Okay, this is my first ever attempt at writing a Fanfic. It's an idea I thought of re-watching Overlord the other day. If an office worker who spent the vast majority of his money in game ended up as strong as he did, what would someone who had more money then brains amount to?
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Every since I could remember, I've had more money than I could ever possibly spend. The perks of being on the receiving end of an inheritance from parents who had built their lives around the words; 'Time is Money'. As such, time for raising and nurturing a child was better spent elsewhere.
I was fed and clothed by maids and butlers in the employment of my parents.
All things that needed to be taught, a tutor was hired.
Christmas and Birthdays spent among the hired help.
Bitter.
That has been the single emotion I have felt towards those that sired me, for as long as I can remember.
So when I was told their plane had crashed and they died, I didn't fell the overwhelming grief a typical 12-year-old boy would feel. I continued on as I always had.
The next 8 years sped by rather quickly as I attempted to drain the seemingly inexhaustible funds dry, with little to no success. I started at toys, then came the electronics, and finally rested on video games. As I aged technology advanced at a rapid rate and with it gaming for me transitioning from a way to burn through the fortune to a way of life. From a desktop computer to a virtual reality headset. I filed my time with hours upon hours of mind-numbing gaming, until I finally settled on a particular sort of game.
Massive Multiplayer Games.
A place where the wealthy prospered, where I prospered.
Skill amounts to very little when earning money is the primary goal. For years I bounced from one game to another, spending a rather large sum within the virtual world. Always waiting for the next, new and revolutionary rendition of something I have played a thousand times before.
Until one day something new was announced.
Yggdrasil.
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