Chapter 1: fading moments
Yggdrasil was once one of the top games, known for its vast amounts of content, unforgiving game play. With possibly least helpful hud, where half of its features hidden, it was considered both the pinnacle of game play, and difficulty. In fact its player base had possibly the largest turnover rates. Still it had once housed countless players, but now in its fading moments, a player base in the millions, has become one in the thousands. And one of these players single player sat there waiting. Momonga, the leader of the once infamous guild Ainz Ooal gown. A guild which with only 41 members had scaled the leader board to reach the top ten, despite the fact that many of the opposing guilds had numbers in the sum of hundreds.
But now in its waning moments, momonga waited. Momonga could very much be considered a embodiment of Yggdrasil it's self, as in the real world he was a regular salary man, but here in the realm of Yggdrasil he was so much more, he had friends which he could count on, a position in life. Here in Yggdrasil he could live as he pleased, it brought him joy. But like all good things it faded, until Momonga stood as the last one protecting what they had, to the point that the game itself had flattered before his conviction. Momonga, sat there the only one of his friends to respond to his failed attempt to reignite the guild's passion, long gone. He now sat at the throne, examining the fruits of his last dungeon raid.
{The Seed}
Consumable
Acquisition:
Solo Raid 1000 10+ dungeons
Solo raid 500 30+ dungeons
Solo raid 100 50+ dungeons
Solo raid 10 70+ dungeons
Solo a world enemy
Hold a positions on one of the top 100 leaderboard
Kill over 300 players
Item description:
Hey you know this game is multiplayer right? Well you better get some friends before using this okay.
This was perhaps the cruellest acquisition the Momonga had ever heard of. Not only did it it require countless hours to be put into the game,
But the only reasonable way to clear half those conditions was through the use of high level mercenary npc, meaning the amount of gold required would be just as staggering. The person who had acquired this item would have to be an absolute no-life who pushed not only all their time but all of their money into this game, all the while refusing to team, and using the much less efficient npc. This then coupled with an impressive track in pvp combat. So suffice to say momonga got it.
Though he had hoped to do as the item commanded and gather his friends on the last night of Yggdrasil, but hey he had already changed the npc of one of his friends what is the absolute worst that could happen, so as the waning moments came momonga decided that he wanted to trigger the effects at just the final moment, one single second to see what happened, what it seemed to be the cumulation of his efforts, as a solo player, in the hall of when he had friends.
He watched the in game timer
11:59:55
11:59:56
11:59:57
11:59:58
11:59:59
Momonga triggered the item causing a blinding light to fill the throne room
12:00:00
And then it all faded away.
It was pastor Richard's job to be the one beside a person in the waning moments of their life. And while religion had very much become part of the minority, there were still believers. While the poor had to labour away it was still efficient for the mega corps to tell them that their fruits would be rewarded in the after life, so long as the prayers didn't take away from company time. Still the church declined, to the point where instead of temples for the lord prayers, priests became more of travelling salesmen. In all of the Tokyo area the amount of priests could fit into a single meeting room.
Despite it being his main duty, due to the nature of last rites, Richard was only able to tend to a couple dozen believers, meaning once again money was what spoke, and only the middle or upper management could have the spirit sent off properly. Much like the one laying on the bed before him. Mr. Dawkins a COO of a small chemical company which manufactured key components for nutrition pastes.
It was once the clock struck midnight as Pastor Richard prayed for mr. Dawkins as he had on every hour, when a searing light passed through him, and as it faded, something within the reaches of his mind called out to him, and before either of the two men could comprehend what had gone on, Richard spoke
[REMOVE DISEASE]
and with that he passed out.
Halfway across the world in Africa, a child was crying after the weight of the world had finally taken its toll on her mother.
As the pot of rat meat, boiled over on to the kitchen floor, the daughter cried into the sweat drenched apron, a flash of light overcame her. After which the girl raised her head to find a tall spindly creature behind her, with an elongated jaw, despite the flesh being stretched across its frame, it did not frighten her.
In fact it seemed familiar to her, almost as if it was part of her very self.
"Ma….sterrrrr"
And as the child and creature stared at each other, they became even more connected, as one might describe in a twisted fairy tail, the child was wordlessly picked up and carried to her room, as she cried into its shoulders.
When Momonga's vision returned to him, the effects of the item didn't seem to do anything to the throne room. All the npcs were still there as he watched them and their shallow breaths, as if they feared that even the breeze of breath could disturb him. Then that thought came back at momonga with twice the force. They were npcs they had never needed to breathe before. This was quite strange. In fact wasn't momonga supposed to be kicked off the servers by now. He quickly went to check the UI only to notice all of the usual displays were gone. There was nothing for him to interact with.
In the moments of Momonga's confusion he muttered under his breath, and grasped into the air where the UI used to be. Seeing this the npc closest to him albedo, inquired into his desires.
"My lord, is something that matters, please tell your subordinate, so that I may serve you with our lives."
The sudden intrusion of those words spooked momonga as he had been contemplating his situation. But thankfully for him, he had some how sputtered out a response.
"It is fine albedo, I was merely pondering something"
Hearing this the succubus quickly apologised
"Of course my lord, I beg you for forgiveness for disturbing your most profound thoughts."
Momonga attempted to explain such realistic interactions and characters when no such thing was possible with the current technology, then he formulated the plan to probe for information.
"Excuse me albedo, put may I feel your wrist"
The succubus excitedly agrees to the request, as she extends her arm out towards the skeleton.
Both out of shock at her quick responses and enmaterment with her pearly skin, the skeletal overlord hesitated before finally he gingerly took the wrist presented to him. It was then he felt the faint pulsations of her heart. As the overlord continued to contemplate the implications of the npc now having a pulse. The succubus let out a slight moan.
Staring at the overseer of the tomb's face, momonga saw what appeared to be a mix of pleasure and pain. It was after a moment that he remembered his negative touch was active. Seeing her expression momonga wished that the skill had turned off, then as naturally as grasping one's hand, the negative energy ceased flowing. Momonga made note of this, as it seemed that he was able to activate and deactivate his skills.
It had been three hours since Momonga had somehow inhabited his character's body. The good news was that he seemed to have access to all his skills and spells, and could access them on a whim, meaning that his combat ability was probably slightly better than when he had to navigate the complex spell menus. But the more concerning part was that all of the npcs seemed to have an unrealistic opinion of him, so while they were loyal for now, it was unknown what would happen once that facade fell apart. Even more concerning was the tomb's surroundings. Despite sending sebas to inspect the outside the butler had been unable to probe the surroundings. As one exited the tomb, they were greeted to a white mist that refused to allow entrance. And despite momonga sending many creatures of various power levels and skill sets, none of them had been able to interact with the wall in any meaningful manner.
It was with great reluctance and no small amount of protest from the npcs, that momonga finally decided to approach the most himself, to cast analytical magic. Under such conditions the current situation arose. With a fully armed albedo by his side, and the rest of the level 100 guardians prepped to release their most powerful attack should anything come through the mist to attack their master.
With all the buffs that momonga could stack having been applied, a skeletal hand reached out, preparing to cast the spell [greater analysis] which allowed him to find out the features of what he touches. But at the moment that his hand touches the mist, before he can even cast the spell, it goes through what had been reported as a solid wall, momonga after a moment's thought, decides to take a step into the mist.
Once his form had fully exited the tomb, the mist seemed to scurry away, revealing a barren landscape of white sand, the sky pitch black, with a blood red moon, casting down a red glow illuminating the grounds of this white desert.
It was then that the guardians quickly exited the tomb, to reinforce their lord. Where they saw their lord slowly walking through the white sand. It was as he reached thirty feet away from the tomb, that he slowly knelt down to grasp at the sand, seeing that the guardians made a perimeter around him, so that they could protect, but being careful not to disturb their lord.
It was as Momonga let the 'sand' trickle through his Boney hand that he was able to determine the actual composition of the ground. It was the very same material that momonga had used to grasp it.
Momonga was currently seated in a desert of crushed bones. And though such an event should be disturbing, momonga felt a sense of calm, like what one might feel after returning home from a day of work. As his hand returned to the ground to feel the bones once again, a connection was formed between him and land. Then almost on instinct momonga shifted the immaterial mana within him into the ground below. Turning the bone sand into a clay like substance. When lifting his hand the white 'clay' orb stuck to it. Till momonga lifted it up to stare into the swirling mass of mana and bone. Then as easily as he had transformed the sand into clay, a thought entered his mind and the white mass began to shed from his hand, until a eerily white butterfly sat in his hands, looking at its complex form of paper thin bones, and blood red colouring intertwining with the white, momonga threw his hands up in surprise, just to watch the butterfly flap its wings and float off into the distance.
It was about two hours since Momonga had exited the tomb, and his new found ability had been found to only work on the bone sand or those that originated from said bone sand. Strangely enough only momonga had exhibited the ability to form creatures from the mysterious plane, not even Pandora's actor, who momonga had called upon to do some test( with great embarrassment) had been able to invoke the mysterious reaction that formed life from the bones.
The creation of these bone beasts as a momonga had taken to calling them, did not seem to have a limit in number or duration. And all seemed to be permanent, but all the creatures had only shown indifference to momonga, and no signs of loyalty. In addition to that the amount of mana it took to create one exponentially increased with both size and power. with his current mana capacity momonga estimated that he could create a creature roughly the size of a large truck with the upper power of a level thirty character.
So it seemed that the creation of small creatures or plant-like matter was more efficient mana wise, and as they all seemed to be registered as undead, momonga was able to cast dominant undead on his creations to use for scouting this unfamiliar landscape.
It was from a swarm of the bone butterfly that momonga had created and took under his control using dominant undead, that momonga was finally able to understand this realm that he had found himself in. It seemed to be a circle with a radius of 10km and was mostly made up of the bone sand with large dunes marking the landscape. With only two notable features one was a large lake with what seemed to be filled with a liquid of some kind, and a pit, with a dark swirling mass at the base.
And while the lake was fairly harmless to the butterfly, with only a couple sinking due to the weight of the water and wet wings, the black mass was harder to explain. While the butterflies could pass through it, the scenery changed drastically, with it being a dark land, with light barely struggling through the thickly covered sky. Not to mention Momonga's connection to the butterflies became strained, as the ablilty to maintain undead slave sight decreased . And the magic consumption shot up ten times. This was on top of the much poor quality being transmitted. Then as the connection worsened as if its path was being slowly strangled closed. Momonga decided to test something, and ordered the butterfly to return through the mass 20 secs after their connection had been terminated.
