Overlord Supreme

Chapter 3 - 2 The end and the beginning

A grand round table of obsidian l.u.s.tre was in the center of the guildhall, surrounded by 41 luxurious seats.

But most of them were vacant.

Only two silhouettes were visible now where all the members once used to sit.

One wore an elaborate, jet-black academic gown adorned with gold and violet edges.  The decoration around its neck seemed somewhat excessive, but strangely, it was rather fitting.

However, the head that should have been sitting above the lavish collar was nothing more than a skull, devoid of skin and flesh. There was a dark red glow inside the empty eye sockets, and a dark halo-like object glimmered behind its head.

The other individual sitting in another seat was not a human, either. It was a lump of black goo. Its surface, reminiscent of coal tar, quivered and never maintained a consistent shape even for a second.

The former was an Overlord that ranked top even among the Elder Liches — Magic Casters who had turned into the undead in the pursuit of ultimate magic. The latter was an Elder Black Ooze, a race with powerful acidic abilities that was close to the strongest among the slime types.

Yet, they were not monsters.

They were player characters.

The selectable races in Yggdrasil were divided into three diverse categories: classic, humanoid races such as humans, dwarves and elves; demi-human races with hideous appearances such as goblins, orcs, and ogres, favoured for their physical prowess; and the heteromorphic races who possessed monster abilities and higher stats than any other races, but were given restrictions in various aspects. If you include the high-tier races for these three, the number of all the races reached a total of 700.

Of course, Overlord and Elder Black Ooze were one of the high-tier heteromorphic races that players were able to pick.

Between those two people, the Overlord talked without its mouth moving. Despite being the previous generation's top DMMO-RPG, it was technologically impossible to change expressions to go with the conversation.

"Wow, it's been a really long time, 'Meromero'-sama. Even though it's the last day for Yggdrasil, I honestly didn't expect anyone to actually show up."

"I agree. It's been so long, 'Momonga'-sama."

The Elder Black Ooze replied with a voice of an a.d.u.l.t male, but in comparison to the Overlord, there was no trace of what could be called vigor or liveliness.

"This is the first time since you changed your job in real life, so how long has it been? … Hasn't it been like two years?"

"Ah — that seems about right. Wow~ It's been that long already… Oh boy, my sense of time is out of whack because I've been doing nightly overtime shifts everyday lately."

"Isn't that a really dangerous sign? Are you okay?"

"Physically? I'm in complete rags. It's not so much as to visit a doctor, but I'm almost on the verge of it. I seriously want to run away. Still, I have to earn money to make ends meet, so I'm working for my dear life while being whipped like a slave."

"Wow…"

The Overlord—Momonga tilted his head back and made an irritated gesture.

"Really, it's unbearable."

Meromero's gloomy voice, laden with an incredible sense of reality, flew towards Momonga as if to inflict a follow-up strike.

His complaint in regards to work in the real world accelerated further.

Stories about impudent subordinates, plans that were completely altered overnight, criticism from his superior for failing to meet his quota, days pulling all-nighters due to shitloads of work, abnormal weight increase from his ruined biorhythm, the growing number of drugs with each passing day.

Eventually, the conversation turned one-sided as Meromero's gripe burst out like a broken dam.

However, the two people here did not think that way.

The guild — a team formed, organized and operated by an assembly of players — that they belonged to, Ainz Ooal Gown, had two rules for joining.

First, you have to be a member of society. Secondly, you had to be of a heteromorphic race.

Due to the nature of the guild, there were many cases where complaints about work in real life became the topic, and this was accepted by the guild members. It could be said the conversation these two were having was an everyday scene in Ainz Ooal Gown.

After a good amount of time had passed, the words of grievance from Meromero's mouth came to a halt.

"… I'm sorry for my endless complaining. I don't get much chance to vent on the other side."

Meromero wiggled what appeared to be its head as if to bow. In response to this, Momonga quickly replied.

"It's okay, Meromero-sama. I was the one who asked you to come, even though you were exhausted.

Compared to earlier, a faint laughter with a bit more vigor was heard from Meromero.

"Thank you very much, Momonga-sama. I'm glad that I logged in and got to meet up."

"I'm glad to hear you say that."

"… But I'm afraid it's about time for me to …"

Meromero's tentacle moved in the air as if it was touching something. He was operating his console.

"Ah, you're right. It's gotten very late."

"I'm sorry, Momonga-sama."

Momonga sighed softly to conceal the emotions that had risen inside him.

"I see. That's a shame. … Honestly, fun times fly by so fast."

"I really want to be with you until the end, but I'm exhausted."

"You must be worn out. Please, do log out and get some rest."

"I'm really sorry. … Momon- no, Guildmaster, what will you do?"

"I'm planning to stay online until I'm disconnected when the service ends. There's still time… who knows, another person might show up."

"Is that so. … Frankly, I didn't expect this place to still exist."

At this sort of moment, it was truly a good thing that there was no ability to show facial expressions. Because if there was, one would have seen his grimace in a single glance. Momonga closed his mouth shut to suppress the sudden surge of emotions, since they would be revealed in his voice.

He had desperately maintained the guild because they had created it together, so it was only natural for him to be overwhelmed with indescribable sentiments when such words were spoken by one of his comrades. But those sentiments were dispelled by what Meromero said next.

"As the guildmaster, you have kept this place going so that we could return any time. Thank you."

"…We all created this place together. It's the duty of the guildmaster to maintain and supervise it so that anyone can come back whenever!"

"It was thanks to your presence that we were able to enjoy this game to the fullest. … Next time we meet, it would sure be nice if it was in Yggdrasil II."

"I've yet to hear a rumour about a sequel… but I really hope that happens."

"Let's meet again when that time comes! Well then, I'm feeling really really sleepy now, so I'll log out … I'm glad I got to meet you before the end. Have a good game."

"…"

For a moment, Momonga was left speechless; however, he gave his final words right away.

"I also had a good time thanks to you. Have a good game."

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like