I don't own overlord.

"Sigh. It is going to be the end"

A sad tone disturbed the delicate silence in the room, that overlooked a world below. A man dressed in Golden attire, that made this location where he was, seen a little cliche... Though it was a bit too dramatic for a video game, this man couldn't bring himself to care. His sentiment was a statement towards players like him.

This was a sad day for many, the last operation of the DMMO-RPG that was known widely as Yggdrasil. A game at its prime outshined most online gaming worlds, with its extensive and free-range of freedom it went to the top as soon as it was discovered. For those who dedicated their life, a large amount of time and hardcore fanaticism to this wonderful spectacle, we're surely not dissatisfied. Twelve long and extraordinary year's of dedication was going by forever, and this was felt by the individual sitting and monitoring the fluctuation of players logging in and out of the game.

Mikeal Drodean, a man in his late thirties whose life consisted of playing video games or otherwise, staring at a computer screen for seventeen hours a day so much so he decided to get paid for it.

The man himself wasn't very interesting to people, it was quite the opposite, not because he didn't have much of a personality, it was because no one bothered to find out more about him, because he doesn't want to get close to anyone. He was a diverse person to be around, stuck in his way, a sarcastic bastard, never interfering to help someone in need no matter how severe. The kind of person who doesn't care about wrong or right. That would very much enjoy a reason to do something destructive towards you, earning the title "asshole".

With all that said, why would someone of his reputation waste their time playing video games like an elementary school student on Saturday night? Well, the answer is simple, the traits he exhibits made him a perfect candidate for administrative duties.

Unlikely as it seems, Mikeal Drodean, had landed himself in a job as server admin for one of the most popular, if not the most popular role-playing game of all time for the last decade and it fit him perfectly. With no more than a few hours of rest, he made the best of it. Holding Grand competitions between players he deems to commit offences and teleporting players in obstacles that made them have to fight for their lives and equipment. Those who do survive, get to keep their life and most who don't, get killed until they are back to level one. And of course, keeping order on the server and enforcing the guidelines of the game with no exceptions given, which earned him the nickname "God of order and chaos".

His character possessed the qualities befitting a God. Tall, handsome, intimidating and power to go with it. Lustrous clothing that would make kings jealous, nations would weigh war for the rings he wore, maidens would throw themselves at his feet for a single glance, a staff so powerful that it could destroy armies of player in a sole incursion like they were mere in-game flies.

Yes, to wield such power was a dream come true for him. But alas, all dreams must come to an end. With Yggdrasil ending, he would likely have to find another assignment to put effort into, but that comes with its drawbacks, he probably won't have the same position of authority that he had in Yggdrasil and that was an alarming notion. Sure hundreds of players like him put in the same time-consuming effort or even more for that matter but they were gone along with ninety-eight per cent of the active player base. So it was currently his responsibility to make sure that there weren't last-minute ute trolls interrupting the balance of the game.

Even if it was only for a little while longer, Mikeal or "LordZeldon" as his avatars were named, found himself staring at the endless darkness, speculating if there will any players stay until the server shut down, but seeing the numbers declining he could only hope.

"To think, all the so-called hardcore fans of role-playing games, couldn't even bother to stay until the end. Hahaha, they don't even know the amount of time and money that was spent on this game. They abandoned the second life that they were given so fucking easily". His word had fallen on no one else but himself.

He also hoped that someone would break the rules of the game if he could punish them even if it's just for today. But again he desire was not to be. He sighed deeply, his last few remaining seconds as an administrator, wouldn't be punishing offenders, instead, it was going to be him sitting on a throne, sulking in his unhappiness.

Ten seconds until shut down.

He leaned back into the throne and waited.

Seven seconds remaining.

"I'm probably the only one left, who is serious about this game enough to stay till the end. How disappointing."

Three seconds remaining.

He counted down in his head.

One second left.

...

00:00:01

00:00:02

00:00:03

Huh?

His eyes snapped open but...Everything was indistinct.

For a moment he froze, unsure of what to think. Then he took a look down at himself. He was still wearing the same fabric, he came to be accustom to in the game.

"Is this the end of the Game or ?" His voice echoed outward, no ears to fall on but his own.

He inspected his surroundings. Nothing in sight, just darkness as far as the eye could see. Not only that but it appears to seem like his administration console was Gone a with capital G. Leaving him in a real first-person familiarity.

He stood up and moved his body around, feeling unfamiliar weightlessness that was unusually strange and incredible at the same meantime. He took a step forward and almost panicked when he couldn't hear footsteps. According to the game, no noise was provided other than conversations, he remembers this and calmed his mind.

Looking down, he stepped down again harder this time and noted the sound that it made. Then he did it even harder this time creating a loud boom like a skyscraper crashing down from the sky. The noise surprised him because no human could make a sound like that by simply stomping the ground.

The sound should be terrifying but weirdly he was calm like this was to be expected. The weight of his leg shouldn't be so heavy enough that it made such a noise. However, this wasn't his body so he had to take that into account.

Getting over the fact that his legs could produce such devastating sounds, he attempted to open his menu, call a gm, but it was always met with failure, so he began to stroll through the darkness of the hall. All the while thinking about "system failure, or service interruption." But those assumptions didn't seem to be precise, in case of system failure then all players, administrators and gm's would be forced to log out immediately. Yet he was still here in his noble attire.

His confusion could solely be equivalent to his curiosity. If he was still in the game then he must have found himself in a peculiar predicament in the server shutdown. His current location was certainly outside of the main map. As it were in Yggdrasil, but that could only mean that the game was still operating, which was impossible since he was confident the game was terminated. He would have been informed if management were going to start a new project with the climax of Yggdrasil. So this had to a new level of gaming experience least that what he told himself.

He gradually checks his equipment. Weapons? Check. Skills? The feeling in his body that told him that they could be activated instantly confirm that argument.

Accessories?.

He looked down upon his hands or more precisely his right hand and found what he was looking for. On his ring finger, sat the most important item with the game, the "Ring of Gods" or so he decided to call it. But the correct name for it was Gamemaster's ring. Not that they needed it, but it was the only physical indication of one's administration status. The ring was an unobtainable item reserved for people at his position. The ring could bend the rules of the game, making the person who wore it into an Unkillable God. It granted the user an immortal aura that makes it impossible to kill the wearer. It could bestow unlimited mana, with no cooldown time for casting and making it so there was also no casting time. It also made the wearers have all the items in the nine realms and likewise spells. But seeing how he had or could do those things without it, it just was an accessory.

"Return" He voiced the command that always made him return to the main map to punish the offenders. He was expecting a change of scenery but.

Nothing happened.

"Dammit, it's not working. Then World Mirror"

World Mirror was an upgraded form of a mirror of remote viewing, similar to the ladder it made the user see the remote area but except the whole world was the area. It could only be used by an administrator a game master.

The three-meter long and wide floating image of the planet popped into reality causing a moment of surprise from Mekeel, this doesn't look like a world from Yggdrasil. But I'll have to investigate further. So how do I work this thin-oh like this, I'll just go there" after a little bit of fiddling until he was able to instruct the unruly mirror and guide the mirror in. Unfamiliar lands.

"People?Cities? Villages, and towns... Where exactly is this" his voice came down from surprise to confused?

Getting a view of the landscape through the mirror, more questions came to his mind than before. Not only did it looks like NPC's are functioning like actual people, but what caught him off guard was we're cities, towns, and even villages in an unfamiliar topography that he wasn't accustomed to. He should be overlooking Asgard but this world didn't appear to be a mythical place but rather like cities, town and villages that look it belonged to an isekai anime.

Again he stared around the space around him. Nothing, just amps. Just darkness that had no beginning or end, this was undoubtedly outside of the main map possibly even in another dimension. He didn't have much evidence but he could cherish

He couldn't use the ring to teleport to a location, he and the ring didn't recognize, so that was out of the question. At the same time he could force teleport out, but he could land in another dimension possibly dangerous. So he ruled that one out. Slowly he perplexed mind shifted to that of frustration.

"I can't believe that they messed up one simple job, one, it's not like they have something else to do. Their lives revolve around Yggdrasil so I don't understand their lack of ethics. Oh well if I'm confined in this game, then all I have to do is wait for them to pull me out. Or wait until my body in real life to die. Then I will be thoroughly free." All those thoughts made him feel apprehensive, but he had to keep a cool mind when dealing with things.

An idea struck him if he was stuck in his avatar's body and couldn't log out then he could attempt to contact other players to see if there is the same situation, but remembering the player base was almost zero on his server, he relinquishes the concept. Discerning that the world before him didn't appear to be the game he became accustomed to, another hypothesis because apparent in his mind. If he came here from his server then maybe other admins or at least players from another server was here.

With his mindset on a particular goal, he began operating the mirror again in the unfamiliar world below, was it below he didn't know so he continued. Nothing stood out to him, not the lands, not the cities, villages and kingdoms, nothing looked like it was from Yggdrasil. He was now merely stuck in a spectacular seat, watching the world he knew nothing about. So he zooms in on the city and uses the [message] spell on one of the inhabitants of the worlds. One that seems to be a soldier and looked lively enough that Mikeal didn't think, he was NPC. To his astonishment, the spell worked, but that spur panic through the supposed trooper

"What that sound? Who there? Show yourself dammit!" The warrior yelled, not understanding the predicament he found himself in.

"My, my, you're an aggressive one" the deep voice that Mikeal respond with caught the soldier off guard.

"Who are you? Why can't I see you?"

"I'm a being outside of existence itself"

"Are you a god? Perhaps The Sun God?"The NPC sounded hopeful.

The NPC. Are maybe not, Mikeal wasn't sure, but one thing for certain is that the being he was conversing with wasn't a player. The fact that he didn't recognise the message spell spoke volumes, coupled with the fact that when he told the recruit he was "A being from outside existence itself" and the man didn't realise the unspoken admittance of his job as an administrator told him all he needed to know.

"Hello, are you still there?"

This presumption made him realise that this wasn't a game anymore, it wasn't a dream or a prank because if It was it wasn't funny at all, no new players join the game as far as he knew because the option to create a new character was locked, and even if they were allowed they would know about the massage spell because it was in the description in Yggdrasil when you went to download the game. And calling him the sun God which he was sure that there wasn't in Yggdrasil or if it was no new player would know about it.

"Hello?"

"Yea, I am the Sun god"

He wasn't sure what was going on, therefore he had to get as much information as possible from this man, about this world so he could further assess the situation and what better way to achieve that objective than pretending to be a god.

"My lord, please grant this lowly forgiveness for shouting at you earlier"

NPC, no the human he was staring at, spoke with such reverence that would put the priests from his old world to shame. The way the soldier address him, Mikeal wondered if he was a god, thinking this could be advantageous for him, he decided.

"You're forgiven, but only this time, don't ever do such things again."

"Yes, my lord!"

Mikeal thought this was going to be fun.