Never thought that this will come out this fast. But yeah, it is finally here.
And if you are wondering about Powerlevels and other stuffs, then I won't spoil you.
Now, enjoy the prologue...
Scrolling the list of items, the Overlord of Nazarick was having a hard to select the right item. The YGGDRASIL was going to shut down their servers in few weeks and hevwanted to celebrate the last day with his remaining friends. Thus, rather than staying in his tomb, he was shopping some goods for the last day.
Goods which he wanted to add in his inventory and few extra stuffs, just to satiate his collector's spirit. He had been doing this for 3 months ago. And so far, he had collected a lot rare and interesting items. Either for the sake of collection or, for the purpose of his undead rituals.
Being an Overlord race of the skeleton undeadkind, the highest category of skeleton roleplayer, Momonga had a skill called Dark Wisdom under his vast array of skills, which he used to increase his spell capacity. Currently, he was doing the same.
Not wanted to just waste the gears of the former players, who sold the items in the YGGDRASIL market, Momonga took it upon himself to collect them and apply his Dark Wisdom skill on them. And he met with success with some of them. His current spell capacity was over 2750 at the current moment.
Yup, he bought all those gears from his own money, not the one from his guild's treasury. He was still a little stingy from inside.
Thinking back at his past decisions, regarding the travels over the 9 worlds, Momonga didn't feel any sort of remorse. Though he would be overjoyed if his friends accompanied him at the final moments of YGGDRASIL.
[ Location : Grenbera Swamp, 23 : 45 ]
It was a dark, murky place in the realm of Helheim. A land of deads where only despair and undeath reigned supreme. Here, a certain mage in dark robes was preparing for the final farewell of the game that he once adored. Though the number had severely decreased, he didn't mind though.
Among all the things that he purchased, the fireworks were one such things that he bought as well. He wanted to enjoy the fireworks alongwith his friends, so he bought for them too. However, he only met with disregard of his invitations. But crying was not something he would do. He would never fall that low.
So he did the smart thing. He sold the fireworks that he didn't need to use. Only the ones that he wanted to fire.
In normal circumstances, he would never sell them back. But after spending so much money on the auctioned items, lost gears, rare artifacts and expensive cash shop items, he had enough of this.
He understood that he was just wasting his own time and his friends' time as well. They would never like this Momonga, who was still obsessed with the game. To spend the last moments of this game, he went too far. So, he did the correct thing to sell the rest them off.
Nazarick was fine without him. There was hardly any invader at this point.
Shaking away the thoughts of his second home, he lit the fireworks off. He would rather enjoy on his own. The fireworks went high enough and then they shone with the muti-coloured glitters in a systematic yet beautiful patterns.
The darkest skies of Helheim was glittering with all sorts of light and patterns that put his mind at ease. While all this was happening, YGGDRASIL was counting its last seconds.
10..
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
0...
Yet the fateful end of his journey didn't come. He was still in his avatar, with no change in his looks. Though the same couldn't be said for his surroundings, which looked rather rocky and dark.
His surprise didn't reach too high as the emotion inhibiter kicked at the right time.
The only intelligible words came out from his bony jaws were,
"Where the hell am I?"
His voice was different than normal and he heard it as well. He touched his own neck, or what should be considered as a neck. Surprised by his own baritone, he let the Guild Weapon go for a moment, but quickly held it back.
"What happened to my voice? And why do I feel so... calm?"
He exclaimed at the current transition of himself from a swamp to a rocky dungeon. Confusion, fear and curiosity welled up within him, but he didn't feel panic at all.
His line of sight went to a Minotaur who was approaching towards him. The Minotaur in question was naked, something that should be impossible for a Demihuman race like this.
In YGGDRASIL, demihuman races consisted of bipedal races like Minotaurs as well, with their special ability to move through any maze like area. They lived under a labyrinth and considered as a playable race. Thus, they wore an underwear at the very least, otherwise the players would be ejected out of the game. But, the current view told Momonga otherwise...
For next few minutes, he did various experiments that would be enough to eject him out of the game, but so far, nothing happened. Even the poor Minotaur was dead already, leaving a crystal behind his now fallen body.
Momonga was anything, but not a high class investigator. It was Punitto and Tabula, who were good in solving such mysterious problems. Momonga was just a leader who knew the weaknesses and strengths of his guildmembers, which was the main reason behind his lack of activity in actual PVP battles. Those battles were real issues for his role-playing build. Therefore, he was rather clueless of his true situation.
Yet, he understood few things from his series of experiments and the layout of this possible cave or dungeon.
"Hmm, there are few more of them."
He stared at his right and saw few Goblins, Orcs and Infant Dragons, who stared at him with hate. Most likely, they saw him killing the Minotaur and now, they thought of him as an enemy.
"How odd. Here I am fighting against the very same demihumans who once killed me for fun. Well, I truly don't know what's going on. But let's see where this all takes me. Better do something than wasting time over thinking about the impossible."
And with that, he killed them with ease. Momonga used the spells like [Chain Lighting] for killing multiple targets at once, while [Thunderlance] to wipe out the targets who were gawking at him.
The battle ended quite fast. And the entire floor was full of crystals, i.e. the remains of the now dead monsters. It was kind of disappointing battle, but he didn't mind though. They were already weak enough and unequipped which showed their lack of intellect regarding battles.
Not wanting to let these crystals into waste, he opted to use the undead summons to carry them. After all, there were too many to carry alone.
[Create Low Tier Undead : Elder Lich]
As he activated his Overlord trait, a black goo like substance emerged out of nowhere, and fell upon one of the crystal near Momonga. Watching this unseen spectacle of his racial trait, Momonga stepped back in surprise.
"This never happened in YGGDRASIL!"
His exclamation fell to deaf ears, as the goo took the shape of his familiar undead summon, an Elder Lich, who stared at him with blank expression, or whatever expression a skeleton could make.
Staring at his creation, Momonga wondered if he could do the same with other crystals as well.
"This is very interesting..."
Indeed, he was really interested to know about his current circumstances, though the same was not true for the Gods above this dungeon, who might not like the existence of someone like Momonga at all.