CH 2: End of the first step

Ch2

Suzuki Satoru or as he was known in the game "Momonga" had been wandering throughout Nazarick while checking his HUD for any Messages left to him by his Guildmates. He had been left disappointed however and simply kept himself busy by reexploring the base which they had build.

Currently being in the 10th floor, he had taken a stroll through Ashurbanipal, the grand Library of Nazarick, then wallowed in selfpity inside of the Lemegeton, before recomposing himself in Front of the Gates of judgement. He had resigned himself to their absence and was now silently killing time.

"Hmm, is that Albedo over there?"

He noticed the figure standing close to the throne. The room was still shrouded in darkness and he could change that with the throne of kings, but he wasn't going to do so in the last moments of the game.

There Was simply no point.

He approached her and started scrolling through her backstory. He was just skimming over it because the absurd amount of Lore which she had, courtesy of Tabula Smaragdina, was simply to much to finish in a few minutes. He saw a few Details which raised his mood, one of which even got him to chuckle to himself.

"And she is a bitch" he read aloud. "Really? You just couldnt help yourself, couldnt you Tabula?"

He was well aware of his friends interests, but still, the abrupt way of putting it in the lore was still hilarious to him. "Well" he said while closing the Tab. "I suppose most of us were quite the strange figures."

That was pretty accurate. Many figures in Ainz Ooal Gown had special habits or interests.

"But it also is what made our time so fun..."

He exhaled. He wanted to stop thinking that way, lest he'd feel even worse.

"I need to distract myself..." He hadn't even finished the sentence before teleporting into the Treasury of Nazarick. It was a gigantic place, a floor by its own rights, with many different Departements and Vaults. He simply walked past everything, including his own creation, Pandora's Actor, although he noticably accelerated in his vicinity. Mentally groaning about his creation and cursing out his old self, he started taking Items and simply tested them out.

There had been many different Items in Yggdrasil, which were capable of feats which magic could not achieve. Sword with special abilities, summons only summonable by scrolls or Items and many different things.

He considered playing around with the World Items a bit, but dismissed the idea.

He already had the staff and there were many little Items who had diverse and fun abilities, although they often had proved to be less than useful.

The amount of money he had put into the game had been immense and the amount of Items he had and spells he had was far more than average. There had been special spells which you could only have if you paid for it, (no matter how great the game was, its was still pay to win) and pay he certainly did.

Frankly, the amount of spells he had was nowhere as much as the magic Items, but it was still far too many for his human mind to use effectively. He had always been focused on the stronger spells such as [reality slash] or the problem solver known as [nuclear blast]

and the other spells usually weren't worth it due to the shitty devs incapability of the myth known as "balancing the game."

These spells had however cool visual effects, which is this Roleplay loving Overlord just had to hoard them, even though there were spells he had never cast a Single time of his Life.

He kept going through everything for a while, until the timer hit 23:56 to which he teleported back to the throne room. What kind of Overlord would he be, if he wouldn't be sitting on his Throne during his Guilds Final moments?

"Not a good one, thats for sure." He chuckled while watching over the empty hall.

The timer had hit 23:58 and the Overlord simply sat on his Throne.

Unmoving, lost in memories and unaware of what was to come.

Another Minute passed.

It was strange. Ainz could swear that his Life was flashing in Front of his eyes, as he remembered every moment he had shared in Yggdrasil. Was it even possible to remember that vividly?

Another 15-seconds passed as his mind grew hazy.

They really had showed them. Those cursed seraphs and those puny humans who had tried to take over his Tomb...

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His tomb?

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Puny Humans?

Another 15 seconds passed.

He shook his head chuckling.

"12 years of Roleplaying really did a number on me did they?"

Yet he felt strange. The haze on his mind had changed to an empty numbness. It wasnt unpleasant, he could still think, but it felt like all his pent up Anger had simply disappeared. He started feeling cold.

"Haah, classic symptoms of sleep deprivation... I won't need long to fall asleep after this."

15 more seconds passed. He felt calm, even when his ability to See seemed to dimm.

The timer Hit 23:59:50.

His body felt cold and lifeless.

In a room upon the 64th floor of an apartment complex for the 8th class residents, there was a body. The eyes of that person were devoid of light, dreams and Life. It was a scene all to common for the cleanup teams, who were handling the bodies, and the fact that it had not been due to injuries or a heartattack made them write it off as suicide.

In an Office at home for the 6th class workers sat a man. He had been investigating the death of Satoru Suzuki, as his job dictated. It wasnt anything new to him, suicide was common for those below the 7th class. He had just finished listening to the recording of the VR device which had been on Satoru Suzuki during his death, so he leaned back and started daydreaming.

"A blue Sea, huh