DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN OVERLORD
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YGGDRASIL.
The best DMMO-RPG ever existed for most people, considered the gaming revolution of the late 212X era. It's immersive gameplay, customization of characters and intricate system allowed for an unprecedented gaming experience.
Most people saw as something more: the ability to be someone else, allowing it to become the perfect escapism fantasy. A place when you can forget the miserable life. Somewhere to flee the destroyed planet.
Somewhere to truly be able to be oneself.
YGGDRASIL became the perfect escape of the sad, soul-crushing, toxic and beyond recovery world that was called Earth. A sad memory of what once was a beautiful planet.
However, the waves of YGGDRASIL went far beyond Earth.
Another, world, a New World, has been influenced for long time by YGGDRASIL, which somehow served as a nexus between the earthling players and the new, magical, vibrant world.
YGGDRASIL has been a source of might, magic, myth, fear, despair, heroism and dread, as the arrival of players from YGGDRASIL have changed this New World in unimaginable ways.
From the first six, who saved humanity from extinction, to the eight kings, whose crusade of destruction and avarice decimated entire civilizations and races, bringing the end of the draconic dominance.
But no changes have been so profound than the ones produced by the six wave of drifters.
An Undead God, powerful and cunning, ruthless and merciful, brutal and forgiving, took the known world between his skeletal hands and reshaped it. The changes were so big, so profound that the timeline was divided by the ages before his descent and after it.
His kingdom being so prosperous and powerful and his influence so vast that only the most remote areas of this world are still ignorant of it's existence. In fact, it's often called a mythical kingdom, so advanced that it's often accepted that only a god could have created that marvel.
His interactions with other YGGDRASIL drifters have also been recorded in history. Chronicles of great alliances and devastating wars were written, baffling most of their readers, because things documented as historical facts can only be found on tales of demigods and mighty, mystical magic. But the veracity of the recordings could not be denied.
And in a world so changed and shaped by this god, the last group of drifters, the last ones allowed to come thanks to the last bits of magic of an ancient dragon, have finally arrived.
Finally, the path between YGGDRASIL and this no longer young world have closed.
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THE LAST DRIFTERS
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PROLOGUE: A FINAL WORLD WAVE
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Chapter 1: Farewells
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YGGDRASIL
Musspelheim
21 october, 2138:
A colossal battle was ensuing between a group of twenty players and the last Bonus Boss of Musspelheim.
"It's charging again!"
"Hurry hurry!"
One of the advantages of being the last day of YGGDRASIL was, aside from most guilds having happy reunions between players after who knows how long, the chance of completing most of the events and getting the milestones that were unable to get before.
This was one of them: A chance to defeat a powered-up version of Surt, the fire giant, and get the title of "Ultimate conqueror of Musspelheim."
Yes, those shitty devs ran out of ideas on titles and events by the end of the game.
"Cover me!"
"I'm going!"
The demon player launched himself in front of his fellow dracogirl player.
[SKILL: FLAME ABSORB!]
Surt expelled a not particulary wide but very concentrated beam of pure fire. Of course, to most players, that beam would have meant instadeath. But his flame demon racial classes made him immune to fire and the flame absorb allowed him to use the attack to recharge a portion of his MP.
The last part of the battle was almost over. And they had a lot of problems because the devs decided (as always) to be trolls and give some overpowered buffs to this boss.
[SKILL: COLOSSUS MIGHT!]
[SKILL: ANCIENTS POWER!]
[SKILL: BOULDER CRASH!]
[SKILL: BERSERKER BARRAGE!]
The golem and dwarf players rammed directly into Surt's body, dealing a lot of damage. However, Surt's, reacting to the attack, increased the potency of his… er… magmatic aura... (yes, I cringed too with that name, nice one shitty devs), forcing the retreat of the golem player. Sadly, the dwarf one was still into attack mode, the second biggest drawback of the berserk status (the first one is friendly fire always on) and was unable to get out.
Surt focused its fire on him. Although the berserker class allows to still fight despite having 0 hp, it was still a matter of time before death. And another unnecessarily ridiculous buff of the magmatic aura is preventing stat changes to the affected one, so no healing or resurrection magic. Four seconds later…
"RANSA HAS DIED!"
"YOU BASTARD!"
Losing one of the damage dealers was never a good thing, especially against an event boss. Fortunately, poor Ransa had already accomplished his part.
And now, time to close the curtains.
"IT'S READY! EVERYONE GET OUT!" shouted the dracogirl.
Everyone immediately got the hell away from Surt.
The dracogirl finally released the spell after a minute of chanting.
[COLD DEATH]
The wand in her scaly hand broke in pieces. Suddenly, a giant black hole formed around Surt, dealing a lot of dark-type damage and lowering the temperature of its surroundings, negating his magmatic aura. Half a second later, it became encased in ice. A dark blue, partially transparent ice that looked more like a singularity prison of some sci-fi series.
Another half a second later, the ice exploded, generating a lot of damage to Surt. Enough to deplete the remaining HP and trigger the death animation.
"Hey! Back to level 100!" The dracogirl was happily bouncing in the spot.
"Congratulations players for defeating the eve-"
"Blah Blah Blah, seen this already, shitty devs. Just give us the damn skull, staff and blade!" shouted angrily the demon player.
"Not everyone." said the golem player.
"Sorry"
After the message and receiving the spoils, another message popped
"Congratulations players for defeating the event boss Surt under 30 minutes. You have obtained the achievement "Bane of Musspelheim". The player has been granted:
2% damage reduction from all fire sources
2% damage increase from using water and ice-based skills, spells or abilities.
2% extra damage dealt against giants and giant-sized opponents."
2% extra damage dealt against enemies with fire affinity."
"A lame achievement, deserving of lame boosts" snarked a goat player. The two angel players behind him agreed with him.
"Well, the cool names were depleted a long time ago, what did you expected?" retorted not without reason a minotaur player.
Another message pooped out.
"Congratulations for defeating the event boss Surt with a maximum of 20 players. You have been awarded with the artifact item "Cloak of Ashes."
"Now that is quite interesting" said a tigress player, approaching the item.
Using an all-appraisal artifact ring, she discerned the loot.
"The following dark grey colored cloak is the artifact item "Cloak of ashes". It grants the wearer:
-Immunity to environmental fire-based damage
-Fire resistance V
-Light resistance III
-Double mana regeneration
-Allows the user to cast "Ash and dust screen."
"Now that's nice" smiled the player being the tigress avatar. "Hey Yobelith, I guess this was made for you".
The goat player grabbed the cloak en equipped it.
"That's really cool" said the dracogirl.
Indeed, the cloak made his avatar look awesome. The color of his fur combined with the dust-falling visual effect of the cloak made him look like a demon out of the bottom plane of hell. Well, they were literally on a hellish area, so the effect was even more terrifying.
"If only I had found this 5 years ago…" lamented Yobelith. Indeed, the artifact was an excellent addition to his build, and it could have helped to use stronger gear had he found it sooner.
"C'mon, we got a lot of very useful titles and gear that we won't be able to use anymore. Don't sulk." Said the taller angel player.
"A lot of the fun is completing quest and raids. You know that some of the over glorified drop is basically junk" the shorter angel said.
"Hey chief. Could just get out of here? My buffs are off and I'm starting to get heat damage" an orcish valkyrie player requested.
"Sure"
"Hey, don't forget reviving Ransa! And get his hatchet!"
"Sure!"
After fulfilling the request, the taller angel opened a Gate, directly into the Nine Worlds Network.
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Alkor' Ziggurat, Arkandia's Guildbase
Six Floor's Meeting Hall
Jotunnheim
"Hahahahaha, 13 times?! That must be a new record" Yobelith poked fun at poor Ransa.
Obtaining quick revival wasn't difficult, specially if you bought a very expensive cash item that greatly diminishes the cooldown. An item very fitting for him, considering that his berserker job class was designed for brutal but reckless attacking mechanics.
What was impressive now was that, somehow, he managed to die 13 times in that session AND not get below level 95.
"Ah, shaddap."
"Well, jokes aside, there has to be an achievement for managing that" said the golem player.
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…silence…
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"Ransa?" asked the taller angel player, clearly worried about having a lag. Possibly, considering the large number of players returning for a last play.
"…actually…" Ransa started but stopped again.
"Check this" said, before summoning two rings from his inventory.
"ok, those have to be the most CHEAT REVIVAL RINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN, HOW THE HELL?!" the orcish valkyrie was losing her mind "SEVEN FREE REVIVALS?!"
Ransa just stayed still "read this."
Suddenly they received a forwarded message.
"YGGDRASIL devs are very worried about your problems surviving in the game. In order to help you, and as a commemoration of having died 13 times in one session, you have been awarded the Lucky Seven Ring. This ring allows you to revive up to seven times without XP or item loss, with fully recharged HP, MP, skills and abilities.
Please enjoy the game and don't worry about dying anymore."
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Silence
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"…there's more."
"As a reward for being the first player to obtain the "Do not die anymore" achievement ever, we award you with and additional Lucky Seven Ring.
The dev team is glad with your perseverance with our game."
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More silence
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The golem player: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Both angel players: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The demon player: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Yobelith: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The tigress player….
Ok you got the point.
This mock achievement solidified the game developers as the biggest trolls on the entire gamer community, worthy of their moniker "shitty devs".
And the requirements to get such overpowered item (and two of them) were more than enough proof of why Ransa was the only player in the entire YGGDRASIL's lifetime to obtain it.
After five minutes of laughing their asses out…
Cof Cof "sorry Ransa but-"(chuckles) "that is-" The minotaur player laughed again, starting a chain reaction.
Why Ransa didn't go spontaneous combustion in the spot was a big mystery.
"Damn, that was hilarious" The shorter player angel wanted to laugh again. Fortunately for poor Ransa, everyone was too tired to laugh again.
"Thinking about it, almost no one would try to get that item." said the tigress. "It has to be the biggest medal of dishonor in the entire game!"
"Talking about medals of dishonor, my dear Savanaah…" Retorted Ransa. After being ridiculed for 10 minutes, he won't let go of the chance.
"C'mon. It was a long time ago." the tigress tried but failed to minimize incident.
"But it still hurts isn't?" Countered the dwarf. The lack of facial expression couldn't hide the huge grin of the player being the dwarven avatar.
Yobelith, the demon and golem player didn't miss the opportunity and sided immediately with Ransa. Poor Savannah was forced to tell again the tale of how, immediately after completing the tutorial, had an encounter with a level 1 goblin equipped with a death wand.
Of course, she died immediately, and received as compensation an item called "Third is the charm", an item that negated three instadeath attacks.
Another medal of dishonor. She never used it, by the way, but didn't threw it away either.
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A few more minutes were expended talking about other funny event and disgraces that the guild faced.
"My apologies, my Japanese guildmates, but as you may know, in my new place is morning, and right now I have to get up to work" Yobelith announced. "So, I think I'm leaving again my stuff and logging out for the last time."
A small silence ensued, reflecting the sadness of the last goodbye of the guild.
"Well, then as your guildmaster, I will lead the way to your rooms" The taller angel said.
"Lead the way" Ransa said.
"By the way, I'm also logging out. A special time-based mission would start in ten minutes in Aberage 2.0, so I'm in" said Savannah.
"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME, YOU CHEAP BASTARD?!" The orcish valkyrie expressed her anger very loudly.
"…I did."
After a few seconds of checking mails, she had to sheepishly apologize to her tigress friend.
"Guess half of you are leaving right now isn't?" the angelic guild master guessed correctly.
After returning their gear, 10 of the 20 players were saying their last farewells.
He would have loved for them to stay till the end, but he couldn't say nothing but thanks for having returned for a while at least. Real life is, of course, a greater priority, even for him, and many of them have developed other interests, like the new version of Aberage.
Most of course (including him) had to prioritize their work and life, but still, having some nice moments of sharing time with friends make him extremely happy.
What a contrast with the real world, a reality not out of place of some of the noir/cyberpunk early 21st century movies: A world grim, dark, toxic, where people are forced to overwork, where people's most important goal is to survive to the next year… month… day... Most people only thinking in themselves because they need a survivalist mentality to prevail.
Social interactions and friendship were becoming scarce and having more online friends than real life ones was no longer a trait of the reclusive loners, but a frightening reality.
"Why Earth has to be like this? Is there any other world out there to go?"
Trying to shake is mind of those black thoughts, the guildmaster decided to focus on the remaining 9 guild members.
"Yes, the reunion is not over."
"So, is your sister ok?" Asked the guildmaster.
"Yes, she recovered almost completely" answered the golem player.
The chats restarted. Talking about the (sad) life outside the game, complaining about how Aberage 2.0 became more popular than YGGDRASIL and took away a lot of players, visiting their created NPC and some dungeon locations, making fun of each other…
Being happy, far away from the dumpster that has became Earth.
Eventually, goodbyes had to be said, so they went to their rooms, returned the gear and logged out for the last time, leaving the guildmaster angel, the shorter one and Ransa.
"Weird being seen in starter gear again" Said Ransa.
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When a player is deprived of all items, they automatically receive plain starting cloths corresponding to their class. The devs correctly predicted that someone would try to use the gearless state as a possible loophole to get naked avatars.
And those perverts were very disappointed when it was discovered that it wasn't possible.
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"You didn't have to return your gear in any case." said the shorter angel. "You could just have logged out in your prime."
"Its tradition, dude. You two being the last regulars means that you were the only allowed to keep your gear while logging out. That was the agreement."
"Still, we weren't that regular, mate. Not everyday we logged in".
"But it was far more logins than any of us. And thanks to that, the Ziggurat is still in pristine state."
"You have to thanks dad for being the biggest addict of all."
"Ah, shaddap!" his guildmaster father answered.
Although it was an unspoken rule that one of the prerequisites to be the guild master was to have the first or second greatest amount of play time, it was still far from being called addiction.
It still earned a few chuckles from the son and Ransa.
The dwarf still looked around, amazed that the place was still as magnificent as ever.
Of course, there were other guilds whose expenditure in dungeon base could be only described as absurd, but that didn't make the ziggurat less than amazing.
In fact, it was well done. Perfectly placed defensive systems, resource efficient, structurally optimal and enough data space to add a lot of flavor to it.
"I'm going to miss all of this."
"…it's time to go."
"You could stay till the server shutdown" Tried to tempt the guildmaster "It's only 38 minutes left."
"I'll lov-" A big yawn was heard. "I'll love to do that, but these days of overwork are killing me. And I'm pretty sure that I'll fall asleep inside the game. Do you have awakened still connected to the dive gear? Dude, just listen to me: that is the worst case of sensorial derangement you could ever experience."
"…that bad?"
"It's very short term but is NASTY."
"Fair enough"
It was a shame that he couldn't stay, but he wasn't going to ask for more. Returning for a last game was more than enough. He could only be grateful.
"Thanks for being here, since the beginning."
"And thanks for being a great guildmaster" A fist bump between him and the guildmaster ensued. "And you too" Another fist bump to the shorter angel.
"I'll be missing you, blackbeard." Said the shorter angel.
"Don't forget to visit your wolf girl before leaving."
"And you make sure to not die again."
"FOOK OFF!"
Ransa has logged out.
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Trivia: Had Ransa not died in the Surt event, an additional drop would have appeared: The World Item Atlas.
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AN: Hey there! This is Buujack, and I'm making my first (hopefully) successful attempt of making a fanfic about Overlord.
As you may have guessed, this fanfic is set in the future, exactly 300 after Ainz arrived. And this is going to be also the last wave of players that come to the New World.
There you would see how much the New World has changed, and, as you may have guessed, Ainz has been the most successful player of all, having basically splitted the eras before and after his arrival.
Everything until the half-elf god kin arc is canon. Depending on how the two last volumens develop, I may call this fic an AU of weld it has an AU sequel.
Because of the above, small changes might be made. Also, I will be analyzing the structure of YGGDRASIL system, and any loophole I find I'm abusing it. And, maybe, I might the altering a bit YGGDRASIL mechanics (don't worry, I won't destroy the structure to make a wish fulfillment fic, that is not how Overlord works).
Just a little request: If I made a mistake regarding the setting or how the Overlord universe works, let me know please (some of you might already be aware of the fact that I tend to forget some details of the light novels).
And as you may see, I'll be dropping some random trivia regarding my fic.
And Thanks to Mad-Dan90 for his advice and Mister Grin for allowing me to use the achievement and title system that he used.
Well, enjoy. Hope you like it.
Buujack out!
