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Before one girl and another even younger one stood a figure in pure plate armor brandishing a sword.

The Knights blade swung, sparkling in the sunlight as if to say that ending their lives would be a mercy.

The girl closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she readied herself for the end as she held her little sister closely. She never asked for this, she didn't understand why any of this was happening. She wished that she was strong, that way she could protect her sister.

The blade came down-

...the pain didn't come.

She opened her eyes and saw that the blade had stopped mid-swing. Her gaze shifted to the man holding the sword. The man was frozen in place, his gaze was focused to something off to her side. The girl to follow his line of sight…

...and saw despair.

It was darkness. A patch of raven black darkness, it looked thin yet so deep that she wondered if it went on forever. It was like half of an oval had risen up out of the ground. It was a strange sight that made her feel extremely uneasy.

'A door' She thought as she gazed upon it.

A heartbeat later she was proven correct as a figure emerged from the darkness of that door. When she saw what emerged from that darkness all energy left her body.

Death had arrived.

She remembered stories from her parents as well as sermons told by clerics and priests who would travel through their village occasionally in order to preach to villages without a dedicated church. Stories about Gods, demons, and other religious mumbo-jumbo that she never paid much attention to.

Yet despite her lack of theological knowledge, she knew that what stood before her was the God of Death. He looked like a demon from heaven or an angel from hell. Beautiful and intricate armor covered the beings body, robes that appeared to be made of the finest materials flowed majestically from his frame. The robes were interwoven with the armor perfectly giving him the appearance of a divine being. His head was covered in a dark hood and his face was masked in shadow. In his hands, he clutched a large scythe, but this wasn't a scythe that one would find a peasant working a field holding during harvest season, it was a majestic work of art that seemed to be the embodiment of all the worlds beauty. It was made out of a dark metal that seemed to glow with energy, numerous gems adorned it from top to bottom, one could be forgiven for mistaking it for a staff or royal scepter that a king would hold.

However, the thing that amazed her the most was what was behind him, or rather what was attached to him. Two wings sprouted from his back, they appeared to be made out of blue light mixed with a gray smoke-like substance that twisted around them.

'An angel...' She thought she had heard of angels. Numerous religions of the world claimed they were servants of the Gods made manifest, however, the one before her didn't match the descriptions she had heard, and she got the feeling that the being before her served no one.

The angel's wings flapped which instantly froze the air, despite it being the middle of summer the air was as cold as it would be in the heart of winter, ice clenched every heart and she felt herself shiver and she could feel her little sister shaking in her arms. She turned to the knights and saw that they were as scared as she was. Both of them were shaking, whether it was from the frigid air or fear she couldn't tell.

The dark angel lifted an armored hand towards the first soldier, the one who had been planning to end her life not moments ago. The pointed tips of its armored hand glowed with blue light as a grey smoke like substance gathered around it.

"Drain Soul."

The knight let out an unearthly wail as a blue smoke like substance escaped from his mouth and eyes. The substance flowed from the knight's body and towards the angel's hand and much to her horror she saw that the smoke had a human shape as it flew across the ground towards Death. While the knight's body crumbled to the ground the wailing form of his soul grasped with spectral hands as it tried to avoid being drawn towards Death. It was a futile effort and she watched as the soul of the man went into Deaths free hand where it formed into a black gem which was the size of a coin which the angel grasped between its armored fingers.

The sight of a man's soul being drained from his body was too much for her to bear. She closed her eyes and covered her sister's ears and waited for the end to come. If her opponent had been human she might have run, but in this situation, she gave up hope of escaping. Her little sister clung tightly to her waist, shaking with fear. As much as she wished that she could save her she couldn't, she cursed herself for her weakness and prayed that their deaths would be swift and painless.

But death never came.

After getting a bonus from his job Suzuki Satoru had decided to buy the latest in gaming technology, a virtual console that allowed him to play the latest games available as well as function as a wonderful all-around game system. The first game he got was Yggdrasil since it had been released a little over half a year ago it had taken Japan and a great deal of the world by storm. The game was also free to play which meant he didn't have to use up any more of his money after making such an expensive purchase. After logging in he created his first character, a skeletal mage which hen named Momonga.

It had been a week since he started playing the game and his experience within it wasn't so great.

"Screw this game!" Momonga yelled fled through the woods as the sound of his pursuers echoed behind him. He checked his remaining magic power and found he didn't even have enough to cast even tier one spells and his health points weren't any better, one more hit and his avatar would be dead.

Death is Yggdrasil was fairly common and constituted a loss of five player levels. This was not a big deal since it was easy to gain those levels back through doing quests or slaying beasts, the game was very generous with experience points. However, if a player was killed when they were below level five their character would disappear and revert back to level one ion the starting area. This was also wasn't a big deal since the developers of the game wanted people to feel free to experiment with different character builds until they found one that suited them. Its the reason why a person was only allowed one avatar, alts were forbidden in Yggdrasil.

Momonga wouldn't have minded this so much, but since he had downloaded the game he'd been forced to remake his character over a dozen times. There was no penalty for killing heteromorphic players and some job classes actually required the slaying of heteromorphic players in order to level them up. As a result, he had been endlessly hunted and griefed by numerous players who played the games humanoid and demi-human races.

Momonga didn't want to have to go through the trouble of remaking his character again and redoubled his efforts to flee from the players hunting him. Sadly his effort proved useless as he was struck in the back by a spell and he felt his avatar stiffen as he fell to the ground, unable to move. 'Dammit! Must be some sort of paralysis spell.' He thought angrily as he prepared for the worst. Usually undead were resistant to paralysis as a racial trait. Sadly he was so low level that his racial traits didn't mean anything against a high-level players spells since they could overcome his racial resistance due to the sheer power gap.

Momonga could see himself surrounded by numerous humanoid players. Yggdrasil didn't allow much in terms of facial animations due to the difficulty that having real-time facial expressions would be for so many different races. Despite this, he could see the smug looks of the enemy players despite only being able to see their avatars.

"What an easy encounter." One of the enemy players said jovially as they surrounded his paralyzed form.

'No shit it was easy, you decided to PK me in a starting zone.' Momonga thought angrily, however, he decided not to voice his anger. His complaints and ranting only ever made these type of players happy. They lived off trolling people and getting a rise out of their opponents. He refused to give them the satisfaction of letting them know how angry he was.

"Ha this is perfect, just two more xp and I get to level up." One of the enemy players stated happily, he was a warrior judging by his armor and battleaxe.

"Then quit goofing around and kill him already."

"Damn inhuman."

"I'm going to fix your mug." The warrior with the axe declared as he raised his weapon, ready to deliver the blow that would finish Momonga off.

Before the finishing blow could be dealt there was a rustling in the bushes nearby followed by the sound of someone entering the clearing.

"Rend of the Old Gods!"

Before the humanoid players could even turn around they all froze in place and Momonga could only watch as their health bars went down to zero after only one attack. With their health bars drained they all disappeared, the only proof that they had been there was the loot they left behind where each one once stood. Whenever a player died in Yggdrasil they would drop one random item from their equipped gear, seeing the gear on the ground was proof that his enemies had been vanquished.

"How?" Momonga asked as he stood up, the paralysis spell was gone now thanks to the person who used it dying.

"That would be me."

Momonga turned to the voice and saw a heteromorph such as himself. He was certainly different from Momonga in appearance. While Momonga's character was a skeletal mage his rescuer was an eldritch type creature. He had a humanoid appearance but his head resembled that of a squid. He had cloudy white pupiless eyes, and tentacles danging from what Momonga assumed was his mouth. The eldritch creature's skin also appeared with purple blotches midst a pale ghostly white color, his hands also consisted of four long fingers with webbing between each digit.

"Why would you save me?" Momonga asked as he looked at his benefactor.

"Saving someone who is in trouble is common sense...is what my clan leader would say." the squid-like player said as he shifted from a dramatic heroic voice to a more neutral one. "Truthfully I saw that you had them all distracted so I was fairly sure I could one shot those guys and get some loot out of the deal. My names Tabula Sparagdina by the way, but you can just call me Tabula."

"Well thanks for saving me." Momonga replied thankfully as he walked over to where Tabula was collecting the items that his opponents had dropped. "My name is Momonga."

"No problem, we heteromorph's have to stick together. These damn humanoid players go way too far in killing us. I know pvp is part of the game but its getting kind of ridiculous." He replied with a shrug. "Since your playing a heteromorph you should join my clan. Nines Own Goal is made up of heteromorph's and we could always use more members. If we stick together it makes it harder for assholes like these guys to gank us."

To Momonga who had been playing this game solo since he downloaded it that sounded wonderful, he had only one concern regarding the setup."That's really generous of you, but I'm only level three. I've been killed so many times in the last week I've had to remake this character a dozen times. Heck, the highest level I have ever gotten to is level thirty-two."

Tabula waved his webbed hand dismissively. "Leveling is super easy in this game as long as people aren't out hunting you. I and my friends can just power level you by taking you into a higher level zone." He rubbed one of his face tentacles with his webbed hand in a way that made Momonga assume he was thinking. "Although...with you choosing a skeletal undead as your race I assume your doing for a dps instant-death build with your character?"

"Actually I just want to summon tons of badass minions." Momonga replied. "Necromancers have the coolest summons so I figure I would roll skeletal necromancer since my undead racial abilities allow for the summoning of undead at no cost to my mp. My main goal is to get the Overlord racial class."

Tabula shook his head. "That is true but its hardly an optimized build. Technically undead make the best characters for front-line pvp or instant-death magic. The Overlord racial class is actually meant to be a build-up to the eclipse class which allows for super tier spells that allow instant-death magic to be effective against enemies that are immune to instant-death magic."

"Damn..." Momonga muttered angrily. "I did so much research on making my dream build...now I have to start from scratch." He knew that trusting the internet was a bad thing when it came to Yggdrasil. In Yggdrasil information on the game itself was considered a valuable commodity due to the fact the guide that came with the game only explained the game controls and how to get started. Beyond that the developers told the players nothing, the developers instead told the players to figure it out themselves. Yggdrasil was a game about exploring the unknown in every aspect whether it be the world map or game mechanics.

The mystery and lack of information about the game led to knowledge becoming one of the games biggest commodities. Guilds would pay each other vast sums of gold and items in exchange for information on classes, dungeons, and everything else under the sun. Knowledge was so prized that when some websites began spreading information about the game numerous people began spreading misinformation on purpose to counteract it. This misinformation was so widespread that most of what was online about the game was untrustworthy. Momonga thought he had found some good information for his dream build but he was wrong, he had simply been misled like most other people who tried to use the internet to get ahead in this game.

"Well, what type of character do you want to be?" Tabula spoke up, breaking Momonga away from his thoughts. "If you wanted to be an Overlord with a focus on summoning creatures you would have to invest a decent amount of your job skills into role-playing classes that are cool but don't do much in terms of gameplay."

"Well...I just want to roleplay as a necromancer type character." Momonga replied. "It sucks if I have to waste skills in order to make that a reality."

"I know several character builds you could use." Tabula said. "If you have your heart set on a character build that looks cool and can summon numerous minions I know several that can do all those things and is a top-tier class for serious gameplay."

It was a nice thought but Momonga was confused by something. "That's nice of you...but what do you gain out of it? Information isn't free in Yggdrasil."

"You're right about that." Tabula replied matter-of-factly "I wouldn't give this information freely to a stranger...if you were a member of my clan on the other hand..." He trailed off gesturing to the nameplate above his avatars head which displayed his clan's name proudly. "I would freely give out this information to assist a fellow clan member since his strength would strengthen the clan."

Momonga had a message appear before him, his gaze drifted down to it in his messages tab.

Tabula Sparagdina has invited you to join 'Nines Own Goal'. Will you accept? Y/N

Momonga looked up at Tabula, although Yggdrasil didn't allow for characters faces to display player emotion he could see the hopeful look on Tabula's face.

Momonga clicked the accept button and he joined Nines Own goal. A message screen came up for guild chat and he was bombarded with messages from numerous players from within the guild.

Welcome!

Welcome to the clan!

Whale cum!

Grow up Nishilkienri! Sorry about his immaturity, welcome to the clan Momonga.

Momonga felt a little nervous being dumped into a clan all of a sudden but he felt happy to finally find some friendly players.

'Thanks for the warm welcome, I hope we can play together soon.' Momonga responded in the guild chat, before turning to Tabula. "Thanks for inviting me Tabula...why is your clan called nines own goal?"

"When the clan was first assembled we were only nine people strong, with your recruitment that makes us fifteen people strong. We might have to change the name soon..."

"Well if the clan grows big enough you can make it into an official guild." Momonga replied. "Still we've gotten off topic, you were saying you could help me out."

"Well I've been playing this game since the day it launched," Tabula said proudly, Yggdrasil had come out six months earlier which meant Tabula had a decent amount of experience. "This is also the eighth character I've made. It took forever to find a powerful character build that allowed me to put job points into a crafting class without affecting my overall build so I have some experience. So tell me what you really want out of a character and I can help you out."

"Like I said I want to be a necromancer who can control tons of minions while looking cool while doing it."

"Is that all?"

"That's all I want out of a character...is that a bad thing?" Momonga asked, genuinely confused. "I just like the idea of controlling cool minions. Undead are the coolest minions in the game, maybe throw in some other summons, also I want to be a spellcaster with a lot of spells. While I would like to be a warrior my reflexes aren't that great so magic should be my main focus."

"Do you care about what role you want to be? Do you want to be a dps, Tank, healer, support, or a wildcard built for versatility?"

"I'm not really picky, I do want to be a spellcaster which would rule out tank. I wouldn't mind being a dps or wildcard."

"You are being rather vague but I think I know a character build that would suit you." Tabula responded thoughtfully. "Technically speaking for a cool roleplay build your best bet would be to reroll as a humanoid race since they can invest all one hundred of their class levels into job classes. However, I'm guessing that since you rolled as a heteromorph humanoids aren't really your thing."

"Yeah I don't like playing humanoid classes, it's so boring." Momonga replied. "I get to be a human in real life, this is a fantasy world with a nearly infinite number of races to play. While I don't want to disparage anyone I can't help but find people who play humanoids to be rather...boring. Especially in a game that lets you be basically anything."

"Hmm I see...I have an idea for the perfect character build for you." Tabula paused thoughtfully as if considering his next words. "Its one that's powerful, easily in the top tier of character builds in the game. It allows you huge versatility in any situation, good dps, amazing support buffs, and all the summoning and necromancy you could want."

"So what's the catch?" Momonga asked curiously, this all sounded way to good to be true. "Also how do you know about this stuff anyway? In this game information is valuable, hard to believe you know about a bunch of powerful character builds just laying around."

"Well, I know all this because one of my best friends in real life is in Seraphim."

"Really?!" If the game allowed detailed facial expressions Momonga's skeletal jaw would have fallen off and hit the floor. Seraphim was the number one YGGDRASIL guild worldwide. It had cleared more dungeons, were the first guild to discover a world item and had the most success in the game compared to any other guild.

Yup." Tabula nodded. "He's been trying to get me to join but they only recruit people who play angels and I love my current eldritch character. I can't bring myself to reroll as an angel just to be in a top guild...you, on the other hand, would be perfect for an angel character build given what you want."

"Angels?" Momonga knew angels were a playable race in the game, they had numerous varieties and racial classes since they were considered a heteromorphic race despite their semi-humanoid and non-evil appearance.

"Angels have some of the most overpowered racial abilities in the game and allow huge versatility in developing their characters. The reason Seraphim only recruits angels is that they allow such strong player characters and have the versatility to fill out every job role efficiently." Tabula explained. "My friend keeps wanting me to join and sends me numerous information about character builds in the hope that Ill reroll as an angel and join his guild. Some of these builds would be perfect for you...although the quests and other things you have to do to unlock a lot of these race and job classes are difficult, I'm certain our clan will help you out."

"That sounds great but I don't know if I want to play an angel...I kind of like being dark and cool characters."

"That's not a problem, There are many different types of angels." Tabula replied. "There are angels of justice, hope, valor, mercy and...death."

Suzuki Satoru let out a sad sigh as he entered his apartment. As he listened to the electronic door slide closed behind him before it automatically locked itself he hung his breathing mask, goggles and coat on a nearby rack. He slid off his shoes and let out a sigh as he took off his socks and allowed his feet to touch the floor beneath him.

"The work week is done at last...only for me to have to face something even harder than work." He muttered as he looked around his apartment. He had moved to a new apartment a few years ago after getting a promotion at work. His new apartment was about the size of his old one, only it was in a better neighborhood and its utilities worked. Technically he could afford to live in a much more upper-class place but he didn't feel the need to. He had always been thrifty and spending money on a better home seemed like a waste.

His first instinct was to go to his video game console and log in to Yggdrasil. For years he would run home from work and log in immediately in order to get a head start on things.

Those days were now over.

"Twelve years...has it really been that long?" He asked himself as he walked down the hallway to his kitchen. It had been twelve years since he had first logged into Yggdrasil. They were some of the best years of his life. Since his fateful meeting with Tabula, his time in the game had been the greatest thing ever to the point where he preferred the game to reality. In those years Nines Own Goal was turned into a proper guild called Ainz Ooal Gown which Satoru was the leader of. They had conquered dungeons, killed world bosses, and created a home of their own called the Great Tomb of Nazerick.

However, the game had been bleeding subscribers for years and the developers could no longer make a profit running the servers. Numerous other games with more advanced systems had sprung up that made Yggdrasil look like a relic even with all the expansion packs the game had.

Tonight would be the last night that the servers would be online.

"Hopefully they will show up." Satoru muttered as he approached his fridge and opened up the door. He grabbed his dinner and laid it out on his small dining table. His meal would be a packaged steak flavored gel in a tube, it had very little nutritional value or taste but it was filling. He stuck a straw into his meal and gulped it all down, ignoring the horrible taste. On his salary, he could afford actual food but he saw it as pointless since food, no matter how good all became shit in the end.

After filling up on his steak flavored gel dinner he popped several vitamin pills that would take care of his bodies nutritional needs and downed it with a bottle of health drink. After cleaning up his meal he went to his bathroom and took a quick steam bath before putting on a comfortable set of clothes and heading over to his living room where his pride and joy was.

It was his computer console that functioned as an all in one home entertainment system. A black frame about 100 centimeters wide rested upon a stand of some sort. In front of that was a comfortable-looking, high-class chair, complete with a footrest. On the side was a remote control and power cables, resting on a wheeled, two-layered table.

He sat on the chair and got comfortable, his computer area was fairly sparse to the point one would think a robot relaxed here. The only testament to his humanity was a framed photo showing a happy couple holding a baby.

He picked up a black power cable, which was connected to a wall outlet near his computer rig and removed the protective plastic covering on one end of the plug, revealing a plug that was roughly three centimeters across. A silver gleam blended with the liquid glittering of the slippery protective fluid.

He held the cable in one hand and lifted up the hair on the back of his neck with the other. The subdued glint there came from the man-made object embedded in the nape of his neck. With practiced ease, he opened the roughly-three-centimeter cover on the back of his neck. The sliding motion exposed the socket hidden beneath it.

He pressed the plug home, without any hesitation.

"Ohh…that's the stuff..." He muttered to himself pleasantly, he could feel light moving through his body, as though his blood vessels were filled with radiance.

The room had not changed, but his field of vision was different now.

Several windows popped up within his line of sight, showing him the information flowing into the processor within his brain.

He began operating the CPU.

Someone from an earlier age might look askance at the strange gestures he was performing in empty space. However, his cranial CPU read the weak electrical impulses of his synapses — in other words, it was thought-controlled — and converted it into data. His thoughts reached his supercomputer through the medium of the cable and turned on the television. The power came on, and a screen appeared in the black frame.

He decided to do a quick glance over the news before getting down to his important business.

"-The third European Arcology War has come to an end with the Neo-Nazis being defeated at-"

"-Record growth in stock prices for both Weyland Corp and the Yutani corporation as both corporations plan their big merger. Expected stock prices are projected to be over five in a half billion yen per share. Furthermore-"

'The United North American States have finally stabilized after the tragic second American civil war of 2096 and-"

"Same old crappy news." Satoru muttered as he finished skimming the news stories. Usually, he would have logged into Yggdrasil immediately but since the servers would be shutting down tonight he almost didn't want to, he couldn't bear the thought of it all coming to an end.

In truth, he hadn't had much fun in the game in the last few years. About four years ago guild members started leaving the game. Real life had taken priority and Ainz Ooal Gown began losing members at a fast rate until he was the last active player in the game. Satoru spent the last two years in full carry mode, logging in and farming monsters all night before depositing his earnings into the treasury and logging off.

There was a time Ainz Ooal Gown was the seventh top rated guild in all of Yggdrasil, an amazing accomplishment considering they only had forty-one members when most other guilds averaged a hundred members. Their place in the rankings dropped to thirty seconds at one point but thanks to his farming they managed to maintain seventeenth worldwide.

Despite the lack of fun in farming to keep the guild upkeep costs in check, he kept at it for those years in hopes his friends would return, the upkeep of the guild was the guild masters responsibility after all. But with the game ending that would also end as well.

"At least I get to see them one last time." He said as he picked up the gaming helmet that would allow him to enter Yggdrasil. He had sent out numerous emails to all his guild members in hopes of getting some of them to log on.

Out of forty-one members, he only got around a dozen positive replies.

Despite only a quarter of his guildmates deciding to show up he considered it an accomplishment. He chalked up so many positive replies to his keeping up communications with them in real life. His new job was located near where several of his guildmates lived so it would be awkward if they didn't show up. Despite having several guild meetups in real life it was more pleasant to visit them in game.

"It will be good to see them in Yggdrasil one last time." he operated the console window floating near his hand. He opened several new windows nearby, then brought one of them near his hand and touched it.

The window he touched had the word Yggdrasil on it.

—The world changed.

His cerebral nanomachines began their computations, disrupting his field of vision and taking control of his voluntary nervous system, and everything changed.

An empty void extended in all directions — no, there were things sparkling in the darkness like stars — like space. Among them floated a gigantic tree that seemed to encompass everything.

Part of his visual field flickered, and if he tilted his head to the side, he could see something.

It was a monster.

Or rather it was his avatar in the game. The embodiment of the collective efforts of himself and his friends. His other self which he was familiar with on a personal level since he spent as much of his free time as possible as the being before him.

It was a tall figure in the shape of a humanoid. Black armor encased its body with numerous golden designs mixed into the armor. Robes flowed from the armored figure as well giving it the look of an armored caster. The figure had a rich black cloth hood that hid the figures face, the only discernible feature of the being's face were two glowing blue eyes that shone beneath the hood. The most striking feature of the figure were the two wings that stuck out of its back which appeared to be made out of blue magical energy while wisps of grey smoke encircled them.

One would think the figure before them was some kind of armored human battle mage, yet it was a heteromorph known as an angel. Despite is humanoid appearance angels were classified as heteromorphs due to the numerous forms they could take. Satoru decided to make his more humanoid since armor looked good on him in his humanoid form. However if one truly wanted they could have angels with lions heads, numerous wings, or even angels that looked like little cupids.

While Satoru took pride in his avatar he knew that most of the credit went to his guildmates since they helped him unlock numerous racial and job classes that allowed his in-game character to be in the top tier of player characters. In a way, his character was just another thing that the collective efforts of the guild had created.

That didn't stop some of his guildmates from making fun of him at times for his choice in avatar. Some even calling him an edgelord, a funny insult coming from members of a guild that loved roleplaying as the bad guys.

Satoru looked over his avatar with a sad smile. It would be the last time he would be his character. He reached out and touched his avatar. And his vision was distorted as he logged into the game.

"Let's have fun one last time...old friend."

In the center of the room, a gigantic circular table shone with an obsidian gleam. Around it were forty-one magnificent seats made of the same material as the table.

Most of them, however, were empty.

There was a time where all the seats had been filled, but now at the end of the game world known as Yggdrasil only three people were seated.

One was an angelic being in black armor- the avatar of Suzuki Satoru which he named Momnga.

Another was a humanoid goat figure who wore the simple black robes of a caster. This was the guilds top burst dps member Ulbert Alain Odle.

The other was a figure clad in simple white armor, this was a player known as Touch Me who was among the top warriors in the entire game.

"Here we are at the end of all things." Ulbert stated in a dramatic fashion as he looked at Momonga and then his gaze shifted to Touch Me. "Although I could do without you being here."

"Pleasant as ever I see." Touch Me replied evenly, not rising up to Ulbert's insult. "This is why you still aren't married."

"Not all of us can afford a huge house and riches to attract a mate like you rich boy!" Ulbert replied angrily. "I can't buy myself a wife like you, I have to rely on actual charm."

"In that case, you'll be single forever. Also, my wife is my high school sweetheart, she isn't some gold digger like you seem to be implying."

"You just proved my point." Ulbert replied as he pointed dramatically at Touch Me. "Not all of us have rich parents who can send us to High School. My parents could only afford an elementary education for me. Same goes for Momonga, unlike you we had to work hard you pampered little-"

"Enough." Momonga said as he rubbed his head with his hands to stall the headache he could feel his real body getting. "This is the first time either of you has logged on in years and this is how you act, cant you two try to get along for once..."

Both figures bowed their heads.

"Sorry Momonga."

"Yeah sorry..."

"Its fine," Momonga replied as he looked at his two friends. "I'm amazed you two managed to show up, I know you're both busy."

"I can only stay for a little while." Touch Me responded sadly. "I have to read my youngest daughter a bedtime story before I send her to bed."

"I can't stay long either." Ulbert said. "I have a big presentation tomorrow. If all goes well you will be looking at the regional manager for the Tokyo branch of Chigusa Bionational." His gaze shifted to Touch Me. "A post that I've earned through my own hard work by the way."

Wanting to avoid another fight Momonga decided to chip in. "Congratulations to the both of you. I see you've been accomplishing a great deal IRL. I've gotten a few promotions as well, nothing to phone home about but I'm doing better myself. I'm the head sales negotiator for my branch of the company."

"It is impressive given your...basic education." Touch Me said, trying his best to avoid insulting his friend's poor uprising and educational background. "I know its hard for people to advance in this world when they don't have the appropriate degrees...I apologize if I sound condescending..."

"Its fine, I only graduated from elementary school but I've been supplementing it with other learning avenues. I'm actually thinking of signing up for online courses now that Yggdrasil is coming to an end. I won't have to farm to keep Nazericks upkeep costs afloat."

"You really kept this place running for all these years..." Ulbert muttered as he gazed around the room. "I bet if I walked around the Tomb everything would be exactly as we left it wouldn't it?"

"I wanted it to be perfect in case you guys came back. Its a guild masters responsibility to take care of his guild." Momonga replied simply.

"I knew I made the right choice when I stepped down as a leader and nominated you to lead us." Touch Me stated proudly. "I'm sorry we never did come back. My youngest daughter had just been born and my wife needed my help to take care of her. If she caught me playing Yggdrasil back then she would never have let me hear the end of it."

"Yeah, sorry for leaving like I did." Ulbert said apologetically. "There was a huge reorganization at my company so I had to take advantage of the chaos to rise through the ranks. I couldn't find time to play Yggdrasil with all the late nights I was pulling."

"Its fine, you don't have to apologize." Momonga replied with a friendly wave of his armored hand. "I can't blame you all for choosing reality over a game. Maybe I was the fool...by the time I thought about recruiting new members most of you had left and I didn't feel comfortable inviting new people into the guild without majority approval. I even got a few guilds invites from other top end guilds but I couldn't bring myself to abandon this place that we all built together...its a shame that we won't ever get to play together in this world again after tonight."

"Maybe we can play again in Yggdrasil II." Ulbert replied. "If I get my new promotion Ill have plenty of free time, we could start anew."

"There hasn't been any an announcement for a Yggdrasil II." Momonga replied sadly. "Surely they developers would have announced it by now."

"Ulbert is right." Touch me said, agreeing with his guildmates statement. "This game was a huge success and pioneered the DMMORPG genre. They have made trillions of yen with this game. Companies exist to make money and they would be fools to not attempt to make a second Yggdrasil, and with the new technologies that have come out, it will no doubt be amazing. With most of my children leaving home and my youngest ready to begin her schooling I might have enough free time to come back to gaming."

"Never thought I'd hear you agree with me." Ulbert muttered as reached for his hat only to feel its absence on top of his goats head. "I keep forgetting I gave you all my old gear, I keep reaching to adjust a hat that isn't there."

"I left all of the gear you guys gave me in the treasury. I could go get it if you want." Momonga said hopefully. "It would only be fitting for your characters to leave with all of their equipment on when the servers shut down."

After each guild member quit the game they gifted Momonga with their equipment. He had placed them in the Treasury on specially made golems. The gear his friends were currently wearing was basic starter gear characters were given when no other gear was present on themselves or in their inventories.

"Thanks but I should probably leave." Ulbert said as he checked his in-game clock. "I need to wake up early and get ready for my big presentation."

"I need to leave as well." Touch Me said sadly. "My daughter needs to be put to bed and my wife will be livid if I don't log off soon. I swear that woman is scarier than any raid boss we were faced as a guild."

The three of them laughed and said their final goodbyes and soon Momonga was left alone once more as Ulbert and Touch me logged off.

Momonga let out a sad sigh as he looked at his in-game clock. It would be another five hours until server shutdown, other guild members had promised to meet him so he waited patiently.

It didn't take long before others showed up to talk to him.

Sadly the conversations he had with the following guildmates didn't last long. Momonga had hoped everyone would stick around and reminisce with him about the good old days but they were all tired and left shortly after logging in.

He spoke with Nishikienrai, Ankoro Mocchi Mochi, Punitto Moe, Warrior Takemikazuchi, Amanomahitotsu, Yamiako, Blue Planet, Peroroncino, and. Bukubukuchagama. Sadly the conversations that they had were short and to the point since they all had to go to bed.

It wasn't until Herohero and Tabula Smaragdina showed up that he had two people who would stick around and reminisce.

"Its been a really long time since I've seen you guys. I know you said you would try to show up but I didn't think you would find the time."

"For real, long time no see Momonga." Herohero replied, his voice sounded pretty lifeless as if he were a zombie. "Last time I was here was when I changed jobs IRL so...two years?"

"Around the same for me." Tabula replied sadly, his voice was slightly less lifeless but it was obvious the man behind the avatar was exhausted. "Ever since I started my own business I've been swamped."

"Sounds rough...you guys doing okay?"

"My health is pretty much in tatters, not doctor-visit level but pretty damn close. Some days I just want to run away from it all but the hard truth is that I gotta eat. Sometimes I even have to sleep at the office, I own two sleeping bags just for work."

"I run my business out of my home but I feel you man." Tabula replied. "Since I work at home it feels like I never truly leave work, its been killing me."

"Ouch." Momonga replied sadly.

"Sorry, Momonga." Herohero shook his head. "I know that I'm kind of killing the mood here but I can't really talk about this sort of stuff IRL."

"Same, sorry for being a buzzkill."

"Its fine, I'm just glad you two took time to visit despite your chaotic lives. Listening to your complaints is the least I can do." Momonga waved away their concerns happily.

"You always were a great listener." Tabula nodded towards Momonga. "Its probably why you were a great guild master. You were always willing to listen to everyone's problems and concerns and find the best way to resolve them."

Herohero nodded his agreement. "Tabulas right...you were the best guild master we could have asked for." He pulled up a menu in front of him to check the time. "It's getting late and I need to work tomorrow. I wish I could stay until the end but I'm practically falling asleep here."

Momonga did his best to hide his disappointment. "I'm glad I got to see you one last time." He offered sincerely, summoning a smiling emoticon above his avatars head.

"Later Herohero." Tabula added in a tired tone. "Hopefully we'll meet again somewhere."

"We'll meet again in Yggdrasil II!" Herohero declared confidently. "Until then I'll see ya around."

With that Herohero's avatar disappeared leaving Momonga and Tabula alone.

"And then there were two." Tabula muttered in a tired tone as he faced Momonga. "If you had asked me five years ago if our guild would end with just the two of us sitting in a meeting room I would have laughed."

"I know, it seems like only yesterday that we started this guild." He agreed. "I still remember the day we conquered the Great Tomb of Nazerick. It was the day Nines Own Goal was disbanded and we remade ourselves into Ainz Ooal Gown, my first act as guild master was to attempt to conquer a new dungeon."

"A risky gamble that paid off. We went from a clan renting a clan base to a guild with their own home base on par with any of the higher end ones in the entire game."

"Looking back I think that was the happiest day of my life." Momonga said as he brought up his in-game menu. Sorting through several screens he brought up a large picture in front of him. It was a picture that was taken after conquering the Great Tomb of Nazerick. It showed Momonga sitting on a throne surrounded by all his guildmates shortly after they had conquered the dungeon and been awarded their loot.

Since they conquered the dungeon on their first try without a wipe they were awarded a great deal of bonus loot and an additional 500 levels added to the dungeon for NPC construction. They had also been awarded a world item known as the Throne of Kings which Momonga was sitting in.

"It was pretty amazing, although you were being a child about everything after we conquered the dungeon. We had to basically force you to sit in the throne to take the picture and accept your reward."

Momonga shook his head at that memory. He had declined any of the loot or data crystals from their successful raid that day, he felt that as guild master he should force his guildmates to gear up before himself. Since he refused to take any loot his guildmates voted that he should be given use of the 500 bonus levels they had gained for Nazerick as his reward so he could create his own NPC's. The only problem was that he wasn't all that creative with his NPC creations, he decided to create five level 100 NPCs in order to make as few as possible and dedicate them to guild defense. His first creation was Pandoras actor which he made by himself, while his other creations were joint efforts that he made with his fellow guild members.

"It was embarrassing, sitting in the throne while everyone made a big deal about me...I never liked being the center of attention."

Tabula chuckled. "Yeah, but thankfully I managed to get you to come out of your shell a bit."

"You really did." Momonga knew it was thanks to Tabula that his life improved so much. After Tabula rescued him they had become close friends. The only problem was that Taublas interests and intelligence meant that it was a struggle for Momonga to keep up with his far more educated friend. It made him read more books, get lessons from Yamiako who was a school teacher in the real world, and overall improve himself. "If you hadn't rescued me that day I probably would've quit the game, its thanks to you I was able to make a character that I could have fun roleplaying as."

"You helped me out to." Tabula replied. "You're the one who encouraged me to turn my love of occult lore and horror movies into a business. I've written several horror books and books on the occult since I quit playing the game. Not to mention selling numerous trinkets out of my home. I'm my own boss and I love it. If this keeps up I'll be able to retire young, maybe I'll be able to take it easy by the time the next Yggdrasil comes out and we can play together."

"So everyone says. Still, even if they make a second game it won't be the same, I'll miss this place."

"We made our dreams come true when we made this place." Tabula said sadly as he looked around the meeting room. The obsidian table, the white marble walls, the rich and lavish decorations made it look like a palace fit for a king. "But no matter how sweet a dream may be, we have to eventually wake up." Tabula checked his in-game clock and sighed. "Sorry to do this to you Momonga but I need to log out, I have to board a transport for a book signing tomorrow."

"I understand." Momonga nodded in understanding while trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Once I get done with this book deal Ill have enough time to hang out." Tabula said in an attempt to cheer Momonga up. "Yggdrasil isn't the only game in existence you know. Aberage II came out recently, we could try playing that."

Aberage had been a DMMORPG that came out around the same time as Yggdrasil. It was a game about building power suits and weapons that players could use to fight each other.

"Yeah, maybe we can play it some time." Momonga replied in mock enthusiasm, he hadn't cared much for the original Aberage. He preferred fantasy setting over science fiction settings when it came to games.

"Well, I better get going." Tabula brought up his menu and ran a tentacled finger over the log out button. "See you on the other side."

With that Tabulas avatar disappeared leaving Momonga alone at last.

"Its all over." Tabula was the last one to have replied positively to his request for a meetup. "It went better then I feared but worse then I hoped." Ideally, he hoped everyone would return and they would spend the night reminiscing and wandering around Nazerick together one last time. Whereas his worst fear was no one showing up.

"Might as well take one last look around Nazerick before it all ends." He stood up and ion the direction he faced was a large scythe hovering in a place of honor upon the wall.

It was a scythe created by himself and his friends. It was based upon the titan Krono's scythe which in Greek mythology was used to slay other titans. It was made of black prismatic metal and decorated with golden snakes that intertwined along the long slender handle of the scythe. The blade was cruel and could cut through almost anything and gleamed with blue magical energy and seven jewels were embedded near the head of the scythe where the handle met the blade, each one glowing with power. It was a guild weapon, so named because each guild could only have one.

The scythe was a symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown.

If a guild weapon were destroyed it would mean the collapse of the guild. So it was always stored deep within the guild where no one could touch it.

That was why even though the scythe had been specially designed for Momonga's specific character build he had only ever held it once when he was placing it in its resting place within the guilds meeting room.

He reached his hand out and then stopped himself. Did he really want to taint the glorious memory of a weapon that he and his friends had all built together?

He remembered the days when he and his friends had gone questing together to gather the materials required to make the scythe. They had split into teams and competed with each other to see who could gather the most resources, argued over the design of the weapon, it had been Momonga's job to take every guild members opinions into consideration until they finished a design that made everyone happy.

Momonga couldn't help but be swept away in memories of his time leading the guild. Going on quests to hunt for treasures, fighting world bosses, storming into enemy players castles and looting them. But the memory that stuck out to him most of all was assembling their guild base.

But now there was no one left but him.

Momonga didn't want to tarnish the memory of his friends but he felt a bit rebellious. In this guild, they voted on big decisions if there wasn't an obvious consensus on an issue.

"All in favor of letting me wield the scythe until servers shut down please raise your hands." Momonga asked to the empty room and he raised his hand. "All opposed?" He lowered his hand and gazed around the empty room. "Majority vote says I get to do whatever the fuck I want since I'm the only one here."

He grabbed the scythe and watched his stats rise up. His character build was one of the best in the game, through clever use of game mechanics he managed to be an amazing caster as well as a decent warrior. His character build was focused on versatility. In raids, he was a wildcard who buffed allies, debuffed enemies, used magic to support allies and damage enemies as well as engage in close quarters combat when necessary. Some might call him a jack of all trades but master of none, but in truth, he was a master jack of all trades.

The fact that his main use in guild raids was support and buffing allies meant his friends affectionately names him 'buff bitch', but at the end of the day, he had been the deciding factor in numerous battles.

"Might as well take one last tour." He looked at the weapon in his hands. "You're a symbol of our guilds strength." As if hearing his words the scythes visual effects took hold and numerous faces made out of grey smoke twisted around the blade and let out anguished cries before dissipating.

"We might have gone a bit overboard with the visual effects..." Momonga muttered as he began his trek. He left the room that the guild had called the roundtable. It was the default place where any member of the guild would log into regardless of the location of their log out.

He trekked through the halls of the Nazerick as he made his way to the throne room. Technically he could teleport there with his guild ring but he resisted the urge. It would be the last time he got to take a look at Nazerick and he intended to enjoy it.

The halls he walked through were richly decorated with luxurious carpets, numerous sculptures dotted the halls, golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling which gave light to the halls, and numerous paintings of masterpiece quality decorated the walls.

"All the things we could never have in the real world." Momonga muttered sadly to himself. The only guild member who could afford even a tiny amount of this stuff was Touch Me since he worked for the government, but even his amazing salary couldn't afford him a lifestyle this lavish.

He passed by several maids who were programmed to walk around the tomb and clean. Whenever he passed by one he would wave at them and thank them for their hard work, he felt silly doing it since they were nothing more than a computer program but it felt good to say goodbye to his friend's personal creations.

Eventually, his slow trek led him to the main hall where he saw a stout butler and several maids bowing to him.

"Hmmm." Momonga brought a hand to his chin as he looked at the figures before him. He had rarely walked here for the last few years so he was unfamiliar with many of the NPCs. He would always log in and head out farming and afterward, he would deposit his earnings in the treasury before logging out all the while using his ring to teleport around Nazerick.

After checking his menu and checking on them he remembered their names. Sebas and the Pleiades battle maids who were meant to be the last line of defense against any intruders. In the end, no guild had managed to get this far. The largest raid on the Great Tomb off Nazerick had been a coalition of ten guilds along with numerous mercenary NPCs. It had numbered close to two thousand individual enemies, the largest recorded raid in Yggdrasil's history. They had gotten all the way to the eighth floor before being massacred.

"We made the eighth floor with ultimate defense in mind, every unbalanced exploit this game has was taken advantage of on that floor." Momonga mused out loud. While all floors were highly defensible they were created with looks in mind, whereas Nazerick's eighth floor was built around stopping players. He stopped his musings and look at the NPCs his friends had created. While the maids were made in regards to the looks and tastes of their creators Sebas was the exception. Sebas was a mirror image of Touch Mes true self. The only difference was Touch Mes hair was salt and pepper while Sebas had pure white hair.

"I should move them around one last time for nostalgia's sake." He looked at the NPCs and waved them over. "Follow Me." As he walked he looked behind and saw them following him in a single file line.

He eventually led his retinue to the Throne room. The throne room was purely aesthetically made since any official guild meeting would take place at the roundtable. Its sole purpose was to house the Throne of Kings, the world item they had gotten for conquering Nazerick, as well as displaying everyone's personal banner. Ulbert also claimed the throne room would be the place where they should meet any invading force for one great final showdown.

As he drew closer to the throne he saw a beautiful woman garbed entirely in white standing next to the throne. Her horns and black wings betraying her as a demon despite her angelic appearance. She was Albedo, Overseer of the guardians and the highest ranking NPC in the entire Tomb of Nazerick.

As he walked up the steps to the Throne of Kings he turned to look at his retinue of followers. "The command was...stand by...right?" As he asked that Sebas and the Pleiades bowed and took up positions below the throne.

Momonga sat down on the throne and tried to get comfortable. In Yggdrasil tactile feelings were greatly minimized for the sake of player sanity so that they didn't confuse the game for reality. However, that didn't stop him from being unable to get comfortable.

"Damn wings..." He muttered as he looked at his giant angelic wings. Despite the fact they appeared made out of light they were still fairly solid and counted as part of his player hitbox. They also made it hard for him to get comfortable while sitting inc certain types of chairs. "I seem to remember that we had to modify a few doors in here since I couldn't fit through them."

Changing his wing size was fairly easy and took only a few console commands but he had an even faster way of fixing the issue.

"Two forms." He muttered as he activated his racial ability. The darkness that had shrouded his features disappeared and was replaced with a human face with normal human features. Most importantly his large ethereal wings disappeared which allowed him to relax into his throne.

"Much better." After the expansion known of Valkyries downfall, the developers of Yggdrasil released updates to numerous heteromorphic races that allowed cosmetic transformations. Races such as vampires, werewolves, and numerous other races which were once stuck in one form could now shapeshift to a humanoid form. The developers claimed it was to make the game more lore-friendly however many players viewed it as pandering to casual players who didn't like playing heteromorph's since they were so ugly. Momonga suspected the real reason for the change was to increase the number of people playing heteromorph's since there were so few players who were willing to play them. The expansion also introduced numerous humanoid heteromorphs such as dullahans and homunculi. Another benefit to allowing players access to multiple forms was that it also gave players more customization with their NPCs. Several NPCs such as Sebas and Shalltear had several forms they could take that drastically changed their abilities as they shifted out of their humanoid forms.

In truth shifting to a humanoid form was useless for players in terms of gameplay since in his human form Momonga didn't have access to any of his racial abilities or spells but it did allow for some role-playing fun.

Momonga ran and hand on his changed face and smiled at the familiar feeling of being human. When given the racial ability to shapeshift into a human he allowed his friend and guildmate Bukubukuchagama to design the face for him at her insistence since he wanted to just use a default face that the developers provided. He could still remember the conversation he had with her.

"You're seriously going to use the default facial appearance for your character?! I won't allow our guild master who is the face of our guild to be so uncreative. If your so lazy Ill design your human form for you."

He shuddered at the memory of her voice when she said those words. Bukubukuchagama was a voice actress for eroge games and usually voiced loli characters. Her usual talking voice was high, cute, and energetic. However, whenever she got angry her true voice came out which was deep and slightly scary.

Momonga summoned a mirror from his inventory to look at the fact that his guildmate made for him. It had been years since he used the ability and he could barely remember what this form looked like. Once he gazed at himself he almost chucked the mirror aside.

"I look like I walked right out of a bishounen anime...that's what I get for being lazy and letting a girl design my character." Truthfully it wasn't all that bad, but he wished his face was more manly rather than the soft-featured one that looked back at him. His features made him look like he walked right out of a Final Fantasy game, his hair was long and silver while his eyes were two different colors. His left eye was golden while the right was silver.

'Come to think of it the NPCs that Bukubukuchagama created also had heterochromatic eyes. Both Mare and Aura have one eye that's blue and one that's green. I guess Bukubukuchagama likes to design characters with eyes like those for some reason.

He shook those thoughts from his head. His current form was quite different from his normal angelic form. For one thing, his angelic form didn't really have a face, most angels in Yggdrasil were beings of light and sound and had no real features. As a result, his angelic face was pure darkness with glowing eyes. He recalled Tabula mentioning how Yggdrasil angels were based on angels from an old western game that came out a century before.

He decided that he spent enough time looking at himself and instead focused his attention on the woman who was standing next to him. He was quite familiar with Albedo and her sisters Nigredo and Rubedo. Tabula put a great deal of thought and care into their creation and would often brag about them to Momonga. Specifically, they were a representation of Tabula's greatest desire and achievement.

The Philosophers Stone.

Tabula was an alchemist both in the game and out of the game, even his name Tabula Smaragdina was latin, it translated to 'Emerald Tablet' an ancient artifact said to depict the secret to alchemical transmutation. Ancient alchemists theorized that there were three stages in order to create a philosophers stone. The first stage was called Nigredo, which meant 'blackening' signifying both putrefaction and decomposition. The second stage was called Albedo which translated to 'whitening' symbolizing purification and division. The third and final stage was Rubedo which translated to 'reddening' symbolizing perfection and reunification.

"The name Albedo really suits you." Momonga looked at Albedo who gazed at him with her default smile. "Whiteness and purity...he really did think of everything."

Momonga realized that for all the knowledge he had about Albedo and her sisters he never did look into their actual backstories. He looked at Albedo and summoned her character setting and backstory. They read like a book in length and in how complicated they were. The servers would shut down before he could finish even half of it. With one big swipe, he scrolled to the bottom. The last line caught his attention.

"On the outside, she is a pure and perfect beauty but on the inside, she is a bitch and slut." Momonga hung his head upon reading that line. He should have guessed given his friend's interests. Tabula had three passions in life. Alchemy, Horror, and Gap Moe. It only made sense his friend would make NPCs that embodied those things.

"I can't fault the guy for his tastes but still..." He looked at Albedo, her serene smile steeled his resolve. While he hated the idea of changing the backstory of a character his friend created he couldn't help but feel rebellious today. He had already taken the guild weapon from its resting place, would changing the backstory of an NPC really matter all that much when the servers were about to be shut down? "Like Ulbert always used to say. 'If you're walking on thin ice, you might as well dance.' Well, here I am dancing."

He deleted the last line describing Albedo as a slut and bitch and decided to replace it with something. After a few seconds, he entered in a short sentence.

And shes deeply in love with Momonga.

"Ugh, how embarrassing, I'm such a dork." He was so embarrassed that he considered changing it. However, this was the last day Yggdrasil would be online so in a few more minutes his embarrassment would be gone along with the guild and everything he and his friends had accomplished together.

He looked at the NPCs staring at him, it looked strange for them to be standing with such rigid postures.

"Bow down." He ordered and they immediately bowed before the throne. Soon they would be gone, the creations of all his friends.

That thought made him sigh, his eyes drifted up to the ceiling where numerous chandeliers hung alongside the banners of each of his friends. With nothing left to do, he began naming the owner of each banner. "There's mine." His finger drifted to a banner with two scythes crossed with angelic wings in the background.

His finger moved over to the best player in all of Ainz Ooal Gown's-no the entire games best player.

"Touch Me."

The next was the oldest member of the guild age-wise. In the real world, he was a university professor and had even taught Momonga a few things during break times on raids.

"Death Suzaku."

He began naming each banners owner one after another. "Herohero, Peroroncino, Bukubukuchagama, Tabula Smaragdina, Warrior Takemikazuchi, Variable Talisman, Genjiro..." It didn't take long for him to name all forty-one of his guildmates names. They were burned into his brain and would most likely remain there for the rest of his life.

"Yeah, we had fun together for quite a few years didn't we?"

The game was free to play but Momonga spent a good third of his monthly salary on microtransactions. He had no other hobbies so Yggdrasil was all he spent money on aside from basic necessities such as housing and food. The game was his life, he had no friends or family in the real world so this game had been everything to him and Ainz Ooal Gown represented all the happiest moments and fun times he had ever had.

And now he was going to lose all of it.

Tabulas words now lingered in his mind.

No matter how sweet a dream may be, we have to eventually wake up.

He tightened the grip on his scythe and waited for the end. His eyes watched as the in-game clock counted down. The developers would be setting off fireworks around all the nine realms of Yggdrasil but he had no desire to watch them. He would end it all here surrounded by his friend's creations.

Finally, the clock reached 0:00:00 and he readied himself to be forcefully logged out.

Yet he was never logged out.

Surprise and a bit of apprehension filled Momonga's heart as he looked around the Throne room. 'Did the developers push back the server shut down?' He looked at his in-game clock but couldn't find it, in fact he couldn't see his hp, mp, or any aspect of his UI. Confused he tried to bring up his in-game menu.

His menu wouldn't come up.

"What the..."

Fear gripped his heart as he tried everything to bring up a menu so he could call a GM or use the chat function. Nothing he did seemed to work, it was as if he'd been locked out of the system.

He felt his heart speeding up as he began to panic, he wiped away some sweat from his forehead with the back of his armored hand and…

"Wait...sweat?" Sure enough, he was sweating, he also felt the metal of his gauntlet scrape against his forehead and found the feeling unpleasant, even bordering on slightly painful since his armored hands were very sharp with numerous sharp metal pieces making up the gauntlets he wore. "Is this a new patch? What the hell..."

A million thoughts rushed through his head as he suddenly became aware of how intense everything felt. He could feel the silken materials of his outfit, the metal of his gauntlets, he took a deep breath and felt the intensity of the air entering his lungs before he exhaled deeply. He was confused, his human-like body felt real. Wanting to test things out he decided to cast a spell but found he couldn't without his specially made macros. Instead, he felt the urge to utter the spells name.

"Two forms." He muttered as his body shifted drastically. His human flesh dissipated as it turned pitch black, wings sprouted from his back and he felt he could flap them around freely. The panic and fear he had been feeling a moment earlier dissipated instantly and instead, he felt calm and serene as if all the worries he had felt were suppressed.

Yet despite his new sense of calm, the feeling of his body shifting in such a way and the feeling of having actual wings freaked him out. It was as if he had two entirely new limbs spring from his back. Worst still was his new body felt so strange he was feeling himself lose his balance, it was like trying to stand up while drunk. To keep himself from collapsing he sat back down in his throne. Much like before his wings felt uncomfortable, however much to his surprise his wings shrank down to a more manageable size as if they had reacted to his thoughts. He was broken from musings about his strange new avatars properties by the sound of a woman's voice coming from his right.

"Lord Momonga is everything okay?"

Momonga turned and saw that Albedo, an NPC was looking at him with a facial expression that seemed all too real.

"Forgive me for speaking out of turn and disturbing you but it seems as if you're troubled. If I'm wrong I beg that you forgive me for disturbing you." Albedo pleaded a look of worry and concern etched onto her perfect face.

Momonga felt his stomach drop.

'I think I might be in big trouble...'

Authors note

Well, my first shot at an Overlord fanfiction. I was surprised how little Overlord fanfiction there is on this site considering the fact the author admitted that Overlord itself started as a fanfiction web novel.

I've watched the anime and read all the light novels so far. Although I could only afford to buy the official translations for the first seven Light novels and had to use fan translations for the rest so some info might be off.

Alright well, obviously this is an AU where a small change created a much larger change. I originally wanted to make it so Momonga was a humanoid character but that just felt a little too weird so I chose the most humanoid heteromorph in the game Yggdrasil which would be an angel.

Obviously, Momonga is based on Malthael in design, for those who don't know who that is then you could go on youtube and look up Diablo 3 Reaper of souls cinematic and the main baddy in the cinematic is Malthael, Archangel of death.

I was inspired to try my hand at overlord for various reasons. The main one being is that I was once a guild master for a vanilla World of Warcraft guild. We were number 3 on the serve. We were a bunch of no-life raiders who did nonstop progress of MC, BWL, and Vanilla Naxx. Even years later with none of the forty plus of those guys playing anymore I can still remember their names, specific conversations we all had in raids, and numerous other good times.

Nothing else much to say, I hope this gets a positive response and if It does Ill continue on with it. So please leave a review. Also feel free to ask questions or offer suggestions.

Also here is Momongas character sheet for his race and job classes.

Total level 100

Racial levels

Angel 15

Archangel 10

Seraph Empyron 10

Reaper 5

Job levels

Enochian Mage 10

Archmage 5

Divine Cleric 10

God Hand 5

Necromancer 10

Soul Mage 5

Master of Life and Death 10

Reaper of Souls 5

Alignment- Neutral