Its full name is [Dive-yer-Online-Role-Playing-Game]. As the name suggests, this is a somatosensory game that allows players to actually enter the game world. Just like what is described in science fiction novels, nano-robots are injected into the human body. Wear a helmet-like device and completely enter the game world with everything you have.
In 2138 AD, this game has completely become a trend.
Among the major trends of this era, there is a game that has won the favor of the majority of players with its unique gameplay and special settings focusing on freedom.
Its name is [YGGDRASIL].
This is a sword-and-magic game with exploration and adventure in nine open worlds.
Because it is so popular, when people mention D, their first reaction is this [YGGDRASIL].
It's a pity that even such a brilliant game has finally entered its final stage after twelve years of operation.
22:30 Japan time, Guild [Ainz Ooal Gown], between meetings.
The all-black academic robe is draped softly on the leader's seat, and the purple and gold decoration looks very decent. Although the overall look is a bit exaggerated, after all, this is the world of a game! This is just right, full of fantasy elements that young people like. Huge shoulders The decoration is extremely luxurious, it is almost a shoulder-pad-level decoration.
Just like the saying "BMW presents heroes", people wearing such luxurious clothes must also be extraordinary and important people, right?
However, what extended out from the gorgeous clothes was a face without flesh, only a white skull with red light shining in the eye sockets, making it look particularly ferocious.
This is a common enemy in the fantasy world, a skeletal monster. In [YGGDRASIL], like this player, there are surprisingly many characters with monster looks.
Monster-type characters have more passive skills and racial skills than human-shaped characters, and their advantages and disadvantages are very prominent. Therefore, out of considerations of strength and role-playing gameplay, many players who choose the alien species are surprised.
The guild [Ainz Ooal Gown] is a guild composed entirely of alien players.
The skeleton magician sitting in the middle of the meeting, with a certificate of being a player on his head - [name].
【flying bat】.
A name that sounds completely unrelated to the skull magician. The contrast between the cute and furry creature's name and the image of the skull-headed evil magician is really huge.
At this time, he was chatting with another player in the meeting - a companion with a black slime appearance [Hero Hero].
"Unknowingly, it's already so late... I'm sorry, Momonga-san, although I really want to stay with you until the end, but I just can't do it today... I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes, and I have to get up early tomorrow."
The slime named Kurohiro said that although he has the appearance of a monster, what is inside is a real human being running for life. From his tone, it is not difficult to hear the strong emotion I am tired, the sentence just now is not shirk or prevarication, it is the sound of real exhaustion.
"No, it's me. Even though everyone is so busy, I still reluctantly bring everyone here..."
The skeleton magician named Momonga quickly responded politely.
No matter how much he wanted to shout out in his heart, "Today is the last day of operation, let's all stay together until the moment we shut down the server and bring a perfect end to our gaming career!", but in the end, he still chose to say this.
From the moment everyone distanced themselves from the game for the sake of life, he knew that the game was destined to be just a part of life. Heiro Heluo did not do anything wrong, and he should not bear his own anger and injustice.
"No, no, please don't say that, Momonga-san, it's because you are serving as the guild leader that we can enjoy this game to the fullest... However, I really didn't expect that our Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick still exists.
...You must have put a lot of effort into it, hoping that if we come back one day, we can have a home to go back to, right?"
"ah……"
"It's great that Momonga-san can serve as the guild president."
Momonga was keenly aware of the implicit meaning of "let the topic end here" in this sentence.
There is time in the upper right corner of the field of view. It is already 22:40. For office workers who are tired of work, every minute and second of rest time is extremely precious.
"It would be great if... we could meet again in [YGGDRASIL-2]."
Kuro Kuro ended with these words, and Momonga could only show a bitter smile. Fortunately, this was just a game and could not show the rich facial expressions of the players. Otherwise, his expression would definitely hurt the hearts of his former friends.
Bar?
"However, I haven't heard any news about the second generation."
"Well... I'm sorry, I can't open my eyes anymore, so I'll get off first - it's great to meet Momonga-san on the last day."
"...Me too. It's really great to see you."
With these words ending, the figure of Heero Heluo also disappeared.
There was silence.
Momonga was finally the only player left in the guild's stronghold of Ainz Ooal Gown.
Empty...lonely...and...angry.
Momonga silently looked around. There were forty-one beautiful tables and chairs made of obsidian, arranged around the gorgeous round table. Each one showed exquisite workmanship. This is [Ainz Ooal Gown]
】The glory of the past. Once upon a time, forty-one outstanding players sat here, intensely discussing the strategy of the dungeon and their experiences in PVP duels.
However, now I am the only one left.
"Are you kidding! This is the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick that everyone has worked hard to build!! Why can you abandon it so easily!"
Facing the empty room, Momonga suddenly burst into emotion and punched the table hard. The system judged it as an attack, but the result was -0.
Only when he is alone, Momonga can express his true feelings like this. On weekdays, he develops habits in the workplace so that he will not easily express his complaints to others.
"Everyone... must have their own pain... It must be an extremely painful balance before leaving."
Momonga murmured as if to convince himself.
It seems that I have to face the end of [YGGDRASIL] operation alone. On this rare last day, I want to stay until I am forced offline by the system. This can be regarded as giving my gaming career an end.
Momonga's parents died young, he had no love, and his only pleasure was games, so let's remember his past in this way.
He thought so.
Suddenly, in the corner of his field of vision, an email popped up.
"Could it be?! Has anyone come online to contact me?!"
Thinking of this possibility, Momonga's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened the email, ecstatic.
However, when he saw the name of the email, he knew it was an email sent by the system, as if a basin of ice water was poured on him.
"Yes, I have no idea how it is possible...forget it, what will the system prompt?"
Momonga clicked on the email and began to read the contents.