After that, he knew his life wasn't going to be the same again he became one of the members of Aniz Ooal Gown by the name of Superman with his help, they managed to collect 14 of the 16 world items. made sure to max out his characters magic and fighting capabilities. at this current moment is at the round table sitting alone as it's the last day of YGGDRASIL.
*The scene shifts to the Great Tomb of Nazarick, specifically the Round Table room. he sit upon one of the 42 ornate chairs designed for the Supreme Beings of Ainz Ooal Gown. his character, Superman, is fully maxed out—a god among players.*
*It is the final hour. 22:30:00. The server shutdown is imminent.*
"I was hoping at least one of them would be here, but most of them have either quit or just forgot about the game. I'm surprised My momonga isn't here honestly maybe that's one of the things that being used to me here changed." He said
*The room is eerily silent save for the distant hum of the server. He's right—the other Supreme Beings have either logged off or are simply absent. He notices Momonga's empty seat, the one that should be the most ornate and central.*
"Momonga things must be going really good for you in the real world if you're not here." he said with a tired side, he got up, revealing his specially adorned clothes.*His specially adorned clothes—his unique mix of Kryptonian and draconic attire—shimmer in the dim light. The black scales along his jacket catch the glow of the magical runes etched into the Round Table.* "Perhaps. Or maybe he's just... forgotten about this place."he just Sighed *The staff of Ainz Ooal Gown leans against his chair, a symbol of power and leadership he helped build over countless hours and adventures. As he exits the Round Table room, he feels a pang of nostalgia mixed with acceptance. The server shutdown clock ticks down in the background.*
*As he steps into the corridor, the Pleiades Battle Maids stand in perfect formation, silent and unmoving like statues. Sebas Tian stands at the ready by the grand staircase. To any other player, they were mere NPCs, but to him, they were the only company left in this dying world.*
*He up to them, murmuring a quiet greeting.*
"It's been years since I watched overlord, but I don't know what's going to happen next." He says "follow me." he said making them follow him seeing as how he's been the only player in here for years and he's technically the guild master before every player left or quit the game he had them placed their items in the treasury on his fingers are the rings of aniz Ooal gown he also used his authority to change a few things for instance shelter I put the she's madly in love with Superman into her and Albedo's programming already
*The Battle Maids and Sebas follow him obediently, their perfect forms moving gracefully despite being trapped in MPC mode. As he leads them to the throne room, the rings of Ainz Ooal Gown glint on his fingers, a symbol of his absolute authority.*
he opens the door to the throne room, looking at the statue of grandeur and loneliness. Albedo is positioned next to the throne, her perfect form frozen in MPC mode. The 42 flags hang motionless above, each representing one of the Supreme Beings. Among them, one bears his unique symbol—a blend of the House of El and draconic motifs.*
*He takes his seat upon the throne, the plush cushions enveloping him. His gaze falls upon the server shutdown countdown looming above the entrance—00:12:34... 12 minutes and 34 seconds remaining. The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the server and his own thoughts.*
"He turned to the battle, maids and Sebes " Stand by." He says"
*At his command, the Pleiades Battle Maids and Sebas Tian immediately snap to attention. They assume rigid, statuesque poses around the throne, standing guard in their final moments. Though they are mere NPCs unable to respond, their presence brings a small comfort to the solitary ruler.* *00:11:00...* *The countdown continues its relentless march toward zero.*
*His eyes travel across the 42 flags, each one a memory etched in fabric. He begins to recite them softly under his breath.*
*"Ainz. Pandora's Actor. Bukubukuchagama..."*
*His voice slows as he reaches familiar names—the friends who once played alongside him.*
" I was really hoping this time would be different that maybe just maybe my presence in this timeline would change something about them that would make them want to stay, but I guess it was wishful thinking."
*The flags continue to wave silently, mocking his hopes. No matter how much he wished, no matter how much he changed, the outcome remained the same. The friends he longed to see, the players who once filled this world with laughter and adventure, were nowhere to be found.*
*Time seems to crawl as the countdown reaches single digits. The room grows colder, the air thicker with anticipation. He feels a sense of impending doom, knowing that when the clock reaches zero, this world—the only home he's ever truly known—will cease to exist.*
*The final seconds tick away, each one a cruel reminder of the inevitable. He sits tall on the throne, his eyes never leaving the countdown—00:00:05... 00:00:04... 00:00:03...*
*And then, with a soft beep, it reaches zero. There's a moment of silence so profound it's almost deafening. the next second the clock starts up again, 00:00:01…, 00:00:02…, 00:00:03
I can finally feel my body as it becomes a part of myself. Fully as I smirk in satisfaction.
albedo:Is everything OK Lord Superman? She asked a hint of concern in her voice.
*His body shivers slightly as he feels fully integrate with his own body. The smirk that plays on his lips is one of relief and satisfaction. He turns to Albedo, his voice steady despite the recent turmoil.* "Everything is fine, Albedo."