Merchant of Yggdrasil Old Chapter 1, an overlord/オーバーロード fanfic

Suddenly had the bright idea of writing near midnight when I have classes next morning… I started at 10 pm… and now it's 3 am. Well fuck it, here's a fresh out of the oven chapter of Overlord. It's mostly AU and most of the things I will write are AU with an OC so you'll probably hate it.

I know you'll probably hate the AU stuff but I wrote this anyway because I couldn't sleep.

Well here you go, 1300+ words of an OC centric Overlord fanfic with the cliché Hurdur look at my OC.

Special thanks for PervySageChuck for proofreading the first chapter for me. May he be blessed by the gods of perverts for his work on the first chapter.

Chapter 1

It's all over, huh? I still can't believe it, but it's all over…

I wanted to spit on the faces of those shitty developers for announcing the end. They didn't just post it in the websites but they also had to do it by descending down from the sky like the gods of old to tell everybody. There were a few cases of desperate and angry players suddenly attacking them but those attacks were completely stopped by literal thunderbolts striking them down like how God would smite people in the western religions.

I still regretted not trying to at least punch them in their faces because fancy coding could only go so far as the creators envisioned it to be. You can't stop over 10000 players attacking you simultaneously. I was part of that angry mob and we proved that a god could bleed as we struck one of those shitty developers down and looted his body.

Well now... that wouldn't matter as the servers are going to shut down in a few hours anyways.

I have spent over 12 bloody years in this game and all of it, from the gear that I have acquired throughout the years of bloody PK'ing and dungeon raiding to the massive multi-trillion gold coin merchant guild I had built from the ground up, are now mere hours from being completely erased. All that effort going down the drain takes a heavy toll on a man's soul… much more so to a man like myself whose life in the real world had long been destroyed.

In the real world, I was Ichirou Takahashi. In the real world I was just a simple middle aged office worker living all alone in a cramped apartment whose only motivation to get up every morning to go to work was to earn enough money to continue playing YGGDRASIL.

From every angle and viewpoint, one must be either blind or stupid not to call me a loser. I was a loser… my boss calls me one, my office mates call me as such, my neighbors openly tell me I'm one and even I myself had long accepted that fact. I was a loser… but only in real life.

As much of a failure as I was in the real world, I was a king in another.

In the DMMORPG called YGGDRASSIL, I was SmileXD or Smiley as my customers and friends called me. I am a Lv. 100 Centaur "Khan" who doubles as a Merchant. I am the leader of the most feared mercantile guild, "Bizarre Bazaar", one of the very few Merchant guilds whose members come from all racial groups and sell items to all races. As to why some people only sell their wares to certain racial groups is beyond me. But it means more money for me anyway since I have a larger pool of customers.

I am one of the most feared Merchant players around with my habit of PK'ing along with leading my guild of Player Killing Merchants who raid entire areas in search of players and guilds to attack in order to loot their rare gears and sell them.

Feared in the 9 realms of YGGDRASSIL, my name and presence inspire awe. My arrival makes most Players who are equipped with Divine Class Items shiver in fear because their purses may become a bit lighter along with their items finding their way into a Bazaar Member's store.

As much as I was hated by the community, they still can't help but buy from me and my guild. We sell the best wares around and we "redistribute" items that are hoarded by other players. We were not only a driving force in the market of YGGDRASIL but also a force that can dictate it.

I was the bane of Cash Players who cursed me for repeatedly targeting them for their juicy items and I was a hero to the free players who I sold some of those cash items to.

I was practically a king whose word could spell the doom of entire guilds, but in half an hour, that would all be just a distant memory.

I couldn't help but let out a defeated sigh as the last member of the 100 strong mercantile guild of the "Bizarre Bazaar" left, leaving me their items and money.

Thanks to my Subclass of Merchant, the Racial passive of being a Centaur and my Personal Companion NPCs, I was able to carry all of the guild's items and all their gold leaving me probably the single richest player around in terms of money I was carrying around.

As to why I just didn't leave them in the guild dungeon's vault and sit on that giant pile of gold and items, the Bizarre Bazaar never did settle down to a single location. We were more of a nomadic guild. We do have a guild dungeon but it was more of a common area where we sold our wares than a normal guild dungeon.

We never did have the genius like that of the guild of Ainz Ooal Gown, one of the very few guilds we could never threaten, and thus, we were unable to make an unconquerable dungeon. We never had the patience to make the awe inspiring architecture of those guilds. What we did have was the wanderlust to explore and the ever pressing need to make more money.

We were always on the move and that was what had probably saved our hides more than a couple of times.

Clad with the Earth Titan Armor set that was both stylish with its fur trim, its golden color and impressively high defensive stats along with the Gae Bolg which was a massive 8 foot long spear which looked like it was made from the spine of a massive sea creature with the cruel looking spines of its spear head and the spikes near the head, my large Visage strikes an imposing and magnificent figure. I know, I took a screen shot of my pose and I'm currently looking at it.

Not that it matter since all of my gold and my items were going to be wiped out like the rest of my creations.

I steeled myself as I prepared for the end. Now only a few minutes before the end, I decided to run off to the sunset much like how some of the movie characters do at the end of a movie.

I motioned for my two Personal Companion NPC's to follow me. Personal Companion NPC's are NPC companions that are either recruited via quest, summoned by magic items or bought from the Cash Item Store. They are similar to Dungeon NPC's but at a stat level closer to that of a 100 level player rather than the level of a floor guardian type of NPC. They follow you around just like a companion and they can either be used in combat or to carry around stuff.

While other players have been reported to have over several dozen Companion NPC's and even my right hand man, Right HandmAn, (No really, that actually was his name!), had a dozen, I only opted for two which was more of a personal choice. I was too lazy to create more NPC's and even these two companions I had were created with the help of my NPC addicted right hand man.

Len and Rin were their uninspired names, my twin fraternal centaur slaves as I have written in their lore which would all be erased. I wish I had the foresight to copy paste the lore I had written for them but I forgot to do so due to my being too busy exploring the game for one last time.

I galloped in the vast fields of Midgard absorbing the sights one final time.