Ch 13
Inside of a dark room of the manor in the outskirts of the city, another meeting was happening. The fact that so many meetings were happening one after another was rare in Carlambino's Gambino family, but it meant that something important was going on. And given the fact that it had been his son, who had been dealing with "Momonga" or "Ainz," who had called the meeting, it made it obvious what the topic would be.
He took a slow sip of his tea while looking at his inner circle. The thug who had initially approached the merchant was present and currently bringing in a small assortment of weapons, food, and scrolls.
His subordinates were patiently waiting as his beloved Pastellano and the thug were seemingly going through a list while arranging the items in a neat manner.
It was taking a while, as the two were seemingly discussing these items, but that was fine. It was important to be organized, and it also gave him more time to enjoy his tea. The others who were present in the room were quietly chatting and curiously looking at what were most likely more products from the secretive Merchant.
Clap. Clap. His son clapped twice to get the attention of everyone present before bowing to him. It was good that his son had not forgotten the importance of manners, and he nodded approvingly. The thug followed with a very sloppy bow and an expression that did not contain even a hint of nervousness.
He had talked with the one in charge of that thug and had come to understand that guy's shrewdness. That thug was apparently very ambitious, which had worried him at first, but the one in charge of him had assured him that his ambition did not lie in control but in something else.
"I thank you all for coming to yet another meeting. I am sure you are all wondering why another meeting was called so soon. As you might have guessed, it has to do with our newest addition on the market."
Pastellano paused, giving people time to process his words. He wore a professional smile and seemed to be reading the atmosphere of the room.
The sight of that made Carlambino happy. How good it was to have a competent son.
"In my recent meeting with Momonga, he showed us many interesting wares.
As some of you might've already found out, he is a Storage Human who ate the Mise Mise no Mi, giving him the ability to store a wide array of objects. However, his abilities seem to go further than that, making him able to store more...intangible things in objects."
Carlambino's expression did not change, different from his subordinates, who raised their eyebrows, no doubt trying to imagine and rationalize such an ability.
His son continued.
"These objects in front of you hold different abilities, all stemming from his devil fruit. He infused them with powers that may become very useful to us."
That garnered everyone's attention. No hushed whispers, instead pure silence. It was theorized that devil fruits could be fed to objects, and while it was not confirmed, they had no doubt that the world government researched that topic.
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Yet apparently, this Momonga had already made a huge step toward that goal.
"A demonstration."
He spoke up while looking at the thug. He believed his son, but they needed to gauge the versatility of such a power.
His son nodded and signaled the servants to open the veranda to a small inner court, while the thug walked up to him with a short sword, a scroll, an amulet, and a few other things. They had seemingly picked up one of each kind of object.
The thug suddenly spoke up, laughing.
"This stuff is going to blow you guys away."
His statement solicited a lot of frowns, and Carlambino was once again impressed by the man's gall to break common rules of etiquette.
Pastellano looked a bit annoyed but simply signed him to enter the small court.
"Alright, let's see if I can pull this off again."
The thug wore a grin while holding what looked like a regular short sword. It looked like a regular, low-quality blade meant for normal footmen, but it was surrounded by a light white/blue hue.
The thug seemed to concentrate, and slowly, changes began to appear, which had the man break out in another fit of laughter.
A layer of ice seemed to cover the sword and grow forward, creating an extension of the blade. It happened quite slowly, though, so while the ability was strange, it seemed useless.
He was about to speak up when Pastellano sighed and spoke to the thug.
"We need to show off the versatility of the weapon, not just further your control over its ability. Do a full release like in the room."
The thug laughed again and answered:
"Hahaha, yes, yes, sorry. It's just so strange."
He then turned to the people watching.
"I accidentally used the sword's ability in the room with Momonga. I had no control over it at that time, so I'm a bit excited that I can feel a connection to this ability now.
That being said, are you sure you want me to do a full release? I feel like it'll be stronger than last time."
"Just do it. And if you want to further your control, then do the biggest release you can without damaging anything."
The thug seemed happy about Pastellano's answer and held the sword out in front of him, like preparing to stab the ground.
Carlambino and his inner circle were a bit annoyed at the thug's antics but waited patiently while the thug closed his eyes. The thug's expression grew slightly confused, and he murmured something like a thought that had eluded him and that he suddenly remembered.
"Freezing Burst...?"
He then repeated those words louder and stabbed the sword into the ground.
[Freezing Burst]
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It took only a moment. A white cloud traveled through the court in an uncontrolled fashion and dissipated seconds later. Everywhere the cloud had travelled, a layer of ice and snow had appeared.
Pastellano widened his eyes a bit. This was far bigger than in the room, and this time, the ground was not just covered by ice but seemed thoroughly frozen.
Everyone was silent and unmoving; the only exception was the thug, who was panting. He had their attention as he suddenly reversed his grip on the short sword still buried in the iced ground and pulled it out in a violent fashion.
The ground shattered. The entire surface of everything that had been frozen below the thug's feet simply shattered into violent icy shards. Strangely, despite standing in the midst of the ice shards, the thug was unaffected and instead dropped to his knees, panting and trembling from apparent effort.
He turned towards them with a grin, and so did Pastellano.
Carlambino did not know what to say at first.
The ability was impressive. It was not even close to the ability of a Devil Fruit, but it was powerful nonetheless. This ability seemed capable of targeting everything in a 7 m radius around the thug, and from what he had heard, it was somehow linked to the user.
"This ability. I want you to explain it to me."
Pastellano smiled and nodded.
"Of course. This sword is infused with the power of ice. I do not know the details, but our dear grunt here mentioned feeling a connection whenever he held and used the blade. The connection is apparently not personal, but he said that he can feel how to effectively draw out the sword's power. The sword itself, of course, has limits. It was mentioned that it can at most affect a 10m radius around the wielder, or 30m in a fan-shaped area if you manage to control it to that point."
They listened attentively while exchanging glances.
"So the sword can be wielded by anyone?"
This time, the thug answered.
"Feels like it. You basically just have to feel how to release it. I just kind of visualized it, and the rest is really just feeling."
He had managed to stop panting and was gesturing to Pastellano while seemingly trying to make puppy eyes. Pastellano simply wordlessly gave him a green drink, which he downed in an instant. He then instantly stood up like the tiredness had never happened.
"As you can see, this short sword is not the only thing that we got. We have more weapons and potions, which hold more such abilities. This potion here he just had had "stamina" stored in it. The effects are obvious."
A question came up. This time from one of Carlambino's advisors.
"The potions are all well and good, but if this Momonga used his Devil Fruit to store these things in weapons, then shouldn't that make those weapon abilities finite?" The ice will run out eventually."
The thug broke out in laughter once more and seemed to want to tell them, but Pastellano was faster.
"Momonga mentioned using devil fruit fragments to imbue the weapons. They hold only a fragment of their power. But it only needs time to recharge."
"But isn't there already someone who ate the Ice-Ice Fruit?"
This question came from the thug's superior.
Pastellano just shrugged.
"He mentioned fragment. Maybe he used a leftover? Or maybe he found it years ago before whoever holds it now ate it?
I do not know."
Carlambino spoke up again. "Do all of these weapons here hold such power?"
"Out of the weapons, this sword is apparently the strongest. But there is something else. Something very special."
He took out some scrolls. His expression was serious.
"We have not tested them yet, but these scrolls hold abilities similar to the weapons. However, some of these scrolls are much more powerful. This one was said to be the most powerful. He called it Napalm. We did not test it due to the fact that they are finite."
"More powerful, you say?"
Pastellano nodded.
"Apparently capable of destroying an entire district by itself."
Carlambino leaned back. "Goodness, where does he even find such firepower in order to store it?"
His advisors and everyone present wore wry smiles and probably pondered the same question.
He took a sip of his tea.
"But no more death poisons? As impressive as this is, the poison is his true weapon."
Pastellano's expression faltered.
"He said that the materials are difficult to come by and that while he has some more of them, he would rather tread carefully while dealing with us."
That solicited several gasps and sighs. To be so obvious about it was rare; many people saw it as weakness to be that careful while dealing with them. But it meant that Momonga was reasonable and most likely very careful. Carlambino was a bit disappointed, but even just one of these potions was powerful enough.
"And what did he want? Surely this," he gestured towards the goods, "was not for free?"
"He wants more devil fruits. He most likely wants to use them to create more powerful weapons. I already promised him that the next fruit we find will be his. I already sent some people to scour the market."
Devil Fruits? That made sense. If the short sword could be that strong just with a fragment, then an entire devil fruit being stored in an object could be even better. But...
"Devil Fruits are powerful. Is it not better to keep them to ourselves?"
Someone said it.
The thug answered this time.
"Is a devil fruit more powerful than a literal death potion?"
A good point. Maintaining a good relationship with him could make him change his mind and sell more of that stuff.
"If we find a very powerful devil fruit, we will keep it. However, if it's just a Paramecia, he will get it. We don't know how effectively he can use these devil fruits, so it's better to see what he can do with a devil fruit before giving him more powerful ones."
Pastellano responded to him with a grave expression.
"I'm quite sure that Momonga is not only dealing with us right now. He already has this many items, and he only recently appeared on the island. If we gatekeep too much, then he will turn to others who may meet more of his demands."
Haaah. Another good point. But they couldn't afford to be reckless.
"We will investigate that. But before we end this meeting, I want to talk about the potion and who we will use it on. Our tests have determined that just dipping an arrow or a bullet in the poison makes it an instant death weapon. So we can use this potion on many targets. But it does have a weakness. Those are clothes. The potion does not have to enter the target's system, but it does have to touch them directly. Simply splashing the potion on them while they wear thick clothes is useless unless it soaks through.
About the targets, we will obviously aim a few at the other 4 families but also at the Marines. They have been trying to meddle in our business too much, and we will give them a warning at the next occasion they try to sniff us out.
But the biggest priority is finding a Devil Fruit. Tell me, did he give a specific amount or any prerequisites for the fruit?"
"No...."
"No, but he mentioned wanting more than one. Preferably a Zoan or a Logia."
The thug had managed to interrupt Pastellano and decided to throw in a freebie for Ainz. Being on such a guy's good side was always a good thing, and he decided to make it very clear to everyone. He was planning to get closer to Ainz in any way possible. He knew he had started acting more cocky and that the family probably did not like that, so making himself indispensable was important.
As expected, he got reprimanded.
"Do not forget your place. You are not in any position to interrupt the boss's son."
Other voices were speaking up, admonishing him for his behavior.
Pastellano himself was displeased as well, but he understood what the thug was trying to do. And he had technically already succeeded to a certain extent. The thug had managed to have full-blown conversations with Momonga and to act in a casual manner with him.
Ainz had apparently followed him to the Establishment without even questioning him, and they had apparently made small talk along the way.
The incident in the establishment was proof of that as well. The casual way in which the thug had just grabbed a few items and used them and the rather soft scolding he had received portrayed a certain closeness already. The thug was at the very least someone who Ainz would expect to see in the meetings and negotiations, and discarding the guy had a slight chance of alienating Ainz or making him think that they would easily dispose of their own associates.
'Haaahh, what a shrewd guy.'
"Do not worry, he most likely got too excited. I was about to say the same anyway."
The thug gave him a quick glance and suppressed a smirk before bowing and muttering an apology.
Carlambino stared at them for a moment, most likely already having understood the dynamic that was between them, before simply continuing.
"So more than one devil fruit. He will have to accept a Paramecia and maybe a Zoan for now. I want to know if any of your departments have anything. Scour the market. We need at least two. It's best to simply give him two devil fruits and then keep the stronger devil fruits for later dealings.
Now, about the potion, did he confirm it?"
Pastellano smiled.
"Yes, I quote, 'As long as they are not immortal, anyone will die.'"
"If there are ways to resist an instant death, I do not know of them."
This is what he said on that topic. He confirmed that even an admiral would die."
There were some clearly skeptical looks being exchanged. Someone interjected.
"It might be better to avoid hitting the Marine. We don't know how they would react to it. Even IF the potion can kill an admiral, we would just paint a target on our backs."
Most people approved the message. The Marine was facing tumultuous times, and it was growing worse. The pirate king's execution and his final message had motivated the people to delve into piracy, and the Marine was currently very busy.
But more important than that, they looked weak. The obvious struggle they were having when dealing with pirates had every admiral, vice admiral, and rear admiral in constant deployment, to the point that even the most famous figures, such as the Golden Buddha or Garp the Hero, had to spend their time dealing with small-time pirates across the sea. You could argue that it was a perfect time to attack them while they were so busy, but it was exactly BECAUSE they were struggling so much that attacking them was a bad idea. The prestige of the admirals was what currently maintained the Marines, and attacking and succeeding in killing one of them was tantamount to declaring war on them.
Which they could not win. They were one of the 5 mafia families of West Blue, but it did not compare to the Marine's sheer might.
"Nevertheless, if they meddle too much, we will target a vice admiral or a rear admiral. It will send a message and paint a smaller target on us."
He finished his tea.
"Well, that or they will worry so much they will try to attack us." If that happens, we go after their admirals. If we get more weapons like these, we will be able to unify the 5 families and maybe even make the whole west blue our territory."
His statement clearly pleased everyone present. There was only one figure who did not seem to care about the chance for power.
'That thug really is a strange figure... I wonder how he will go on about that ambition of his.'
The people were leaving the room. His son stayed along with only a handful of advisors, and a few servants came up to give them a refill. The thug had a wide grin on his face while leaving and looked like he was going to burst into laughter any moment.
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'Well, I suppose some men just want to see the world burn.'
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Inside the marine base, the noise of clashing wood could be heard. A little girl was thrown back and landed on her behind as the Marine in front of her laughed out loud with his friends.
"What the hell, dude? She nearly beat you!"
The statement brought more laughter, and the Marine she had just sparred with laughed alongside them.
"Yea, I never knew fighting someone with a spear was so much trouble!"
That girl's quick on her feet!"
The girl in question was already standing again and pouted.
"No fair! Again!"
The Marine in front of her laughed in a good-natured fashion before dropping his wooden sword.
"Sorry, Emi, you can train with the other fatasses in the back. God knows they need your instruction."
"Ohh? Running away from a little girl? That's cowardly, Morris!"
"As if! I was told to go meet the first of our giant guests again. The Commodore hopes to get Fujitora and Ainz to meet, and I'm supposed to be the middleman because no one else has the balls to talk to them!"
Emi clearly perked up at hearing about her friend.
The other Marines laughed.
"Hooh, I thought you were going to see your dearest Missus again!"
That had its effect. Morris turned into a stuttering mess and proceeded to trip over his training sword as he left the training grounds. Laughter followed him out of the room before hearing the "thwack" of what was most likely Emi's wooden spear being countered by someone's sword.
He sighed. Ever since his weakness had been uncovered, he seemed unable to win any arguments with his friends and colleagues.
Entering his barracks, he changed out of his training clothes and put on his standard uniform. He was going to head out to find Fujitora, and there were several places he was sure to be found at. If he was not at any of these places, then he was at his inn.
He had stayed at the Marine quarters for a while, but having noticed how hard they were trying to get him to join, he had decided to move to an inn to get a little bit of space for himself.
Morris understood that, but orders were orders. So while trying to recruit the man, he also just tried to be nice and spend time playing cards or drinking with him. He might've never shaken off the nervosity, but he wasn't scared for his life anymore.
Speaking of worrying for his life, a gigantic figure entered the base the moment he was leaving. Ainz had made it a point to leave every day to walk around the city, making it a point to stop at establishments and sit down in private booths.
He still remembered thinking he had pissed off the guy when talking about his Devil Fruit power, and he also remembered thinking the guy would be less troublesome than Fujitora when it came to strength.
Until he created a fucking black hole. He had been in his barracks and had seen it after the alarm had been sounded. He did not think the guy would be a match for Fujitora. But he was powerful nevertheless.
Luckily for Morris, he did not seem like the kind of guy to hold grudges.
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It took him around 30 minutes to find Fujitora. He only had to search the places in which people assembled to gamble and place bets and found him at the second place. He seemed to be currently taking a break, sporting a happy expression.
Fujitora turned around, somehow having noticed Morris's arrival, and gave him a wave. Approaching him, he mentally compared their size difference and tried to guess which of the two giants was bigger.
"Ohh, hello Morris. Not taking a break from work, I see."
Fujitora's deep voice was accusatory in a playful way. Morris smiled and answered.
"I sometimes wonder if you can really call this work. I mean, I get to drink while doing this."
Fujitora laughed a bit.
"Would you mind buying me a drink then?" I seem to be on a losing streak today. Perhaps I will have to go catch some pirates if I want to recover some money."
Morris wryly shook his head before ordering a bit of sake for the both of them.
"Well, you know what i'm paid to answer you when you mention such things."
"Tohahahahaha. If I keep losing like this, I might not have a choice in the matter anymore."
He raised his eyebrow at that.
"You're going to keep playing after losing everything?"
"Young men like you will learn this one day. You have to risk it in order to win it."
That sounded reckless, if not downright stupid. He couldn't help laughing.
"Well, it looks like my job may go quite smoothly then."
Fujitora smiled at that. Their drinks were brought in that moment, and Morris was once more impressed by how Fujitora turned around and took both drinks without spilling them despite his blindness.
Fujitora handed him his drink and immediately took a sip.
"Say, Fujitora..."
"You know you can just call me Issho at this point. You've been pestering me for so long, we're past the acquaintance status now."
Morris tried to ask a question but was immediately interrupted by Issho.
He reformulated his question.
"Issho then. I always wanted to ask about your blindness. I know you blinded yourself, but how do you get around so easily? Does it not hold you back?"
He knew most people would consider this an insensitive question, but having talked to Issho for a while now, he knew the story behind his blindness, and he also knew that the man in question was not that sensitive to that topic.
Nevertheless, he seemed a bit surprised at the question.
"Rather direct today, aren't you?"
He put down his cup.
"Tell me, do you know about Haki?"
Morris had heard whispers about it. He knew that whatever it was, it was rare anywhere beyond the New World and the second half of the Grand Line. He did not know the details about it, however, so he simply shook his head.
Issho smiled.
"But you heard about it, didn't you?"
Well, listen carefully. There are several types of Haki. Observation Haki, Armament Haki, and Conqueror's Haki.
All of these are born out of willpower and training. In theory, anyone could have Observation and Armament Haki, depending on their talent and training. Conqueror's Haki is a bit different. It is something you are born with.
Armament Haki grants one the ability to harden your body and strengthen your own attacks. You can even attack Logia users with it."
He paused, seeing that Morris was already overwhelmed by that information.
"Then why are there no instructors teaching us Haki?"
Fujitora answered.
"Because it is difficult. Not anyone can just learn Haki in a few months. Everyone's Haki is unique to themselves. The people who are truly proficient with it are few, and pirates seem to have an easier time learning haki than the Marines.
It is reliant on willpower after all, and a pirate's selfishness is a willpower of its own."
Morris nodded at that, silently thinking that he would still try to learn it. Seeing that, Fujitora continued.
"The second type of Haki is observation Haki. It is the one I rely on. It allows you to be aware of your surroundings. I can sense my surroundings with it.
However, Haki has smaller quirks that can awaken with enough training.
It is said that some can awaken something called "future sight." Their Haki has grown so powerful, they are capable of knowing what will happen before it happens. The only way to stop that is to use a powerful Haki of your own. Dark King Rayleigh of the Roger Pirates was said to have it."
That sounded unbelievable to Morris. At the same time, he did not believe Issho to be lying to him.
"Do you have it?" Future sight, I mean?"
Issho laughed at that.
"No, I don't. My Observation Haki has improved tremendously since I blinded myself, but as I said, Haki is very difficult to train. It often develops on its own, and you cannot simply choose your abilities IF you are lucky enough to get them.
But I have something else. It is not very powerful yet, but it will grow. Recently, I have been able to sense the aura of people. Their emotions. Very useful while gambling. Breaks right through their poker faces."
Morris's eyes widened at that.
Issho laughed again.
"The sheer nervousness I sensed from you when we first talked really was something else."
"I... uhh..."
Morris started stuttering before biting back.
"Have you seen yourself?" YOU'd be nervous meeting yourself!"
Issho gave him a wry smile.
"It doesn't help that I met another guy similar to you a few days ago..."
He perked up at that.
"Really? I heard about the incident with the Pollo pirates. Is that person strong?"
"He goes by the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. Another absolute giant of a man. I'm pretty sure he's even taller than you. And definitely larger. If you are built like a fridge, then he is built like two."
Issho raised his eyebrow. "It's not a competition, you know?"
Morris leaned forward. "You really want to tell me you are not feeling even a little bit competitive about it? Another absolute unit appearing here?"
He leaned back in his seat. "Well, he is certainly more secretive than you. He calls himself a merchant and has a strange devil fruit to boot. The commodore apparently bought some stuff of his and blew up part of the training grounds with it. Had a huge fire to be extinguished."
Issho couldn't deny his curiosity.
"What devil fruit does he have?"
Morris grinned. "The Mise Mise no Mi. It gives him the ability to store things wherever and whenever he wants. He can simply pull weapons and stuff out of a weird black hole. There was also an incident in which he created a gigantic black hole in the sky. Someone sounded the alarm, and we had to calm down a few civilians who noticed as well. I heard the commodore stayed up quite a while to write an apology and report what happened."
Issho pondered the whole topic. The devil fruit really seemed strange, but it was not uncommon for people to find strange applications of their power. He himself was capable of summoning meteors, which was a ridiculous power.
"Well, now I am curious. He seems rather strong. You said he was a merchant?"
"He calls himself one. But he can obviously fight. Given his size, he might not even need a weapon. I thought I angered him at some point, and I honestly thought I was going to die. But, well, he is honestly pretty nice. He spends a lot of time with the villagers' kids who had been kidnapped by the pirates and just seems like a decent guy. Seems to dislike pirates as well. Honestly, you two might just get along."
Issho was very interested. He was aware of why he was being told this much information; Morris was trying to get them to meet and bond over their disdain for piracy and hopefully join the Marines together. Maybe even get them to compete a little bit.
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Well, it had worked. He really was curious about this Ainz Ooal Gown now. Maybe he'd visit the base again soon.
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The man himself had already returned from his walk and was currently theorizing and thinking about [Perfect Warrior].
The spell allowed him to convert his levels into warrior levels. That meant he could temporarily become a level 100 warrior for close-range battles. It granted him an incredible amount of physical strength and skill. In the same way that he could instinctually use his magic, Perfect Warrior allowed him to instinctually use any weapon.
The problem was the level distribution. He could use any weapon because "warrior" was a basic job class. But without samurai classes, he wouldn't be able to reach higher mastery with a katana. The same rule applies with several weapons. He was "good" with all of them, but not much more than that.
So beyond the stupid amount of strength he received, he wanted to see if it was possible to assign specific job classes to his [Perfect Warrior] spell.
Honestly, he was just curious. The fact that he had an innate knowledge about those things made him want to push the boundaries a little bit. The rules of the world and those of Yggdrasil's had seemingly merged around him, so he was trying to figure out the details.
Even if he couldn't change the classes, having 100 levels worth of warrior meant incredibly high base stats. Combine that with strong armor, items, and weapons, and he'd be a monster in close range.
But if he could manage, then he would have access to the special skills that were exclusive to these job classes. It would be another powerful addition to his arsenal.
So he just holed up in his room and kept trying to get his magic to change the spell.
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Well, hello there. Another chapter done. I don't know what you think of this. I'd like your opinion on the Perfect Warrior stuff. Currently, I imagine his Perfect Warrior spell to turn him into a superskeleton.
Basically super strong and very fast with decent skill. If you remember the Jaldabaoth vs. Momon fight, I mean this kind of skill, but A LOT faster and A LOT stronger.
This is an OP Ainz FF, and given the monsters like Garp, Kaido, and Big Mom, he needs to contend with them. Basically, I want him to measure up to Garp in close range. But less skilled and less experienced. (He can't use magic while using that spell.)
You might think that this is too much physical power, but don't forget that the One Piece world is just built differently.
I also want to clarify this. The laws of Yggdrasil and One Piece merged.
That means that magic is basically like a mutated Haki. The people will recognize it as Haki, but it will feel off. You could say it will remind them of Haki.
But he has the ring of non-detection. That means that you can't pinpoint him using normal Observation Haki. For someone like Fujitora, he simply wouldn't see him. He would, however, see the spells. The spells are not affected by the ring, so he would see strange Haki flying at him.
So now, apply that rule for Perfect Warrior.
His entire body will basically become what could be Armament Haki.
This is how I rationalized Armament Haki.
In One Piece, Armament Haki works like an armor you create around your limbs/body. When your skill grows, you can isolate specific muscle groups and basically become better at focusing your Haki. But I don't think anyone is skilled enough to fully cover themselves.
They also struggle to protect their internal organs. Only very few people would be capable of doing that, which is not a problem for Ainz given his obvious lack of it.
Tell me what you think about this whole thing.
I personally think it's a good idea. I'm against pointlessly nerfing characters, so his instant death magic is going to work but CAN be stopped by Conqueror's Haki.
But what are they going to do against Grasp Heart? Nothing. They might not die to that, but what if it's spammed?
So I need to buff other kinds of magic because I want to avoid him killing off characters due to his specializations.
You get the gist of it. I want him strong in melee and with cool spells that aren't one-hit kills.