Zongman: A Traveling Journey Starting from the Supreme

It was dark and dead, and there were no living creatures, and even the concepts of time and space could not be felt.

The only thing that Xixiang's consciousness can feel here is a kind of touch like the beginning of life, and the indescribable beating of the heart.

That's right, Xixiang knew that he should have no heart now.

But he just felt it, as if his heart was breathing with this space filled with the breath of the birth of life.

The rhythm of the two sides reached a perfect balance, as if he was this dead and dark space, and this darkness was himself.

"So, where did I come here? Is this also called breathing method?"

Xixiang complained to himself.

His thinking has never stopped, and he is afraid that if he does not keep thinking, his will will be completely worn out in this darkness, or he will go crazy or die.

Only by thinking can he have a feeling that he is still alive, he feels that he has become a thinking creature.

But after all, he knew too little information, so he pondered in this darkness for an indeterminate amount of time, but he still couldn't figure out why.

Just when Xixiang didn't know how much time had passed, when fear was about to completely fill his heart, in the darkness where there was nothing, a pair of red jade-like beautiful and sad eyes suddenly appeared.

Those eyes were so huge that they seemed to occupy the entire darkness.

In front of those extremely beautiful eyes, Xixiang's will was completely frozen, like an ant facing a stalwart true god.

It's like, facing a kind and sad mother.

At this moment, endless memory fragments filled Xixiang's consciousness.

That is a battle, an endless battle, a battle for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years!

That is the law of heaven, the absolute fate that bears on the woman who keeps fighting!

Because she is "the woman who was born to satisfy the lowest common multiple of the universe", and she is the great god who was pushed to the dawn of the world to bear all the burdens!

Light and darkness, yin and yang, good and evil, creation and the end, male and female, this is the least common multiple, and it is also binary!

She was crying while fighting, piercing through the heart of the brave man, covering the face that seemed to condense all the beauty in the world with her bloody hands, crying countless times.

Suddenly, a voice was asking the woman a question.

It sounded like Xixiang's own voice, and it seemed that he was just asking a question in accordance with some kind of fate.

'Are you sad because you hate fighting? '

The woman shakes her head.

'Do you grieve over killing your enemies? '

The woman cried and shook her head.

'Are you grieved at being at stake? '

The woman still shook her head.

'Then why are you sad? '

The woman stopped crying, she opened her mouth slightly, and replied quietly:

"'...'"

Xixiang couldn't hear or hear that sentence clearly.

The woman closed those red jade pupils sadly, and Xixiang's consciousness fell silent again.

At the moment before his consciousness disappeared, Xixiang finally knew who this woman was, and knew her name, which was——

Aliman, the mother of evil gods! .

Chapter 2 Supreme Being

In [-] AD, the technology of the human world has been very advanced.

However, under the change of human technology, there is still an important issue that is difficult to break through, and that is energy.

Even now in [-], human beings are still unable to master the energy technology that can satisfy human beings for long-term space travel.

Unable to enter the universe to grab the resources of the entire universe, more than [-] billion human beings are trapped on the earth, and the energy crisis is coming as promised.

The shortage of energy has caused severe stratification, the unemployment rate has increased year by year, and the whole world is in turmoil.

In this predicament, careerists are ready to move, and a new world war seems to come at any time.

To solve today's predicament, the easiest way is to master the new energy technology that allows human beings to enter the interstellar age.

And if the legendary "perpetual motion machine of the third type" can be created, I am afraid that the entire human civilization will undergo earth-shaking changes.

However, that is only a fantasy technology after all.

In desperation, virtual reality technology based on network and nanotechnology is widely used.

Every citizen can buy nanomechanical nutrient solution with very little money by virtue of his citizenship certificate.

By allowing citizens to inject nanomechanical nutrient solution into the virtual world, the human body's metabolism can be reduced as much as possible, thereby reducing excessive waste of resources.

This is the method chosen by various countries to deal with the energy crisis at this stage, but this is only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

As for the ecology of the entire society, there was a vocabulary to describe it more than a hundred years ago-cyberpunk!

……

Yggdrasills, the game named after the Nordic world tree, was one of the many virtual reality games launched when the new policy was implemented 12 years ago.

At the same time, it was also the most watched game at the time.

However, that was only 12 years ago.

"Are you kidding me? This is the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick built by everyone working together. Why can you just abandon it so easily!"

A total of 42 luxurious seats are placed around the huge round table exuding obsidian brilliance.

A skeleton figure wearing a gorgeous robe that gave people infinite terror was screaming with extreme anger at this moment.

Momonga slowly swept across the 41 seats excluding himself with his terrifying eyes emitting scarlet light.

Opening the list of guild members, I saw that there were only five members left on it, and the remaining four members were also not online in gray.

Momonga's anger immediately dissipated, leaving only endless emptiness and loneliness.

The 37 people had left the guild completely, and the remaining four had been offline for a long time, leaving only Feishu in the entire guild.

Ainz Ooal Gong, a game guild established by 42 'Alien' players, ranked seventh in the game guild at its peak.

The reason why it was seventh was because Ainz Ooal Gown only recruited 'alien' players, and the entire guild only had 42 members.

Compared to those big guilds with hundreds of people at every turn, Ainz Ooal Gown was really a small group in the game.

But it is precisely because of the small number of players, and also because the 'alien' players are always persecuted and condemned as symbols of evil.

Only then did the members of the entire guild become more united and with great enthusiasm, created this incredible achievement.

But now the guild has long passed its peak period, and is already outside the [-]th place in the world rankings.

The reason why there are more than 20 guild rankings when there are only five guild members left.

In addition to the rich legacy left by the members who lost A, it was also because the game was about to die, and there were not many people on the entire server.

Today is also the day the server will be shut down.

Momonga held an ornate scepter in his bone-like hand.

The appearance of the scepter imitates the staff of Hermes, with seven snakes wrapped around it, each holding a gem of a different color in the mouth of the struggling snake.

This is the only guild weapon for each guild, and it is also the symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown. As long as the staff is destroyed, the entire guild will disintegrate.

So although this weapon is powerful, Momonga, who is the nominal president, has never used it, but has been adorned in the meeting room of the 'Supreme Supremes'.

The cyberpunk life in reality is numb, and only the virtual world can bring happiness and passion.

The game has been running for 12 years so far, and Momonga has also spent the most precious youthful time as a human being in this game.

Because of this, Momonga has strong feelings for the Great Tomb of Nazarick and all members of the guild.

Those friends who fought together were treated by him as his only family members and relatives.

After all, in reality, he was alone.

Momonga didn't allow himself to do anything that would bring danger to the guild, even though this staff was extremely powerful, he would never allow himself to use it.

"Today, let me be a little willful, everyone..."

Momonga muttered to the empty room, even though he only had a skeleton appearance, people could feel his sadness and loneliness from the bottom of his heart.

The departure of the guild members and the downfall of Ainz Ooal Gown, to Momonga, it was as painful as if his relatives abandoned him and made him lose his home.

In the past, when no one was online, he liked to talk to himself here alone, recalling the past by himself, like an empty-nest old man without relatives.

"However, Zaratul and Cui Yulu said that the scepter was designed according to the appearance of the 'Hermes staff', but what is the 'Hermes staff'?"

Momonga played with the staff in his hand, whispering with some doubts.

Zaratul and Cuiyulu are also like-minded.

In this numb era, those two guys who also like classical myths always have a lot of topics to talk about.

Momonga fell into dementia-like memories again.

Everyone used to sit here talking and laughing, Urbel and Taqi Mi were always arguing with each other, Zaratul and Cuiyulu were chatting about myths and stories that everyone didn't know.

And he and Peroroncino were talking about GALGAME in a low voice, and from time to time they laughed so that people looked at them with contempt.

They used to forge guild weapons together, and every day everyone worked together to take risks.

They have faced powerful enemies together and solved difficulties together. Even in the most critical moment, the entire guild was almost destroyed.

That was the most glorious and prosperous period of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Little by little memories were recalled in Momonga's mind, he was afraid that he would forget all these and engraved them in his mind.

After sitting like this for an indeterminate amount of time, Momonga stood up and left the round table shaking that gorgeous robe.

Momonga decided that at the last moment when the server was about to be shut down, he would walk through the entire Nazarick tomb again, as the best memory of his youth.

Walking through the hall where the round table is, the first thing you come to after that is a hemispherical hall.

There are four-color crystals shining on the ceiling of the main hall, and there are 72 holes on the wall, and 72 statues are placed inside.

Each statue imitates the appearance of a demon, and this hall is called the 'Key of Solomon'.

And those statues correspond to the 72 pillars of demons, Golems made of ultra-rare magic metal.

These demon statues were made by Jade Tape, the great alchemist, and several demon players.

However, when more than 60 pieces were produced, they gave up because they thought it was troublesome.

Still, Zaratul couldn't stand it anymore, and felt that he couldn't give up halfway, so he took the initiative to complete the remaining few demon statues.

"I remember that the statues completed by Zaratul are Baal, Barbatos, Baimon, Morax, Asmodeus, Cain, and Gremory. What else?"

"...Well, the names of these demons are really hard to remember."

Momonga complained and scratched his bald head.

Cui Yulu is the only one who likes this sense of ritual and setting.

Walking through this hall, Momonga appeared in front of a stone door with engravings of angels and demons on the door.

Pushing open the door, a grand hall greets you.

The hall is vast, even if it can accommodate hundreds of people, it will not be crowded. The Roman-style stone pillars are staggered and fall, supporting a dome sky.

The walls are based on white, embellished with gorgeous gold-based decorations, and the unimaginable crystal lamps are made of colorful gemstones, exuding dreamlike colors.

Huge flags with different patterns are hung on the wall, and there are 42 flags flying from the ceiling to the floor.

Under each flag is a throne with a towering back, symbolizing the 42 members of the guild.

This is the deepest and most important place in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick—the Hall of the Throne!

Although Momonga is the guild leader, his guild leader is no different from others.

Momonga clearly knows that he is not the strongest person in the guild, he is not the most expensive person, and he is not the smartest and most knowledgeable person.

The reason why he was able to become the president of the guild was only because of his gentle personality, and he was also very serious and responsible, so he was recommended by everyone.