Interlude: Medea (Patreon)

Ainz, like he had done many times before, was not sure if he should curse his bad luck, or praise his incredible luck.

That is, he had sex… again. For the second time in the last two days with a very beautiful woman who likes him. Although, technically speaking, maybe it should be in the last ‘three’ days, if you count by the time of day? Okay, that doesn't matter.

Anyway, he had sex twice in less than a week!

Even in the days of his far from exciting youth, Ainz couldn’t even dream of being able to do something like that. And now, a little after thirty, all of his youthful dreams suddenly began to come true.

It’s not like he was complaining, Ainz was happy, of course he was happy. Who wouldn’t be happy in his place? Who could not like beautiful girls literally throwing themselves at him?

But at the same time, Ainz was worried. Whether it was providence or not, Ainz could not say, but he could definitely sense that up to this point all his luck had either a cause or even a consequence. And Ainz considered having such a relationship with the girls a great success for himself.

And therefore, inwardly, he could only shudder from thinking about what his reckoning would be for such great luck.

And so, due to the fact that Ainz was deprived of the opportunity to sleep, it was these thoughts that were spinning in his head in the early morning. Instead of sleepy and dreamy remembrance  of his activity with Medusa, and before that with Olga, he was worrying about the future.

Hence rather than looking like he's walking on sunshine, he was looking thoughtfully at his feet, as he walked back to his room from Medusa’s. Though strangely enough not because Medusa had reacted the same way as the last time he had sex with someone. Maybe the alcohol was to blame?

Unlike Olga, Medusa did not react to the morning after as excessively and did not try to kick him away from her room. On the contrary, Ainz was met with the wonderful morning look of a sleepy Medusa, where they had a little conversation, and ended with a great kiss. But at that point, alas, Ainz's actions were interrupted before it could move to the much more pleasant part as they had to hurriedly clean the cafeteria of their previous activities.

Luckily they had done it quickly enough, because no soon after they had finished, Archer entered the cafeteria. Though, judging by the side-eye Archer was giving them, they might have missed a spot.

“I'm definitely starting to sound like Perroroncino… ” Ainz sighed, after which he took a sip of coffee and shook his head. More from his own thoughts than from the effect of the coffee, which was too weak to affect his high-level mind and body. It was very delicious though. “Archer knows how to make coffee!”

In any case, after a short conversation, Ainz and Medusa had quickly come to an agreement. That, although their relationship was never a big secret, and especially after what happened last night, Medusa’s sisters were not ready to see them together. Who knows how they might react…

“I’m not sure, and imagination is not really my strong suit, but I know for sure that they’ll never be able to survive such a picture.” Ainz exhaled once more, then inhaled the aroma of coffee and smiled. “I never knew that quality coffee could smell so delicious! Archer definitely knows a lot about cooking. Actually hearing him tell it, he knows to make everything about that you can eat and drink. I wonder if he knows how to make alcoholic cocktails?"

In any case, in order not to force the Medusa’s sisters to be forced to hide and wander the corridors of Chaldea, Ainz left Medusa’s side. For now, he was going on a short hike through the corridors of Chaldea, eventually remembering that, strictly speaking, he wasn’t able to make the coffee that he was planning to make yesterday.

Fortunately for Ainz, he didn't have to imitate Medusa's actions in the end to make his coffee, risking making an absolutely indigestible slurry instead of coffee. Instead, Ainz found Archer in the kitchen, an Archer that was not at all happy with Ainz's presence.

Although Servants doesn’t strictly need to sleep, it doesn’t mean they don’t experience sleep problems if they were indeed try to sleep. At least that’s what Ainz noticed when he saw the small circles under Archer's eyes and his scowl that is much more gloomy than usual. It seems that Servants still suffer when they’re not sleeping enough. And Ainz was somehow the reason for Archer’s lack of sleep. Probably, Medusa too…

In any case, Archer did not protest too much when Ainz was looking to make some coffee, instead giving Ainz an excellent quality coffee. After which, clearly hinting at his dissatisfaction, Archer quickly returned to the kitchen. And Ainz, who had first thought to spend the morning talking with Archer, rethought his idea, and decided not to annoy the sleep-deprived Servant in the morning.

As he walked out of the cafeteria though, Ainz noticed that there were some tables missing…  Like the table on which, um… Ainz would have been morbidly embarrassed if it hadn't been for his suppression of emotions. A skill that he has liked more and more lately…

Plus, although it was not, strictly speaking, the most pleasant sensation, if Ainz could use his skills to suppress certain emotions and, ahem, sensations, to… last longer… Well he was not complaining.

Another suppression of emotions saved Ainz from embarrassing himself. Still, he forced himself to take a sip of coffee, feeling the bitter yet pleasant taste of the coffee spill over his tongue before sighing.

"I am definitely turning into Perroroncino… "Ainz sighed before letting an inappropriate joke in his head. "Well, at least I just killed people, and did not take hundreds of concubines."

The joke, which he had thought, if not funny, then at least suitable, turned out to be unexpectedly…  dry, as soon as he spoke it out loud.

"That was a bad joke." Ainz sighed and shook his head. " That bad sense of humor… I'm definitely turning into Perroroncino."

Lately, Ainz felt that his life has been tumbling so fast that he didn’t even have the time to determine whether he was looking up or down at the moment. Metaphorically speaking of course.

Worrying about girls and relationships, plans for the future, and the salvation of mankind. And lately, worst of all, whether he could trust his memories of the past…

“Too much has been happening lately,” Ainz sighed once more and sipped his coffee before thinking for a second.

So now…  What should he do now?

He had sex with Olga, and then with Medusa. And, apparently, both already know about each other… He was really glad that he dodged the bullet, when he talked about Olga with Medusa.

Ainz stopped walking when he felt his skill suppress the reflex urge to slap his own forehead at that stupid thought.

He had told Medusa about his relationship with Olga. And, apparently, it was the right option. Or, at least, the most correct out of the possible options. So in this case, after what happened with Medusa…  perhaps he should also notify Olga about what happened?

Yes, that sounded logical.

Although, Ainz could only hope that he would not be stuck in this loop forever… But for now, he should visit Olga. Though, is it too early?

Ainz took a deep breath before taking a look at the time on the nearby clock on the wall. It was already nine o’clock.

Ainz would hardly have called nine o'clock, early. Especially from the perspective of a simple office worker of the twenty-second century like him. He had long become accustomed to the beginning of the work shift being at four in the morning. But Olga, most likely, should still be asleep.

Ainz thought about what he should do for a second before exhaling. In any case, one way or another, he had already seen Olga in her most… vulnerable form, so technically invading her personal space shouldn't be so problematic.

So, with one last sigh, Ainz teleported straight into Olga’s office…

***

Only for him to find himself in Olga's unexpectedly empty office. To be on the safe side, Ainz also checked Olga's bedroom, after which he dubiously knocked on the bathroom door. But in the end, he could not find Olga anywhere.

Ainz wondered where Olga would have disappeared to this early in the morning…

“Where could she be?” Ainz racked his memories for an answer.

Remembering the conversation he had with Olga not so long ago, where their inhibition was damaged by alcohol, Olga divulged something that she was quite proud of. And because Ainz was not at all drunk, no matter how it seemed to him at that moment, he remembered it quite clearly.

In any case, Olga told him that she was taking lessons from Medea. At the time Ainz ignored this information, too busy ogling the intoxicated Olga, but it still stuck in his memory. Something which Ainz was very grateful for at the moment.

However, unlike Olga's office, Ainz has no idea where the training grounds in Chaldea are. At the very least, not enough where he could teleport there. Not to mention the fact that even if he did know enough to teleport there, Ainz did not want to interrupt Olga's lessons. Or worse, unexpectedly appearing in front of a spell.

So, trying to remember exactly in which room Olga was supposed to receive her lessons from Medea, he could only conclude that he didn’t have this information in his memory. And so Ainz was forced to search each training room one by one.

And so, after an hour of getting lost, and having received a new mug of coffee from Archer, who still looked at Ainz with a suspicious look, Ainz was able to reach the part of Chaldea with the training halls. Seeing the long corridor dotted with doors to various training halls, Ainz was not sure where he could start looking.

With a shrug, he decided to open the first door he came across. And, thanking his lucky stars, the very first training hall he looked into, contained his target. Well, close enough.

When he opened the door, he was greeted not only with a decent-sized room, with one half lined with tables and several shelves of books and the other half lined with soft mats, like those one would expect to see in a training room, but also Medea. Sitting at one of the tables, she was methodically marking something in the notes laid out in front of her.

However, as soon as the front door creaked when Ainz opened, Medea instantly stopped before turning towards the door. Realizing who exactly was walking in, Medea put her notes down before nodding slightly.

“Master”, - Medea greeted politely, perhaps even excessively so, as she put aside her notes. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, right, Medea” Ainz blinked as he suffered a momentary lapse in memory of his Servant’s name.

Ainz sometimes forgot how many Servants he had. However, could anyone reproach him for that? Ainz was never a very social person, and his circle of acquaintances, although it may sound quite impressive at about fifty people, consisted mostly of his guild-mates. People whom Ainz interacted pretty much daily for twelve years… Though, without a constant presence, even that memory is starting to fade.

‘My memory is not that good, huh.” Ainz made another dry joke in his mind.

In any case, Medea was one of those Servants that Ainz didn't really think about. For a long time, after her Singularity was solved.

Even so, Ainz strained his memory so that he wouldn’t say something wrong. He remembered that Medea was Baal’s protégé? At the very least he had offloaded his responsibility of looking after her to another of his Servants. In that case, it was not that surprising that Ainz did not think about her for so long. And judging by the fact that Ainz had pretty much never heard any complaint, and in fact didn’t think about it anymore, it was the correct decision. Reducing the load on himself even if only a little bit.

Still, a small prick of conscience still prickled him. Ainz felt an unpleasant feeling when he had, essentially, forgotten about one of his Servants. Maybe he should find some time to interact with Medea?

Medea, in any case, continued the dialogue with Ainz. “So, can I help you with something?”

“I was looking for Olga…” Ainz felt a slight twinge of his conscience again, before taking a step inside. In the end, Olga would not disappear anywhere even if Ainz had spent a couple of minutes talking with Medea. Not to mention the fact that, judging by the fact that her training hadn’t started yet, Olga would come here anyway. So, all in all, there’s nothing wrong in taking some time talking with one of his neglected Servants.

“But I don't mind talking a little too…  I have some free time.”

“Hmm, I see… ” Medea was silent in thought for a second, casting a quick glance at Ainz before answering his question. “Yes, I met with Olga today. And, like yesterday, she was still unable to finish her physical training… Actually she was much worse than yesterday. Furthermore, she was for some reason too absent-minded to study the material. So after a little test that she failed to pass, I sent her back to rest. She won’t be able to learn anything until she gets better…”

“Hmm,” Ainz, who had easily guessed both the reason for her ‘physical condition’ and the reason for Olga’s ‘absent-mindedness’ today, felt another little prick of conscience. “Is that so?”

“Exactly so.” Medea slowly nodded before looking at Ainz again. “Do you have any more questions?”

After that, as if an unexpected light bulb lit up over Medea's head, she smiled and continued talking as if nothing had happened. “Perhaps you would like to discuss Olga's progress with me?”

Ainz was quite sure that even if he wanted to do such a thing, he would likely not be able to understand anything from Medea's words. But, on the other hand, he also wanted to try to start some dialogue with his Servant. So Ainz just nodded, “Yes, I guess.”

“Okay,” Medea nodded, distracted for a second by the final notes in the paper in front of her, which was apparently Olga's test, allowing Ainz to make her way to the chair opposite Medea.

Suddenly, Medea's gaze caught Ainz's mug, which he continued to carry in his hands, “Hmm, is that a magical artifact?”

"Hmm, you could say that," Ainz replied to Medea, looking at the mug that he had created with his magic a little earlier. And simply because he did not want to accidentally use someone else’s mug from the kitchen. And, to be honest, he would clearly feel stupid if he asked Archer to pour coffee into the ‘Cup of Great Wisdom of Mimir’ or something similar that he could find in his inventory. “It’s a Magical…  Construct, I think that's what it is called?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Medea stared at Ainz’s mug before nodding at some of her thoughts, putting aside the completed notes and looking at Ainz. “As I understand it, you are somehow aware of my lessons, Master…”

Ainz was not aware at all of Medea's lessons with Olga. But, not wanting to completely lose his face, he nodded his head in a vague manner. “A little bit.”

“That’s good,” Medea nodded. “Then there’s no need for explanations, and we can move on to the most important part.”

Medea paused for a second before taking a breath and looking closely at Ainz. Her gaze then slipped down, to the mug Ainz was holding. Her attention was so severe that Ainz remembered his own primary school teacher, before she continued. “Slowly, but surely I am approaching the limit of what I can teach Olga.”

Ainz blinked in surprise. While he was not that well versed in the principles of teaching, especially when it came to magic, he doubts that several weeks for such training were enough. Or was learning magic here something like an elective course? Only needing two weeks of work to reach understanding?

Before Ainz could think about it further, Medea continued.

“Her potential as a magus…” Medea pursed her lips for a second before looking at Ainz once more, almost making him break out in nervous sweets. “It’s strange. I can’t say that she is the most talented Magus I have ever seen, and certainly not the strongest. But…”

Medea sighed again before shaking her head and looking at Ainz seriously, “What exactly did you do to her, Master?”

Ainz's first impulse was to try to justify himself, like a schoolboy caught with a cigarette by a strict teacher. Thankfully his suppression of emotions allowed him to ask for clarification calmly rather than break out in some nervous mumbling. “In what sense?”

“Her Magical Crest and Magic Circuits,” Medea nodded, looking at Ainz. “ It was very… unusual. No, perhaps it’s better to say that it was unique. Not to mention the extremely unusual seal… A Grand Order, it seems that it is called that?”

"Oh, I see, I understand what you are talking about." Ainz nodded.

Ainz didn't understand anything that she was talking about. He didn't understand anything at all.

‘What is a Magical Crest?!’ Ainz felt a surge of panic that was immediately suppressed by his skill before it could show on his face. ‘What are magic Circuits, and a Grand Order?! What’s that, I don't have a single idea about that!’

But either it was from some kind of primitive urge to just reply positively to the strict teacher or something else, Ainz just nodded confidently again. “Yes, I could see what you’re talking about.”

“It would be strange if you did not understand, Master.” Medea nodded again, after which, as if coming to a certain conclusion and looking at Ainz's mug again, she relaxed a little, leaning back a little on the back of the chair. “I think, there’s only about… seven or ten more lessons before there’s nothing more I can teach her. After which, hmm…  Olga, of course, will not immediately master the skills I taught her, she will need more experience and practice. But that relies more on her effort rather than any guidance I can offer.”

“Okay,” Ainz tried to say confidently. Olga’s lessons were almost finished, that was a good thing, wasn't it?

“And I assume that you will not agree to reveal to me the reason for such changes in Olga?” Medea glanced at Ainz once more, forcing him to shake his head.

“I'm afraid that such a thing isn’t possible” Ainz apologized, with full honesty. After all, he can’t tell Medea the reason for Olga’s changes if he doesn't know it in the first place, can he?

‘If only I knew the reason myself…’ Ainz sighed mentally as he glanced at Medea.

“Hmm, as I thought.” Medea just nodded at Ainz’s response, not at all upset. “I have my own ideas on this matter…  But I, perhaps, will also save them for the moment.”

“Okay,” Ainz just nodded, sighing internally. “I understand.”

Ainz, of course, did not understand anything. And therefore would like to hear from Medea that she clearly understood the situation much better than him, even her thoughts and guesses. But, fearing to get involved in a dialogue in which he clearly couldn’t understand at all at his level of understanding, Ainz easily allowed Medea’s silence on the matter.

“Okay,” Ending their dialogue on Olga’s training, Medea turned her gaze to Ainz before smiling a little. “In that case, I think it's worth talking about the reward?”

‘What reward?!’ Ainz wanted to shout in surprise for a second, before realizing what Medea was saying. "Yes, exactly, Olga's training..."

Ainz did not even need to think about it. That is, of course, Medea, one way or another, had coached Olga, which deserved compensation in return for her expanded efforts. But to be honest, Ainz is so used to the fact that Servants around him extremely rarely demanded something as a reward. So rare in fact, that he could not immediately understand and remember that he, as a good Boss, was supposed to reward his employee for their work.

‘That is logical, any work should be equally compensated for.’ Ainz just nodded at his conclusion before speaking up after a little thought. “I'm not sure what kind of reward I can provide, but I can try and do my best.”

“That’s good, in that case,” Medea looked at Ainz’s face once more before nodding to herself, coming to a decision, “I would like to receive information about demons. Either Grimoires or encyclopedias are fine… at least a reference book. History books are fine too.”

Ainz was somewhat surprised by the request for a second.

As one might expect, Ainz didn't know Medea very well. At least not enough to guess what kind of things she might want. But even so, information about demons…  It was a very specific topic. And although Ainz, being a hoarder, had amassed hundreds of various books in his inventory, only a few of them really dealt with demons in one form or another.

‘I remembered giving one of those to Medusa, by the way.’ Ainz recalled something that had happened quite a long time ago for a second. He shook his head to dispel what memories of thinking about Medusa had conjured, and returned his attention to Medea.

“That’s doable,” Ainz nodded, looking at Medea. “I can see what books I have discussing such topics. But, if it's not a secret, can you tell me why exactly you need such books?”

At Ainz’s question, Medea froze in uncharacteristic panic, as if she was suddenly unsure of how she should answer before sighing, collecting her thoughts. And, looking at Ainz seriously, answers. “I want to know everything about Baal’s weaknesses.”

Ainz was, in turn, frozen after Medea’s answer.

Baal's weakness, hmm…  Weakness in combat?!

Ainz thought about it for a second before dismissing the thought as absurd.

For a long time, Ainz did not even think of Medea after she became Baal's protégé, so he doesn’t really know how Medea views such a relationship. And in view of the fact that he did not observe any significant problems that arose because of their relationship, and looking at an extremely successful example of a similar action on his part regarding Altera and Cainabel. Ainz finds it unlikely that Medea would like to find any weaknesses of Baal to defeat him in battle.

And to be honest, Ainz would not have allowed such an event as a battle between Servants anyway.

In that case, what exactly did Medea mean?

Weaknesses of Baal…? Like, for example, his weaknesses as a…  Man?

Ainz blinked before looking carefully again at Medea.

Ainz had never before looked at Medea from the point of view of her appearance, mainly because he had not met her for a long time, and because he had enough problems in his personal life even without Medea. But, if you evaluate only her appearance and little knowledge of psychology that Ainz had amassed at least because of his age and position as a guild master, Medea was beautiful…  and lonely. She is a beautiful young woman.

Ainz was also not very well versed in the beauty of men, but even to his inexperienced gaze, Baal looked good, possessed a certain charisma, intelligence and was in a position of strength and power. They were a good match…

In general, it was not so difficult to imagine that some girl, Servant or not, fell under the influence of Baal’s charms and decided to win, if not his love, then at least his attention.

In addition, Ainz, one way or another, had made Baal and Medea work together by his decision. Which, looking at the example of Altera and Cainabel, should have led to the formation of certain personal relationships.

So, imagining a situation in which Medea would have decided to conquer Baal’s heart wasn't that hard.

Suddenly feeling a vague feeling of strangeness, Ainz suddenly noted that this was the first relationship that arose before his eyes within his group of Servants.

Except, of course, his own relationship with the Servants.

Ainz chuckled a little. For a second he suddenly felt like an old man, watching from the front rows as a romance between a young couple blooms. And some warm, nostalgic feeling made him smile.

“Of course. I understand.” Ainz nodded, looking at Medea warmly, before asking a pertinent question. “But still, why books? Moreover, reference books…”

“Books lie much less often than people,” Medea just answered calmly back. “Not to mention that I don't have so many options…”

Ainz blinked in surprise before sighing inwardly.

What a poor thing, trying to learn love from books!

Ainz, of course, was not the greatest psychologist, and his experience in relationships was very modest. But, even he understood that it was impossible to learn love from books. Even Perroroncino, with his hundreds of eroge under his belt, looked much better against this background.

In addition, saying that she had no one to turn to sounds… It would be very sad if Ainz were to give his opinion.

Having no friends… Was Medea so lonely?

Although, Ainz thought about it some more for a second. After all, he had never even seen Medea in the corridors, hurrying somewhere on her business, unlike many other Servants whom he noticed from time to time. So… was it any surprise that she didn’t have many friends?

Ainz sighed thoughtfully and sadly before looking up at Medea, who was waiting for his answer. “This… I can do that, but would that be the best option?”

“Hm?” Medea was surprised, waiting for Ainz to answer.

“Books… ” Ainz tried to answer, “Are not the best source for such a thing. Wouldn't it be better to turn to… someone more knowledgeable in this case?”

“Hmm,” Medea just looked at Ainz attentively, “I don’t know anyone except Baal who could…”

Medea suddenly stopped, before looking at Ainz intently and her pupils dilated, “Or do you mean…”

“Hmm,” Ainz looked away, a little embarrassed. Of course, he was also not that privy to Baal’s secrets. But perhaps of all those present here, discounting Cainabel, indeed, he was the second, after Baal himself, who understood his weaknesses best. At least, he had read interesting facts about Baal’s lore once on the forum!

“And you…  Are you ready to support me? Just like that?” Medea narrowed her eyes.

“This is not the best option, of course. And I know that most leaders looked at such a relationship…  disapprovingly.” Thinking about office romances, and the many scandals it caused, Ainz did not notice Medea narrowing her eyes. “But…  Hmm, maybe I'm even a little happy about the opportunity to support such a thing. And in the current conditions… I can definitely support you in your actions.”

“I see…” Medea only narrowed her eyes, and looked at Ainz strangely. “In that case, I appreciate your support in this, Master…”

“Excellent,” Ainz smiled at the chance to help such a young love bloom. He could imagine his friends being excited that one of them was starting a relationship. Okay maybe not Peroroncino… and maybe even Ulbert.  “In that case, perhaps, if you have some free time we can start now…”

***

Medea smiled as she looked at the notepad filled with notes in front of her face. Ainz really knew a lot about Baal…  And Medea was genuinely surprised at how easily he agreed to share it with her.

No, of course, Medea suspected that her Master, Ainz, would support her desire, if not to kill, then at least to knock Baal off a peg. But, at the same time, Medea was somewhat surprised that it was Ainz who was the one who suggested this approach initially.

Perhaps even Ainz himself had no idea how disgusting Baal might be in his actions with Medea?

Nausea rose in Medea's throat at the memory of Baal’s action.

No, he did not touch her in any way, and he did not physically injure her. For all his shortcomings, Baal did not stoop to such a level. Not because he was against it mind you, but because he did not need it. Baal could speak, and could show Medea things…

Things which she would never want to remember.

Nausea again rose to Medea's throat, and she wanted to plunge into the stream of a cold shower, trying to wash away the memories.

Or maybe Ainz just…  liked it.

His words hinted to Medea that he had already known how all this would end. And that he…  expected such an outcome. That Medea would hate Baal and come to Ainz for help, trying to win his favor in exchange for Olga's training. Did Ainz orchestrate such an event? Maybe he had planned to win Medea's favor in this way. To make her interact with one of the most disgusting people, no, demons, in the world, then to help her get rid of him, gaining her trust?

If this was so, then Medea could only applaud Ainz's idea. He had really played all his cards well. And now, even if Medea was able to unravel his plan, it practically did not mean anything. Because, one way or another, by helping her destroy Baal, Ainz would still deserve a favor from Medea…

Medea smiled, looking towards the door through which Ainz had left the room and grinned.

If that was the case…  then Ainz was not at all as simple as anyone might think.

***

"Still, what is a ‘Magical Crest’?" Ainz pondered, then shrugged his shoulders. "I'll ask Da Vinci."

Ainz prefers a simple solution for all these abstruse magic theories.

***

Name: Medea

Race: Human

Title: Witch of Colchis

Occupation: Servant of Ainz Ooal Gown

Residence: Chaldea, Medea's room

Karma: -150 (Neutral Evil ~ Evil)

Racial Level: -

Class Level: Mage ~ Ancient Greece (15)

Mage ~ Hecate (10)

Mage ~ Academic (10)

Archmage (5)

Others (9)

Total: 49 Class Levels = 49 Levels

HP: 20

Mana: 90

Physical Attack: 10

Physical Defense: 0

Dexterity: 40

Magic Attack: 80

Magic Defense: 0

Resistance: 60

Special Abilities: 40

Ability: Rule Breaker

Level: 40

An anti-magic ability that takes the form of a blade. Capable of breaking any spell or enchantment up to the eighth tier of magic but requiring contact with the spell itself. Despite the ample benefit of this ability, and the fact that this ability unlocks early, at level 40, the need for physical contact between the blade and the spell severely limits the effectiveness of this ability at high levels. In general, however, it is a fairly effective ability that is very useful in a lot of scenarios. The fact that it barely costs anything to use is just a cherry on top of the cake.

Player comments:

- Okay, let's leave the question of physical protection aside for a while…  you know what? The build is starting to seem not so bad! Seriously, really! Zero magical defense is compensated by Rule Breaker, and given that we're talking about a level fifty - there is no need to fear spells of the ninth rank and higher. So, overall… Surprisingly, not so bad?

- Oh, the stereotypical ‘squishy wizard’, cast once and then get blown away. More precisely, at least the build got mana, so it’s not going to be a one-trick pony… But eh, going to be dead long before it could cast a second spell.

- What’s the point? Why with only 20 in HP you put 40 in DEX? As a mage build at that? Well, why? Why? No answer...

- Guys, I'm used to outright trash, but here, everything is not so bad…  That is, of course, the build is outright not usable, better to rip out the hands of the maker of this build than risking another atrocity. But, against the background of literal self-kill builds we were exposed to in the past, it is much better. Next!