After confirming there were no issues, Momonga activated a teleportation spell and vanished in a blink.

When he reappeared, he was back at the entrance of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, tens of kilometers away.

Below was an undulating area of hills, with no buildings visible at all.

This was normal.

After traversing to another world, to avoid exposing the existence of the Great Tomb and attracting harassment and invasion from otherworld creatures, he had the Guardian of the Sixth Floor, Mare, disguise the surface structures.

By altering the terrain to make the Great Tomb less conspicuous, and then setting up an illusion to cover the entrance, the entire entrance completely vanished from sight.

This could deceive the eyes of enemies, yet his own people would not be fooled.

Momonga slowly descended, passing through the illusionary cover and landing precisely on the wall, where someone had already been waiting.

It was a girl who looked about 10 years old, wearing a white jacket and short skirt. Her pointed ears and light dark skin indicated his race—dark elf.

He was Mare.

Incidentally, his setting was a cute boy dressed in girl’s clothes, a cross-dresser.

“Lord Momonga, this.”

The moment Momonga landed, Mare quickly stepped forward and opened his palm towards Momonga.

In his palm lay a ring inlaid with a ruby—the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown.