Zongman: A journey through time starting from the Supreme

That’s right, Saigo knew that he probably had no heart now.

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

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

"So, where on earth am I? Is this also called some kind of breathing method?"

Saigo complained about himself.

He never stopped thinking, and he was afraid that if he didn't keep thinking, his will would be completely worn out in this darkness, and he would either go crazy or die.

Only by thinking could he feel that he was still alive. He felt that he had become a thinking creature.

But the information he knew was too little after all. He pondered in the darkness for who knows how long, but still could not figure out the reason.

Just when Saigo didn't know how much time had passed and fear was about to completely fill his heart, a pair of beautiful and sad eyes like ruby ​​suddenly appeared in the darkness.

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

In front of that pair of extremely beautiful eyes, Saigo's will was completely frozen, like an ant facing a great true God.

It's like facing a kind yet sad mother.

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

It was a battle, an endless battle, a battle that lasted for thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years!

That is the law of nature, and it is the absolute fate that is borne by the woman who keeps fighting!

Because she is "the woman who was born to satisfy the lowest common multiple of the universe", a great deity who was pushed to the dawn of the world and bears the burden of everything!

Light and darkness, yin and yang, good and evil, creation and the end, male and female, this is the lowest common multiple, that is, binary!

She fought while crying, she pierced the heart of the brave, covered her face with her bloody hands, which seemed to embody all the beauty in the world, and cried countless times.

In a trance, a voice was asking the woman questions.

It sounded like Saigo's own voice, as if he was simply asking the question in accordance with some kind of fatalistic law.

'Are you sad because you hate fighting?'

The woman shook her head.

'Are you sad because you killed your enemies?'

The woman cried and shook her head.

'Are you sad because of your irreconcilable relationship?'

The woman still shook her head.

'Then why are you sad?'

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

“‘…………’”

Saigo could neither hear nor understand those words.

The woman closed her ruby ​​eyes sadly, and Saigo's consciousness fell silent again.

At the moment before he lost consciousness, Saigo finally knew who this woman was and her name, which was -

Ahriman, the mother of evil gods! .

Chapter 2: The Supreme

In the year 2138 AD, the technology in the human world had become very advanced.

However, with the changes in human technology, there is still one important issue that is difficult to overcome, and that is energy.

Even now in the year 2138, humans still do not have the energy technology to support long-term space travel.

Unable to enter the universe and seize the resources of the entire universe, more than 10 billion humans are trapped on the earth, and the energy crisis has arrived as expected.

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

In this predicament, ambitious people are ready to make moves, and a new world war seems to be coming at any time.

The easiest way to solve the current predicament is to master new energy technologies that will enable mankind to enter the interstellar age.

And if we can create the legendary "third kind of perpetual motion machine", I'm afraid the entire human civilization will undergo earth-shaking changes.

However, that is just a fantasy technology after all.

In desperation, virtual reality technology based on the Internet and nanotechnology has been widely used.

Every citizen can use his citizenship card to buy nanomechanical nutrient solution with very little money.

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 countries at this stage to deal with the energy crisis, but it is ultimately only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

More than a hundred years ago, there was a word that could describe the ecology of the entire society - cyberpunk!

……

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

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

However, that was only twelve years ago.

"You must be kidding! This is the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick that we all worked together to build. How can you just abandon it so easily?"

There are a total of forty-two luxurious chairs around the huge round table that exudes obsidian light.

A terrifying skeleton figure wearing a gorgeous robe was shouting in extreme anger.

With his terrifying eyes emitting scarlet light, Momonga slowly scanned the forty-one seats except his own.

When I opened the guild member list, I saw that there were only five members left, and the remaining four were gray and not online.

Feishu's anger immediately disappeared, leaving only endless emptiness and loneliness.

Thirty-seven people had completely left the guild long ago, and the remaining four had not been online for a long time. Fei Shu was the only one left in the entire guild.

Ainz Ooal Gown was a gaming guild founded by forty-two "alien" players. In the gaming guild rankings, it was ranked seventh in the world at its peak.

The reason why it is ranked seventh is simply because Ainz Ooal Gown only recruits "Alien" players, and the entire guild has only forty-two members.

Compared to those large guilds with hundreds of members, Ainz Ooal Gown is truly a small group in the game.

But it is also because of the small number of people and because the 'alien-type' players are always persecuted and denounced as symbols of evil.

The entire guild members became more united and, with great enthusiasm, created this incredible result.

However, the guild has long passed its peak and is now outside the top 20 in the world rankings.

The reason why the guild is still ranked over 20 when there are only five members left in the guild.

In addition to the rich legacy left by the members who lost A, this game was about to be abandoned and there were not many people on the entire server.

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

In Momonga's bony hand was a gorgeous scepter.

The appearance of the scepter is modeled after the Staff of Hermes, with seven snakes entwined around it, each holding a gem of a different color in its mouth as it struggles in pain.

This is the guild weapon that each guild has only one, 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, as the nominal president, has never used it. Instead, it has always been decorated in the room where the "Supreme Ones" hold meetings.

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

The game has been running for twelve years so far, and Momonga has also spent the most precious youth of his human life in this game.

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

He treated those friends who fought with him as his only family and relatives.

After all, in reality, he is alone.

Momonga would not allow himself to do anything that would put the guild in danger, and even though the staff was extremely powerful, he would never allow himself to use it.

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

Momonga muttered to himself in the empty room. Even though he only looked like a skeleton, one could still feel his deep sadness and loneliness.

The departure of the guild members and the downfall of Ainz Ooal Gown were as painful to Momonga as if he had been abandoned by his family and lost his home.

In the past, when no one was online, he liked to talk to himself here and reminisce about the past, like an empty-nest old man without any relatives.

"But those two guys, Zaratul and Emerald Record, said that this scepter was designed according to the appearance of the 'Staff of Hermes', but what is the 'Staff of Hermes'?"

Momonga played with the staff in his hand and whispered in confusion.

Zaratul and Cui Yulu are birds of a feather.

In this numb age, the two guys who both love classical mythology always have a lot of topics to talk about.

Flying Squirrel fell into Alzheimer's-like recollections again.

Everyone used to sit here and talk and laugh. Urbel and Takimi were always arguing with each other, while Zaratul and Jade Record were chatting about mythological stories that no one knew.

He was talking quietly with Peroroncino about GALGAME, occasionally letting out a laugh that made people stare at him with contempt.

They had forged guild weapons together, and every day they worked together to go on adventures.

They had faced powerful enemies together, solved difficulties together, and even at the most critical moment, the entire guild was almost destroyed.

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

Every bit of memory was recalled in Feishu's mind. He was afraid that he would forget it all, so he engraved them in his mind.

After sitting there for who knows how long, Momonga stood up, shaking his gorgeous robes, and left the round table.

Momonga decided that at this last moment before the server was about to be shut down, he would walk through the entire Great Tomb of Nazarick again and regard it as the most beautiful memory of his youth.

After passing through the hall where the round table is located, the first thing you come to is a hemispherical hall.

There were four-colored crystals shining on the ceiling of the hall, and there were seventy-two holes in the walls, with seventy-two statues placed inside.

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

Those statues correspond to the seventy-two demons and are golems made of extremely rare magical metals.

These demon statues were created by Cui Yulu, the great alchemist, and several demon players.

However, when they had made more than 60 of them, they gave up because it was too troublesome.

Zaratul couldn't bear it any longer and thought that things couldn't be abandoned halfway, so he took the initiative to complete the remaining demon statues.

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

"… Ugh, these demons' names are really hard to remember."

Momonga complained, scratching his bald head.

The only one who likes this sense of ritual and setting is Cui Yu Lu.

After walking through this hall, what appeared before Momonga was a stone door with carvings of angels and demons on it.

When you push open the door, what comes into view is a magnificent hall.

The hall is vast and does not feel crowded even when accommodating hundreds of people. Roman stone pillars crisscross and support the dome sky.

The walls are white in color, embellished with gorgeous patterns mainly in gold. The unimaginable crystal chandeliers are made of colorful gems, emitting dreamy colors.

Huge flags with different patterns were hung on the walls, with a total of forty-two flags flying from the ceiling to the floor.

Under each flag there is a throne with a towering backrest, symbolizing the forty-two members of the guild.

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

Although Momonga is the guild leader, he is no different from other leaders.

Feishu knew clearly that he was not the strongest person in the guild, nor was he the one who spent the most money, nor was he the smartest and most knowledgeable person.

The reason why he was able to become the guild president was simply because he had a gentle personality and was very serious and responsible, so he was elected by everyone.

It was precisely because he was too serious and responsible that he felt lonely and unwilling after the guild fell into such a state.

Momonga stared blankly at the throne room, red light flickering in his skull, his mood fluctuating.

Finally, he sighed with regret and began to look around the hall carefully.