High on top of a large mountain, sits an immense structure. That is ever eternal, in myth ever-present, The birthplace of magnificent beings that are beyond the perception of simple mortals. The residence of entities that can wipe out nations with just a wave of their hands. The Court that made many mortals bow their heads in worship, the Palace that many feared to enter.

Mount Olympus.

This mountain was famous in mythology for the origin of the whole Greek culture, which was centered around this mythical place. Without this mountain, there wouldn't be stories of wild imagination, tales of gods, and monsters. Of Titans that once challenged the gods. Of Hercules becoming one of the very gods themselves. Of Zeus snatching the title of King of the gods from his father.

This however is not a tale of the Mythological Gods or heroes. No, this is of a man who is a Player. A tale of a man who created a whole pantheon from scratch in a dimension far from reach. This will be a tale about the man who made himself God. How he made the mythos real. Yet set the stage for other beings similar to him, to become challengers and allies alike. This is a tale of betrayal, and untrustworthy allies, reliably to nonreliable 'friends'. Brutal adversaries, cruelty, grand darkness, and even greater evil committed, by unfortunate tales of mortals and those who fight for their ideals. And by the end, you will be wondering if this is any different from the myth.

A sumptuous throne sits at the center of a large platform, flanked by two large, but less ornate seats for the queen and brother of the king.

The throne is covered in gilded emblems and is fixed on each of the rather slim feet. The comfortable pillows are a light orchid and have been adorned with emblazoned tracery. Upon the platform that overlooks the whole throne room, sitting on a throne surrounded by lightning, sat the king of the gods of Olympus.

Zeus.

"Only a few left. At least I have fewer complaints now. When this game shuts down, I will finally stop hearing the criticisms and pure bitterness the player base has."

The satisfaction in his voice was palpable, but with some level of reminiscence, it could be felt by the whole throne room as he sat like a dignified ruler, like the God-king he pretended to be.

His character had the characteristics of a human yet was different. For one, he was elevated even when sitting down; his stature could be seen by any spectator who visited the throne room. The entirety of his form was muscular, benefiting from the Greek Godking. His eyes and aura spoke volumes about his power and sovereignty.

Countless were sad about the deletion of the most popular DMMO-RPG called Yggdrasil, but he was too. He wouldn't say that he was, though. He had a life after all. He heard the news from the higher-ups in the debriefing. Not that he made his thoughts known, seeing how life was hard without a job, he wanted to keep on to this as long as possible.

He would be lying if he said he didn't treasure this game. The game itself was wonderful, yet it got tiresome, occasionally. However, his job was just pure annoyance that caused him to bang his head against the nearest wall, resulting in a headache. But that wasn't the point; he had to deal with people who made his job an annoyance. People ask the dumbest questions like.

1. "How do I use my spells? They are not working."

2. "So, how exactly do you make deals with the NPC when I kill them before?"

3. "Is there any copper/silver/gold in the game?"

4. "What is a spell?"

He had to deal with these types of trolls all day and slow, retarded, idiotic people, who couldn't even navigate a map to save their lives, and worse of all, the old people who got on these games were beyond him, but they were slower than the retarded people. Which only intensified his hatred.

Yggdrasil, a game for the ages, is a beautiful land of adventure and wonder, a land where dreams could be attained. A land of adventure neverending. It was a really good game, he had to give the developers their props for creating a work of art. Even after 12 years the player base still hasn't traversed more than 67 percent of Yggdrasil and that was with them spending years on adventuring true new lands.

When Yggdrasil was in its infancy, it boasted players from mostly Japan but in its popularity, it hosted players from different corners of the world. The levels of racism and Pking were the real reason that Yggdrasil was dying. People cursed the developers for not doing anything about it, and when they didn't respond, people began to exaggerate the level of racism dithering new players.

He was a man in his late thirties. His life mainly consists of slacking off and playing video games or otherwise staring at a computer screen for a little over seventeen hours, damaging his eyes to the point of wearing glasses. And getting a few hours of sleep, making him gain bags under his eyes as a result of not resting.

Unlikely as it appeared, Jin Masayuki, acquired a position as a GM for one of the largest gaming companies in Japan and received a more than adequate amount of pay. If the job wasn't so tiresome, he would enjoy his job a little more. But sometimes it wasn't to be, as this was the final time Yggdrasil would be online to his knowledge. Yggdrasil II will not be online until about six to nine years, and it still hasn't been announced to the general public, making tension rise. The development agency was doing this.

After this game ends, he would start to enjoy the wealth he had amassed, which would last him twelve to twenty years, twenty-five if he rationed it. And considering that he didn't like to spend it, it could potentially last him this estimate. Which would make his life all the more comfortable.

"Only ten more minutes until shutdown"

He yearned for the sweet release that the game shutdown would bring, no more talking to trolls. No more talking to idiots and retards, having to deal with thousands of complaints, every day, and having to skip meals to keep up with the changes the development agency performed daily. No more having to deal with people shouting and raging every time they believed they were cheated out on the amount of drop they received(which was mostly true, not that they could do anything but ). No more.

He hoped it would take longer to make Yggdrasil two because the gods knew how many problems he had with the first one. He had to go through countless problems from the first that made him despise the players and the game that bestowed new sets of work schedules that made him miss countless hours of sleep and anime.

He wanted to rage quit many times but convinced himself that he needed the money, and since his father and his siblings cut him out of the will, he didn't have any money to fall back on, making him have to keep the only job that he could do that didn't involve physical labor like the ones every poor person had to do to survive.

This must seem like he's whining, but he was thankful that he didn't have to work in a factory with bad health care and minimal pay. At least with Yggdrasil, they were a multi-billion dollar company that could afford to pay their workers a substantial amount for their time and effort, but that doesn't make it any less taxing on the mind.

"Since it is the last day of this game, all I have to do is sit back and relax and let the development agencies take this troublesome game away."

With a wave of his hand, a table appeared. He placed his 'legs' on it and, with his hands behind his head, he calmly waited on the timer that was slowly counting down. A smile emoji appeared beside his head. Anyone who saw it would feel creeped out as the emoji had darkness enveloping it with a blue fire and cruelty.

22:56

22:57

22:58

22:59

00:00

00:01

00:02

00:03

"That's weird"

For those who will be wondering, this is my fanfiction from my old account and rewrote the fanfiction here.