Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Three days later.

NeeRongPing arrived once again at NeeDePing's courtyard.

At this moment, NeeDePing was rubbing his neck, sore from playing World of Warcraft for five hours the night before. Seeing his brother arrive, he called out to the center of the courtyard, where a golden-patterned magical altar stood:

"Come out and meet the former director of the National Radio and Television Administration. He's the one who bestowed you with his will."

A human-shaped phantom, radiating golden light, emerged from the altar. The figure had starry eyes and a righteous demeanor, with a pair of striking brows and a serious gaze. 

The figure had starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows, exuding a resolute justice. Their eyes were bright and piercing. On their back, they carried a heavy giant sword of mysterious steel. They wore a tailored black suit and a gold-plated pen was clipped over their chest pocket.

NeeRongPing looked at the figure in the loose Chinese tunic suit, and despite its elegant form, felt dizzy and disoriented. His vision spun, and he nearly collapsed.

"How... How is it a woman? And a... a young girl?"

"Nowadays, isn't it trendy to design characters as beautiful girls? I made some adjustments, incorporating my own Taoist methods to add a cute attribute!"

NeeDePing quickly supported the trembling, unsteady NeeRongPing and explained somewhat sheepishly, "But don't worry, she is definitely an embodiment of the National Radio and Television Administration's will and belief. I wouldn't fake that."

NeeDePing then ordered the girl in the phantom to perform, "Quick, show the director your sword dance!"

At the command, the girl drew the long heavy sword from her back and began to perform a series of sword moves, her strikes swift as the wind, while chanting powerfully:

"To ask why we fight... is to ask why the leaves fall. 

"It is in their nature. 

"Perhaps, there is a better question. 

"Why do we fight? 

"To protect Home, and Family... 

"To preserve Balance, and bring Harmony. 

"For my kind, the true question is: 

"What is worth fighting for? " 

After reciting the poem and finishing the sword dance, the girl returned her sword to its place, standing upright with an aura of righteousness on the altar.

"This poem? Did she create it herself?" NeeRongPing asked NeeDePing, looking at the girl with curiosity.

"Uh... yes, the poem was inspired by her own will in the midst of spiritual upheaval!" NeeDePing quickly fibbed, worried about his brother's condition.

"I see, it's not bad at all." NeeRongPing, supported by his brother, softened from his initial shock.

He watched the poised, short-haired girl and grew more fond of her. He could sense from her that unwavering, righteous spirit that would never tolerate vulgarity or dark arts.

This girl was indeed an embodiment of the National Radio and Television Administration's will!

NeeDePing added, "She possesses three sacred artifacts, all forged from the will within the bronze seal."

The girl lifted the heavy giant sword on her back, and NeeDePing explained, "This sword is called 'Delete.' The gilded pen on her chest is named 'Modify,' and she also carries a bronze seal called 'Ban.'"

Suddenly, the previously clear sky darkened with swirling clouds, gold lightning flashing and thunder booming.

A crack tore open in the clouds, revealing a staircase made of blue crystal descending from the heavens. The staircase was as clear and clean as the azure sky, stretching from the clouds down to the altar on the ground.

Looking up at the opening in the sky, one could faintly see ancient European-style farmhouses and fields.

The short-haired girl, with the pen on her chest and the sword on her shoulder, turned and stepped onto the staircase, heading towards the opening.

"Where is she going? Does she have enough strength?" NeeRongPing asked, his concern evident as if watching his daughter leave for the first time to another city.

"She's going to change those fantasy worlds that contradict moral and cultural ethics. Don't worry, even though she can't be the strongest in someone else's world, she is the embodiment of decades of the National Radio and Television Administration's will and belief. She will be one of the strongest... Let me see,"

NeeDePing shaded his eyes with his hand, looking towards the opening in the roiling clouds, "She's heading to a world where the main character is called... Ainz Ooal Gown."

"Very good." NeeRongPing watched the girl marching resolutely up the transparent blue staircase in mid-air, feeling as if he saw the former directors and staff of the National Radio and Television Administration again, standing firm against the world's harsh criticism, sealing and revising all kinds of harmful and heretical cultural and creative products.

He pushed NeeDePing, who was supporting him, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted to the heroic girl on the staircase, "Go, carry our will to the ends of heaven and earth!"

The girl turned, stood at attention, her legs close together, her right hand raised to her forehead in a standard salute. 

"Ensure the mission is accomplished!"