Flying Squirrel valued bonds—especially friendship.
In the real world, his parents were gone and he had no friends, living a lonely life. So the friendships he built with his guild members in YGGDRASIL meant everything to him.
And precisely because of that, even when faced with the chance to traverse to another world, he didn't forget his other companions—he asked whether they wanted to leave with him.
It was just that their answers left him with regret.
But now his friends weren't only Jade Record and the others—the people in the chat group were his friends too in his heart.
Maybe it was one-sided, but he genuinely considered every group member a friend.
If they needed help and he could be of use, he'd be glad to offer it.
Resurrection items weren't all that precious to him, especially after collecting so many now.
Even max-level resurrection items he had plenty of.
Giving one to everyone would be a breeze.
As he'd said, the average Level 30 combat power of another world was barely a challenge for him. Though there were a few world-class items, in terms of sheer quantity of world-class items, Ainz Ooal Gown didn't fear any faction.
**Richest Man:** "Well then, I won't hold back."
Tony Stark said it as a joke.
But his goodwill toward Flying Squirrel had risen quite a bit.
Though Flying Squirrel in the anime had once used a super-tier spell that killed seventy thousand people, that was Flying Squirrel after he'd become an undead.
After all, Flying Squirrel's Justice value was -500. After the fusion with his game character upon crossing worlds, Flying Squirrel was no longer a pure human—his personality would be influenced by the character itself, gradually leaning toward the undead.
At that point, Flying Squirrel wasn't a pure human anymore. For anyone beyond his companions and players, he wouldn't care in the slightest.
Or rather, to the him at that time, those seventy thousand lives were no different from a string of numbers.
But even after fusing with the character, Flying Squirrel's cherish for his companions wouldn't change one bit—he'd still be the person who was genuinely gentle toward his companions from the bottom of his heart.
There was no good or evil in the chat group. Everyone had their own principles—agreeing or disagreeing with someone else was meaningless. Even angels didn't think they had the right to manage another world's justice.
And Tony didn't think of himself as a good person.
Maybe he'd saved many people in the future, even half the universe's lives, but he still didn't think of himself as a good person in any strict sense.
His weapons had killed many people. Even though he was just the manufacturer, weapons weren't kitchen knives—their purpose for being made was war.
The deaths caused by the weapons he'd made in wars were far more than seventy thousand.
He didn't want to make excuses for himself, so he was now making up for his mistakes in other ways.
**Flying Squirrel:** "Please, don't hold back at all."
If he could be helpful to a friend, he'd feel genuinely happy about it.
**Demon Queen:** "Really not a bad person. Hey @Flying Squirrel, interested in coming with me?"
**Demon Queen:** "Your strength is a bit lacking, but it's not like my demons have much going for them either besides me."
**Demon Queen:** "If you join my Demon Civilization, I'll make you the second-in-command!"
**Demon Queen:** "Look at your class—Death Lord. If you don't have some demons under you, aren't you just wasting your class?"
Morgana had taken a "fancy" to Flying Squirrel.
Look at that class, look at all those divine relics and items—this was literally born to be a demon!
After all, it was common knowledge that demons represented death. A Death Lord this cool—wasn't it a waste not to join the demons and lead a squad!
Of course, Morgana purely valued Flying Squirrel himself—the class and items were just incidental.
Yeah, just incidental!
**Flying Squirrel:** "Sorry, I don't really have plans for that."
Even though his class was undead and counted as an evil faction, that was a game class. In reality, even though he didn't believe in justice, it didn't mean he wanted to merge into darkness.
Second-in-command of the Demon Civilization? He'd pass.
**Sacred Guardian Left Wing:** "This guy really is something…"
Angel Yan didn't know how to evaluate Morgana's move.
Should she say it was just like Morgana—not a moment passed without thinking about recruiting, not even in the chat group.
In terms of potential, every person in the chat group had limitless potential. No one knew what magnificent future awaited them.
Maybe they were still ordinary now, but the chat group itself represented infinite possibilities.
Even someone like Umaru or Utaha from everyday worlds, ordinary people who could only earn points through check-ins, still had the possibility of going from a normal person to a strong member of the chat group.
The gacha function, the cross-worlds fishing function—that was what they existed for.
With limitless potential, their future was something even civilizations like the Angel or Demon ones from other worlds couldn't contain.
At the very least, Angel Yan had never had such thoughts.
Morgana… should she say it was just like Morgana.
**Demon Queen:** "What's wrong with me?"
**Demon Queen:** "You angels don't run a household so you don't know the price of firewood and cooking oil."
**Demon Queen:** "You have so many planets and factions paying you protection fees. Our demons don't."
**Demon Queen:** "The resources I get are one by one… borrowed from other civilizations."
**Demon Queen:** "Resource shortage is one thing, but talent shortage is another!"
**Demon Queen:** "After all these years, the only one with hope of becoming a god is Altar."
Look at them, then look next door at the Angel Civilization.
Sacred Kai'Sa and Sacred Hezi, two fourth-generation god bodies sitting at the top.
Angel Yan, Angel Zixin, Angel Leng, Angel Azhui, Angel Lingxi—each one had tremendous potential.
Comparing people really made you want to die!
And then there's the Void!
That bitch Kai'Sa had been chasing her for years without researching a thing about it. The bitch had been secretly working on a sub-biological engine right under her nose!
If it weren't for the simp Qul on her side, helping her take down that bitch Kai'Sa—who knows, give Kai'Sa another ten thousand years, how much stronger the Angel Civilization would have become!
**Demon Queen:** "But things are different now that I've joined the chat group."
**Demon Queen:** "Talent shortage? Me? As if!"
At least she had ten thousand years of accumulation—cultivating a few talents would be a cinch.
And she didn't necessarily need to use her own resources. She could also go grab some.
Grab from the angels!
She'd sell that bitch Kai'Sa's Sacred Treasury for parts!
**Sacred Guardian Left Wing:** "."
**Ice Queen:** "Seems like I've encountered something interesting."
**Ice Queen:** "That look of hatred… a mate? An offspring?"
**Ice Queen:** "Forget it. I hope you can bring me some fun!"
*(End of chapter)*