Yggdrasil, a DMMORPG, the first of it's kind was a Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. Set in a massive universe that encompasses the Nine Realms.
Monsters and creatures born of Myths, Legends and Fantasy is scattered across it. Ripe for players to explore and utilize to the best of their wishes and abilities.
And while the world was large, it was the large amount of freedom that truly grasped the Games finest mechanics.
The customization is so diversed that no two player could be the same unless intended. The classes near limitless and has been confirmed that even the millions of players had only succeeded in unlocking 70 percent of it all.
The items, easily customisable not just in their effects, stats and skills but also in looks allowed players to truly create what they wanted to create.
What downside it had, was the fact that the community was so large that an R-18 restriction was implemented. Something that drove some players away as other gaming companies learned from Yggdrasil's success and mistake.
Now, at it's lowest point with a few thousand remaining over the millions. And living a lifespan of 12 years... the game ends with the last few minutes remaining.
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General POV
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"To think this is how it ends... how pathetic am I." echoes a youthful voice.
Standing atop a cliff beneath the shadow filled sky, with moonlight peering through the little mercies of the clouds, stood Momonga. Overlooking a swamp from atop a cliff.
His purple robes fluttered against the wind. With light and darkness adding a shimmer of glow on it's golden trims. He looked regal as he stood proud amid remnants of his recent battle.
His black and gold gauntlets cracked with black lightning as he clenched his fists. His armored chest –adorned with a golden plates like tendrils trying to contain the red crack on his chest, pulsing with great power. Chest that heaved as he straightens his shoulders, draped with cloak and adorned with two oversized pauldrons with red orbs.
His foot steps echoed in the silence of the marsh, as his sabatons clanked against the black stones.
And then he stopped, red eyes watering at the sight of a Mausoleum, broken and shattered beneath the cliff.
He ignored the tattered angel wings on his left –still oozing with blood– as it laid sprawled at the ground.
He ignored the broken bones, the burning cloaks, and the shattered armors of gold and light along with various weapons that surrounded him. Ranging from spears, swords, axes and glaives and guns.
They were but remnants of his fallen enemies. A sign of their defeat that signified his hollow victory.
Lightning cracked, and rain poured, revealing what's beneath his gold trimmed hood. A handsome face filled with nothing but sadness. He bore soft full lips, more akin to a woman's yet matches his youthful masculinity.
A healthy shade of skin but one that had barely known the heat of the sun.
And behind his long black hair that shimmered like the sea beneath the light, is a pair of bright red eyes on black sclera. Like a pair of evil suns that all that is Divine should know and fear.
This is Suzuki Satoru. Or as Yggdrasil had known him, The World Enemy, The World Disaster, The Eclipse, and The Overlord of Helheim.
Momonga of Nazarick.
Yet for all his titles, his greatest achievement remained in tatters as his eyes laid beneath his feet where a shattered golden staff remained.
It's once resplendent yet twisted form now laid in pieces of shattered gold. The many blue stones that adorned the handle, granting mana that exceed what any magic user could hope to spend are now but shattered sapphire stones. And the elemental orbs that once granted it near immeasurable power are now cracked, each piece barely holding on to their existence. And the golden chalice, dented cracked and twisted, laid beyond recognition.
The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown is now broken.
*BANG! *CRAGGGHHHH!!!
A light erupted from the mausoleum, piercing through he black clouds of the dark world. Cracking with lightning and light that seemed to shake the world.
And then...
*Fwom!
It crashed back down like a meteor and–
*Boooooommmmmm!!!!
Momonga didn't blink, he didn't look away nor did he cover himself. He simply stared forward and waited. As stones and wind whipped against him at the bright and massive explosion.
When the light fades and color returns. Where his tomb once stood was now nothing more than a crater. Then, from the gaping hole at the center, lights rose like a rocket and exploded like fireworks. Spreading sparks that scattered across the realm, signifying the scattering of the World Items.
For him, Nazarick is now lost.
The beating of wings reached his ears and he turned to see a naked angel landing not far from him. Looking down at the now empty crater before turning to him with shaking eyes.
"To think you would do this... To think that you would destroy it... I never–"
*Shing!
A flash of light and the next instant, he was cleaved diagonally along with everything behind him. A cut in reality itself.
The angel staggered back and snarled. "Do you even know what you've done!?" he shouted.
"I ended it."
"No you fool!" the angel adds. "You denied us the means for a better future! For a better life! An escape from this...BROKEN WORLD OF UNFAIRNESS! you have taken the only way out! The only known path to the New World! Have you not yet realized the lives you've condem–"
"Enough" interrupts Momonga. "I have entertained your role in this game long enough. But I can no longer tolerate your traitorous self. The desecration of my friends creations. How you twisted their forms and their stories to fit you perversions and lustful desires, the theft, the hoarding and finally... how you stole this Guild from beneath my feet... beneath the umbrella of trust I had given you."
"No more." with a draw from his inventory, Momonga placed upon his face a skull shaped mask that burst into black flames. Hiding the human beneath darkness, revealing the Undead Overlord himself. "It ends here, Sanguinius."
"No! I will correct this mistake!" the angel shouts in anger as an panoply of gold and red armor and another pair of wings burst from within him. "Of letting you live by my mercy! You have courted death for the last time Satoru!"
"Haha..." laughs Momonga, "...you are amusing till the end traitor..." with a flourish draw of his scythe from his Inventory, he announces. "I. Am. Death."
Sanguinius rushed forward with a spear of gold. *Blang! it went as Momonga blocked with his oversized scythe.
*Taang! They shoved each other, making some distance where both took poised. Sanguinius holding his spear to thrust and Momonga standing sideways, as he held his scythe diagonally with the red blade low ready for a swipe and the butt end –decorated with a pointed tip– he raised at his enemy, held ready to meet the angel.
Time slowed for Momonga, his mind working a mile in barely a second. His plans slowly coming to fruition as countless battles fed him knowledge and confidence to wield his blade.
In Yggdrasil, very little realism exists. What little their senses could perceive relies entirely on how advance their devices were. And while the wealthy could enjoy the feeling of being transported into a fantasy world, the poor has their sight and hearing to rely on.
To lessen this divide between fiction and reality, a system was added in place.
One is the 'Versus System'.
When two opposing spells meet, an unseen scale occurs. Where power, stats, and tier are matched.
A fireball and a fire lance? Lance pierces ball.
Two flame throwers? They clash in the middle with the clash tilting in the favor of the more powerful one.
This became the norm as more updates came and went. Despite the lacking sense of a Virtual Reality, they at least did their best to make everything look as cinematic as they could.
And so when two sword skills of the same tier were used, they clash blade per blade and the most powerful one wins as they splashed damage to the players with every clash. Turning the battle into a clash of attrition, where the higher defense and vitality wins.
To add more in to this highly popular feature they added the means to turn the scale, and give the 'underdog' a chance at victory.
Mana Capacity, where MP is spent to bridge the gap but if the opponent does the same, then it again leads to a battle of attrition. Now leading to a scale that measures their innate power as much as their output.
Such was the case should the two battle.
Momonga took note of his opponents advantages.
Sanguinius is a level 100 Divine Vampire, a more player friendly build reminiscent of Shalltear Bloodfallen.
Race, attributes and elements tilting the scale in his opponent's favor. But Momonga possessed overwhelming power that if used right would be too much for mere races to breech.
With the title of Helheim's Overlord, he was already on the scale of a 'World Champion'.
The Eclips, a necromatic class of near limitless potential in terms of spells and skills.
The World Disaster, –a class gifted to him by his friend Ulbert by having him die by Momonga's hands before retiring from the game– a class that also adds more mana and magic power.
Then the World Item and he becomes a near insurmountable monster in Yggdrasil.
Momonga knew then that all of the sub-angel's advantages, could be balanced out by a tide of power that knows no limit.
But he needed an Ace, a trump card and that was when his friend's voice echoed in his head.
"Well... to tell you the truth, I actually held this secret you know. Cause, well, it felt good to have it. And since you wanted to learn how to fight, I thought it would help."
Through his eyes, Momonga's counter offense gave clarity and confidence. All he needed to do was to push forward and follow through.
'Thank you.... Touch Me-san...'
"[•Vampiric Edge•]"
The blade of his scythe surged red, and he attacked.