In the year 2138, with the Earth rotted inside and out, technology has evolved to allow people to escape that world. With many virtual realities to choose from, one flung itself to the top. From hundreds of races and thousands of classes, none could come close to Yggdrasil. Despite its initial success, popularity has fallen over the twelve years due to advancing technology. Now the last day has come, and the servers will shut down at midnight.

Within the world of Helheim, deep inside a great tomb, a peculiar figure has shown up in a large marble room. They are goat-like in appearance, covered in black fur and standing on two legs. They're only in the default undergarments all new players wear, not that there is anything to cover up. The figure stands still for a moment before looking around, eyes slowly wandering over every item in the room. They give a slight snort, a hand on their hip.

"Well well well, looks like our glorious leader has kept our lair of villainy in peak condition." He chuckled, flexing his free hand, a golden ring with an engraved red gem on his ring finger. He had a second Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown made a few months before his company fell under. It was made as a promise to himself to get back on before the games shut down. While he did make it back, he knew this would be the last thing he did.

The smirk he made in real life as he teleported to the treasury hurt just like the rest of him did, thankfully movements were all mental within the dive technology. He passed the ring off to Pandora's Actor, appraising Momonga's NPC before heading deeper into the treasury proper. It didn't take long to find where all their gear was kept, while everyone had told the overlord to sell their stuff, he knew it would still be around.

A quick change later and he truly felt like the demon of catastrophe he was. As he headed out, he re-equipped his original copy of the ring and saluted the militaristic doppelganger. "Mind keeping this a secret for me?" He asked, feeling in a slightly chatty mood despite the lack of response from the NPC. "You see, I can't just show up and say hello, not after all these years." He grinned as his arms moved around in a show of grandeur, his weakening heart beating faster as his excitement grew.

"I'm gonna put on a show in the final moments, one final shebang that'll be remembered for the next ten thousand years! To show that even in our final moments Ainz Ooal Gown will never falter!" His exclamation threw him into a coughing fit that lasted just a little too long. Though he soon shook his head with another grin, giving one last wave before teleporting away.

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He popped up just outside the tomb in time to see Momonga had logged in. The pep talk he had with the Doppelganger got him riled up, enough that he almost missed Herohero logging in as well. He was fairly close with the black slime, enough to know what company he worked for. So seeing him online was more than surprising, though that just meant a bigger audience. He waited a couple minutes before heading further out from the tomb, having sent out a couple camera golems to capture some extra angles.

With a cast of Fly, Ulbert flew up a few dozen meters above the ground. He cast a couple sixth tier Explosions before having the cameras turn on. They no doubt heard, and will see as well, they along with everyone left in the nine realms. He grinned, waiting a few seconds to let the confusion and smoke settle. Even if only in the last moments of a game, this was what he lived for. With a deep inhale, he began the speech of all speeches.

"For too long, the nine realms have known peace. For too long have they prospered!." He bellowed, his arms spread out to gesture to everything around him. "The Shitty Devs no doubt spoke of the servers shutting down, but that was only a cover-up! In truth they won't be shut down, but destroyed!" Within his hands a fiery spell began to form, but not just any spell, for only one could conjure such hellish flames.

"I had collaborated long ago with the other World Disasters, burning their souls to create my last great catastrophe." He knew if facial expressions were allowed, even the devs would shudder at his grin. The spell finished charging, and then continued growing more powerful. It was a long kept secret between the World Disasters, but Grand Catastrophe theoretically could grow infinitely in power. Though the lengthened charge time kept them to the third level or below.

He saw chat move much faster than it should've, people screaming in the world chat for him to stop. Herohero sent a thumbs up emoji before logging out, and Momonga sent one too many laughing emojis. Ulbert could only chuckle, the spell reaching a white and violet swirl before he finished his speech, making sure to time it with the actual shut down. He mentally closed the chat box, staring into the main camera.

"Your pleas will not save you, Yggdrasil will burn." He began in an almost mocking tone, enjoying the misery he no doubt caused. "Just remember as you are consumed by the flames that I, the Demon of Catastrophe, am the undisputed God of Destruction!" His shouting caught up to him as he began coughing, noticing through the pain wracking through his body how he did receive that title. He had not noticed the time reaching midnight however, or the sudden breeze he began to feel.

With what he thought were his final seconds, he threw out the arm holding the spell. "Grand Catastrophe!" He bellowed in what he recognized as not entirely his voice, he looked up from the arm he coughed into, watching the beyond supertier spell fly out in an unfamiliar world.

Author Notes

New Story, and with a cliffhanger to boot. Don't know if I'll continue this, mainly cause motivation sucks to get. If I do though, expect it to not just be 1k words like this one. Anyway, peace out people.