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release with the guys from AnimeSuki forum. You'll see some changes here and
there.
Translators: Ghoststaker, CoCayn
Editor/Proofreader:
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Collaborator:
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Momonga left the room named the Round Table.
Any guild member wearing the guild ring would automatically
log into this room unless there were special circumstances. If there were any other
members coming back, they would definitely appear here. However, Momonga knew
well that the other members would no longer return here. During the last
moments of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, only Momonga was left.
Repressing his turbulent emotions, Momonga silently entered
a vast foyer. A world of grandeur and brilliance, reminiscent of a giant castle
clad in marble.
Suspended from the high ceiling, evenly placed chandeliers
could be seen emitting a soft, warm glow. The smooth floor of the wide corridor
reflected the lights from the chandeliers above, shining luminously like a
mosaic of bright stars. If the doors along the corridor were opened, the
luxurious furniture inside the rooms would attract the eyes of many.
If players who have heard the name Nazarick came here, they
would have been stunned for sure by the fact that such beautiful sights existed
in a place known for its infamy.
After all, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick overcame
the largest player organized military offensive in the server's history. An
alliance of eight guilds, guild affiliates, mercenary players and NPC
mercenaries, numbering a total of fifteen hundred people, tried to raid this
place and were annihilated. That event turned this location into a legend.
The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick used to have only 6
floors, but it underwent a major reconstruction after being occupied by Ainz
Ooal Gown. Now it stretched over 10 floors, each with its own characteristics.
Floor 1~3 ─── Catacombs
Floor 4 ─── Underground Lake
Floor 5 ─── Glacier
Floor 6 ─── Jungle
Floor 7 ─── Underground Volcano
Floor 8 ─── Wilderness
Floor 9 ─── Royal Suite
Floor 10 ─── Throne Room
The last two floors were the base of Ainz Ooal Gown, one of
the top 10 guilds in Yggdrasil.
Momonga's footsteps echoed in the Royal Suite's passage,
followed by the tapping of his staff. After a few turns around the corners of
the wide hallway, Momonga saw a woman in the distance moving towards him.
She had a luscious blonde hair down to her shoulders and
well-defined features.
She was wearing a maid outfit, including a large apron and a
long skirt. At a height of about 170 centimetres, she had a slender body with a
full chest threatening to spill out of her clothes. Overall, she gave a
virtuous and elegant impression.
As the two of them approached each other, the maid stepped
aside and bowed deeply to Momonga. In response, he slightly raised his hand.
The maid's expression did not change; her face was showing
the exact same unsmiling face as before. Facial expressions did not change in
Yggdrasil. However, there was a difference between the unchanging expressions
of players and this maid. The maid was a Non-Player Character (NPC). Within the
game, these artificial intelligences only move according to their program. In
other words, they were the same as moving mannequins, and even its bow to
Momonga was just a pre-programmed action.
His greeting earlier could be seen as a waste of time, but
Momonga had a reason why he didn't treat them with disrespect.
All 41 maid NPCs working in the Great Underground Tomb of
Nazarick were based on different illustrations by a guilder member, who had
lived off his artwork and was now a manga artist serialized in a monthly manga
magazine.
Momonga gazed not just at the maid's appearance, but also at
her astonishingly elaborate uniform. Especially, the exquisite embroidery on
the apron was the subject of admiration.
Since it was illustrated by a person who boasted that
"a maid's best weapon is her uniform", the level of detail on the
outfit was far beyond normal. Momonga couldn't help feeling nostalgic when he
recalled how the guild member who was responsible for her visual rendering
would start to scream at the task.
"Ah… Right. Since then, he was always saying things
like "Maid uniforms are justice!"... Speaking of which, the heroine
of the manga that he's drawing now is also a maid. Are you still making your
assistants cry with your excessive attention to detail, Whitebrim-san?"
As for its behavioural program, it was created by
Meromero-san and five other programmers.
In other words, this maid was created from the hard work and
joint efforts of the past guild members, so ignoring her was a little out of
the question since, like the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, she was also a part of
his precious memories.
As Momonga was thinking about these things, the maid tilted
her head as if to ask what's the matter. As long as someone was close to her
for a certain period of time, the maid automatically adopted this position.
Recollecting his memories, Momonga was amazed by Meromero's meticulous
attention to detail. There should be a few other hidden positions programmed in
as well. Although he wanted to see all her postures, there wasn't much time
left.
Momonga's eyes turned to the semi-spherical holographic
clock displayed on his left wrist and confirmed the current time.
Indeed, there was no time to idle around.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Momonga said this phrase of farewell filled with many
sentiments and walked past the maid. Of course, the other side did not respond.
Nevertheless, Momonga believed that a farewell was in order since it was the
last day.
Leaving the maid behind, Momonga moved on.
Before long, a giant staircase with a luxurious red carpet
covering the middle appeared before him. Momonga slowly walked down the flight
of stairs and reached the tenth floor ─── the lowermost floor in the the Great
Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
The place he arrived at was a wide, open lobby with a few
servants waiting for him.
The first servant to catch his attention was an elderly
butler dressed gracefully in his traditional uniform.
His hair was entirely white, just like his immaculate beard.
But the old man's back was straight as an arrow and strong as a steel sword. He
had visible wrinkles on his hollow face, which made him seen gentle in
appearance, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle after its prey.
Following behind the butler like shadows were six maids.
However, their equipment was completely different than what the earlier maid
had.
Their hands and feet were covered in gauntlets and greaves
decorated with gold, silver and black metals. Donned in armours with a maid
uniform motif, they wore white headdresses instead of helmets. Each maid was
holding a different type of weapon, establishing the image of a maid warrior.
Their hairstyles were also quite different from each other:
buns, ponytail, straight hair, braids, curls, French twist, etc. But something
they all had in common was their transcendent beauty.
Additionally, the maids were divided into types such as
flirty, sporty, traditional and other personalities.
Although they were NPCs and their designer had made them all
playful and unique, their main purpose was to fight intruders.
In Yggdrasil, guilds in possession of a base equivalent to a
castle or greater were given several special benefits.
One of these benefits were NPCs that guarded the base.
The undead monsters in the Great Underground Tomb of
Nazarick fell under this category. These so called 'spawn NPCs' had a level cap
of 30 and respawned automatically at no cost after a fixed period of time, but
since it wasn't possible to change their appearances and AI programming, they
did not pose much of a threat against other intruding players.
On the other hand, another special benefit was the power to
create an original NPC. When a guild takes over a base with a castle-level
rank, they could create NPCs with a collective maximum level of 700. Since the
highest level was 100, you could create a maximum of five Lvl. 100 and four
Lvl. 50 NPCs as an example.
When creating an original NPC, in addition to their appearance
and AI, it was even possible to change their armours and weapons. This allowed
a guild to create far stronger NPCs and assign them to guard key locations.
There was no need to create these NPCs with combat in mind.
Another guild who occupied a castle, the Great Cat Kingdom, turned all their
NPCs into cats or other feline creatures. It could be said a guild was given
the exclusive right to create the image and atmosphere of their castle.
"Hmm."
Looking at the butler and the maids bowed down before him,
he brought his hand to his chin while. Since he had always used teleport to
move from room to room, Momonga didn't come here very often, which caused him
to look at them somewhat nostalgically.
Momonga's hand operated the console, opened a page that was
only accessible to guild members and activated one of the options. As he did,
the names of the servants appeared above their heads.
"Ah, so that's his name."
Momonga had forgotten this name. He made a bitter yet
nostalgic smile as he recalled the disputes he had with his companions over
deciding the name for this NPC.
Sebastian, the butler, also served as the house steward.
The six maids next to Sebastian were under his direct
command; the combat maid unit called the 'Pleiades'. In addition to them,
Sebastian had several manservants and assistant butlers under his supervision.
The text log had a more detailed setting, but Momonga wasn't
in the mood to take a closer look. There was little time left until the
server's shutdown, and he wanted to sit down somewhere else.
All NPCs (including the maids) contained intricate details
since there had been plenty of guild members who were fond of elaborate
settings. Thanks to the fact that there were many illustrators, graphic
designers and programmers in Ainz Ooal Gown, they were able to obsess over the
visuals and go all out.
Originally, Sebastian and the maids were the last line of
defense against intruders. However, because they were unlikely able to stand
against enemy players who managed to come this far, their only real purpose was
to buy some time. But since no invaders were ever able to reach this point,
they had never received orders and had been just waiting endlessly in this
place.
Gripping his staff, Momonga felt pity towards these NPCs,
even though that kind of thought was foolish. NPCs were simply data and the
only reason to believe they had emotions was due to their excellently designed
AI.
However—
"As the guild master, it's about time I started
ordering NPCs around."
While ridiculing himself for his arrogant comment, Momonga
issued an order:
"Follow me."
Sebastian and the maids respectfully bowed, showing they
have accepted the command.
The act of moving them from this location meant disregarding
what the guild members had in mind at the start. Ainz Ooal Gown was a guild
that emphasized on majority vote. It was forbidden for one person to mess
around with what everyone had created together out of stubbornness.
But today was the day everything would end. Momonga believed
that everyone would forgive him if it was on such a day.
Pondering these kinds of things, Momonga led the sound of
several footsteps following him.
Eventually they arrived at a massive, dome-shaped hall. A
large four-colored crystal embedded in the ceiling was emitting rays of white
light. There were seventy-two alcoves in the wall, most of them filled with
statues.
Every statue imitated the appearance of a devil, and there
were sixty-seven of them.
This room was called the 'Lesser Key of Solomon', also known
as the Lemegeton. It was taken from the title of a famous grimoire.
The statues, modeled after the Seventy-Two Demons of
Solomon, were actually golems made from rare magical metals. The reason why
there were only sixty-seven golems instead of the original seventy-two was
because the creator got sick and tired of the project partway.
The four coloured crystal set into the ceiling was in fact a
monster. If an enemy invaded this place, it would summon high-tier elementals
of earth, water, fire and wind, and launch a bombardment of offensive
wide-area magics.
Combining everything, it had the firepower to easily
eliminate two full parties, which was 12 people, of Lvl. 100 players.
Indeed, this room was the last line of defense that
protected the heart of Nazarick.
Momonga walked across the Lemegeton with the servants and
arrived in front of a great gate on the other side.
Towering over five meters, this majestic double door was meticulously
engraved with a goddess on the left panel and a devil on the right panel. The
engraving was so vivid that it felt they would jump out of the door and start
attacking.
Although it seemed like they could move, Momonga knew they
weren't actually able to.
────If they make it to this point, let's give the heroes
a grand welcome. There's a lot of players saying we're evil and whatnot, so why
not wait for them majestically inside like final bosses?
It was because this proposal had been approved with a
majority vote. And the proposer was...
"Urbet-san....."
Among all the guild members, Urbet Alain Odle was a person
who fixated on the word "evil" the most.
"Well, he suffered from Chuunibiyou, after
all......"
Taking a look around the hall, that was quite evident to
Momonga.
"......These statues won't attack me, right?"
His words were full of anxiety and he was right to be so.
Even Momonga didn't completely grasp all the inner workings
of this maze. It wouldn't be a surprise if some members left behind something
strange as a retirement gift. The person who designed this door was that kind
of person.
There was this one time where they activated a powerful
golem made by that person, and it turned out that its combat AI was bugged,
causing it to suddenly attack everything around it. However, Momonga remained
skeptical and believed the 'error' had been intentional.
"Luci★Fer-san, if something like that
happens today, of all days, I'll get really angry...."
Momonga carefully touched the door— but his worries had been
groundless. Befitting of its grandeur, the door opened slowly as though it was
automatic.
The atmosphere suddenly changed.
The ambiance until now had resembled a shrine with its tranquility
and solemnity, but the sight in front of him surpassed even that. It felt like
as if the change in ambiance was overwhelming him.
Its interior was enormous: a space wide enough to fit
hundreds of people with room to spare, and ceiling so high that you had to look
all the way up. The walls were white, adorned with a variety of golden
embellishments. Hanging from the ceiling, rows of opulent chandeliers crafted
from rainbow-colored gems gave off a fantastical brilliance. From the ceiling
to the floor, a total of forty-one giant banners with different patterns
decorated the walls.
There was a low stairway that had about ten steps at the
innermost area of the room, lavished with gold and silver, and at the top stood
a majestic throne that seemed as though it was cut from a gigantic crystal. On
the wall behind it was a huge dark red banner embroidered with the guild's coat
of arms.
This was the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick's deepest
and most important place ─── the Throne Room.
"Ooh......"
Even Momonga was in awe with the magnitude of the room. He
was convinced that its scale was probably ranked first or second in Yggdrasil.
This room was the perfect place to face the final moments.
Momonga stepped into the hall; it was so vast that it felt
it would swallow every sound of his footstep, and then he turned his eyes to
the female NPC standing next to the throne.
Clothed in a pure white dress, she was a beautiful woman
with the face of a goddess. In contrast to her dress, she had a lustrous
jet-black hair flowing down to her waist.
Although her golden irises and vertically split pupils were
peculiar, she was an impeccable beauty. However, on her left and right temples
were two thick horns protruding crookedly, and on her waist were black angel
wings. Perhaps due to the shadow cast by the horns, her goddess-like smile
seemed like a mask concealing her true self.
She wore a golden spiderweb necklace that covered her
shoulders and chest. Donned in a silky glove, her slender hand was holding a
strange object that appeared to be a wand. It was about 45 cm long and,
extending from its tip, a black sphere was floating in the air.
Her name, Momonga had not forgotten.
Her name was Albedo, the Overseer of the Floor Guardians of the
Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. She was a NPC that supervised the seven
Floor Guardians, and that meant she ranked above all the other NPCs in the
Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. It was for this reason that she was allowed
to stand by in the Throne Room.
Momonga looked at Albedo with his sharp eyes and wondered:
"I knew she had a World class item before, but how come
she has two now?"
In all of Yggdrasil, there were only 200 World class items.
Each of them had their own unique ability, and some were
powerful enough to destroy the game balance. Of course, not all of the World class items had such game-breaking abilities.
Even so, if a player managed to get hold a World class item,
that player's reputation in Yggdrasil would jump to the highest level.
Ainz Ooal Gown had eleven of these items, and it was also
the guild with the most legendary items in their possession. Compared to other
guilds there was quite a gap, since the guild after them only had three.
With the approval from his guild members, Momonga possessed
one of these ultimate items. The rest were scattered inside Nazarick, the
majority of them lying asleep deep inside the treasury under the protection of
avatars.
There was only one explanation as to how Albedo had gotten
hold of such secret treasure without Momonga knowing. It had been given to her
by the guild member who created her.
Ainz Ooal Gown was a guild that emphasized on majority vote.
It was forbidden for one person to move the treasures that everyone had
gathered together as one pleased.
Along with a slight displeasure, Momonga thought about
taking it back.
But today was the last day, and after taking into account
how much Albedo was treasured by his companion, he decided to ignore the issue.
"Stop there."
Having arrived at the stairs leading to the throne, Momonga
solemnly ordered Sebastian and the Pleiades to stop following him.
As soon as he started to climb a few steps, he noticed the footsteps
still following behind him. Momonga couldn't help but to smile bitterly— of
course, the expression on his skull did not change at all.
NPCs didn't understand any commands outside of their
original programming. You had to use a specific words in order for them to
accept the command. Having forgotten about it, Momonga realized that he haven't
ordered NPCs around in a long time.
After his guild members left, Momonga hunted alone and
gathered funds to maintain Nazarick. He didn't build any friendships with other
players, even going as far as to avoid them. He also avoided the dangerous
areas his guild members used to frequent.
Day after day, he was constantly earning money and putting
it into the treasury until he logged out. There was almost no contact with the
NPCs.
"─── Standby."
The footsteps stopped.
After Momonga gave the correct command, he climbed the final
steps in front of him to the throne.
Momonga gazed unreservedly at Albedo who standing next to
him. He rarely visited this room in the past, so he never paid any special
attention to her before.
"I wonder what kind of setting she has."
The only thing Momonga remembered about Albedo was her role
as the Overseer of the Floor Guardians and that she was the highest ranking NPC
in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
Struck by curiosity, Momonga operated his console and
perused Albedo's detailed setting.
A dense array of text flooded his vision. Its length was
equivalent of an epic poem. It seemed like reading it all slowly would take him
past the server shutdown.
With the feeling of having stepped on a landmine, Momonga's
unmoving face started to tremble.
Deep in his heart he wanted to scold himself for forgetting
that the member who designed Albedo was an extremely meticulous person.
But since he already started reading, he decided to see it
through to the end. Paying no attention to the actual content, he skimmed the
walls of text in a flash.
After skipping past all the lengthy texts, Momonga finally reached
the last part of her setting. But after reading what was written down, his
train of thought came to a sudden stop.
[She is also a nympho.]
He was at a loss for words.
"... Huh? What the hell is this?!"
Momonga could not help but to shout. Holding on to his
doubts, he read it several times but it was still the same sentence. Even after
several moments of pondering the matter, he couldn't think of any other
interpretation.
"A nympho… Meaning she has excessive sexual
desire?"
Each of the forty-one guild members had been in charge of
the settings for at least one NPC.
Was it possible that one of them had decided on such a
setting for their own character? Momonga was bewildered. Perhaps he would be
able to find a different meaning behind it after carefully reading the entire
text.
But among his guild members, there were indeed people who
would come up with such a distinctive and strange setting. One of those people
was 'Tabula Smaragdina', the creator of Albedo.
"Ah, he was crazy about character dissonance, wasn't
he? But even so......"
—But even so, isn't this going overboard?
Every NPC made by a member was part of the guild's legacy.
Momonga felt disheartened about Albedo, who was ranked first among the NPCs,
having such a setting.
"Hmm..."
Was is okay for him to modify a NPC that a guild member had
created dearly? After giving it some thought, Momonga came to a conclusion.
"Let's change it."
Now that he had the guild weapon in his possession, he was truly
the guild master. It should be okay for him exercise his prerogative. Momonga's
hesitation vanished with his unreasonable logic that he should fix the errors
of his guild members.
Momonga stretched out the hand he was holding the staff
with. Normally he would have to use the editing tool to change a setting, but
because right now he was using his guild master privileges, he was able to
access it directly. Operating his console, he erased the sentence immediately.
"That's good for now."
While looking at the empty space in Albedo's setting,
Momonga thought for a moment.
— Maybe I should put something in...
"No, that's just silly."
Laughing at the idea that popped up in his mind, he typed on
the console's keypad. It was a single sentence:
[She is also in love with Momonga.]
"Wow, that's cringeworthy."
Hiding his face behind his hands, Momonga felt extremely
embarrassed about his action. It was like programming his ideal girlfriend
complete with a love plot. Although he wanted to rewrite it at first, he
decided to go with it. Today the game will end and the feeling of embarrassment
will soon fade away. In the end, the part he deleted and added were about the
same length. If there were some blank parts left over, Momonga would've felt
bad about it.
Sitting on the throne, embarrassed and somewhat satisfied,
Momonga looked around the room and noticed that Sebastian and the maids were
standing motionless. Even though they were together in the same place, it still
felt a little desolate.
—I think there was a command like this.
Momonga remembered a command he never used in the past. He
held out his hand and slowly moved it down.
"Kneel."
Albedo, Sebastian and the Pleiades genuflected
simultaneously.
Everything is set.
Momonga raised his left hand to look at the holographic
clock.
23:55:48
Just in time for the last moments.
Probably a GM had already begun broadcasting and shooting
fireworks outside. But sitting inside here reminiscing, completely isolated
from the outside world, Momonga had no way of knowing.
Momonga leaned back on the throne and slowly looked up at
the ceiling.
Considering how this was the legendary base that had
destroyed the great expedition force in the past, Momonga thought that maybe
there were some players who might try to invade Nazarick on the final day.
He was waiting. To accept the last challenge as the guild
master.
Although he had sent emails to his old companions, almost
none of them showed up.
He was waiting. To welcome his companions one last time as
the guild master.
Now we are a relic of the past...
Momonga thought inside his heart.
The guild was now an empty shell, but he still had a great
time in the long run.
His eyes looked at the huge banners hanging from the ceiling.
Their total was forty-one. One banner for every guild member, each with its own
design. Momonga lifted his fleshless finger and pointed at one of the banners.
"Me."
Then he moved his finger towards the banner next to it. That
one belonged to one of Ainz Ooal Gown's—no, to one of Yggdrasil's strongest
players. The guild's founder and the one who once brought together the
"First Nine".
"Touch Me."
Next he pointed at the banner of the person who was an
university professor in the real world, and also the oldest person in Ainz Ooal
Gown.
"Shi-juuten Suzaku."
His finger moved faster and faster, pointing out the banner
that belonged to one of Ainz Ooal Gown's three female members.
"Azuki Mochi."
Momonga smoothly recited the names of the banners' owners.
"Meromero, Perorontino, Simmering Teapot, Tabula
Smaragdina, Takemikazuchi, Variable Talisman, Genjiro───"
Remembering the names of his 40 companions wasn't very
difficult for Momonga.
The names of his friends were still deeply imprinted into
his mind.
Momonga tiredly leaned at back on the throne.
"Yeah, it was really fun…"
On top of the monthly fees, Momonga spent almost one-third
of his monthly salary on cash purchases. It wasn't like his income was
especially high, it was just that he didn't have any other interests, so he
spent most of his money on Yggdrasil.
The game had a system where players could pay a fee in order
to participate in a lottery to win a rare item, and Momonga had spent most of
his money on this. After many expenses, he managed to get many different rares.
But after hearing that one of his guild members managed to win the lottery
using only his lunch money, Momonga was green with envy.
Since every member of Ainz Ooal Gown was a working member of
society, everyone had spent money on cash purchases, but Momonga was in a
league of his own.
He was addicted to it that much. Going on adventures were
interesting, but freely roaming about with his friends was the most fun out of
all.
For Momonga who had no friends or remaining family in the
real world, his memories of the time he spent with his friends in Ainz Ooal
Gown were all he had.
Today, that guild would disappear.
With a heart full of dismay and regret, he clenched the hand
holding the staff. Momonga was just a normal person, he didn't have any
financial power or connections that could change this fact. He could only wait
silently as time ran out for all the players on the server.
The holographic clock read 23:57. The server was ending at
0:00.
Time is running out. This virtual world will end and I will
return to my everyday life.
This is obvious. People cannot live in a virtual world, so
everyone will have to leave sooner or later.
Tomorrow I'll have to get up at 4am. I need to go to sleep
immediately after the server shutdown, so that it won't affect my work
tomorrow.
23:59:35,
36,
37…
Momonga slowly counted the seconds.
23:59:48,
49,
50...
Momonga shut his eyes.
23:59:58,
59—
With the clock counting the remaining seconds, he waited for
the end of this fantasy world—
And the eventual forced logout—
0:00:00…
1,
2,
3…
"...Huh?"
Momonga opened his eyes.
He was not back in his familiar room. He was still sitting
in the Throne Room within Yggdrasil.
"What's going on?"
The time was correct. Right now he should be forcefully
logged out from the server shutdown.
0:00:38
It was already past the announced time and unless there was
a system error, it was impossible to get it wrong.
Momonga looked around confusedly, searching for an
explanation.
"Did they delay the shutdown? Or did they decide to postpone
the end the end because they were unable to shut the server down?"
Various explanations came to his mind, but none of them
seemed to be the correct answer.
The most probable explanation appeared to be a delayed
server shutdown due to an error in the system.
If that were the the case, a GM should've made a statement
by now. Momonga hurriedly tried to find any news on the shutdown in the chat
channel—— but stopped abruptly.
There was no control interface.
"What the...?"
Although Momonga felt anxious and confused, he was also a
little surprised by his own calmness. He tried all the functions used in the
game: Forced System Access,Chat, Call GM, Log Out and so on───
Nothing was working, it felt as if he was completely removed
from the system.
"...What the hell is happening here?!"
His angry shout echoed in the Throne Chamber and then faded
away.
For such a thing to happen on the last day, when everything
was supposed to end... Were the developers actually tricking everyone?
Momonga's voice was furious and he felt frustrated from
being unable to meet a glorious end.
Usually, there should have been no response to his furious
exclamation.
However...
"Is everything all right, Momonga-sama?"
It was the first time Momonga ever heard this sweet female
voice.
Although shocked, Momonga started looking for the source the
voice. When he found out who it was, he was left speechless.
The response came from a NPC— It was Albedo.
That ending + the character trait he edited earlier...
ReplyDeleteI'm making an evil laugh just imagining what sort of orz he'll do once he remembers it.
"Now it stretched over 10 floors, each with its own characteristics" Is there really more than 10 floors? Secret floors?!
ReplyDeleteover 10 floors doesn't mean more than 10 floors here, it means it covers 10 floors.
Deletethere technically is the treasury and mausoleum but i am not sure if they are considered to be seperate floors
DeleteAll hail Momonga the overlord of evil(or good)... he is now stuck in a alternet reality or the VR world became real... that would be the life wouldn't it.
ReplyDeleteDepends on how good you were. If you had just joined as the server shut down that would suck.
DeleteI bet the developers forced quit everyone else but left Momonga on his own, since he was the strongest player in that game.
DeleteAt least the items that he and his guildmembers had painstakingly gathered and designed had not disappear and become wasted. :D
DeleteAt least the items that he and his guildmembers had painstakingly gathered and designed had not disappear and become wasted. :D
DeleteWOW.... this is better than expected. i would love to see what happens next :)
ReplyDeleteWay to end it on a cliffhanger
ReplyDeleteu can read more in a google doc, translated from the same guys but i think those don't colab with imoutolicious so they are not on this site. https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0ByPeaKaqUsGFQVAxUEM2bUI0R0E&usp=sharing#list
DeleteThanks for the link.
DeleteThanks! Looks great!
DeleteI am very Thankful!
DeleteSo there could be other players who got stuck in the game??
ReplyDeleteAssuming anyone else was logged in at the final moment then possibly.
Deleteafter i read in ncode i think he's not stuck and more accurate teleport to different world with all tomb inhabitant
DeleteAloha cooollll
ReplyDeleteNext chapter please
I wonder which would have been more embarrassing? This? Or the nympho?
ReplyDeleteStill, that is pretty hilarious.
"Even if it's embarrassing, it'll be gone in a few minutes..."
-Few minutes later-
"Uh..."
It's always sad to have a good game end..
ReplyDeletegood ol' time..
I can't believe how great a job you guys have done on this. Reading this is simply a delight. The story is also very interesting.
ReplyDeleteWow! Great work guys, really enjoying the story so far.
ReplyDeleteaaah the first ever LN i read, and it's this god damned addictive! I get that it takes a lot of time translating, and each chapter lasts 10 times as long as any manga chapter, but still the wait is excruciating!! are the google pdf versions as good? or are they rough-as-heck?
ReplyDeleteAs for the GMs that remained logged in when the game ended, I wonder what positions they have in the world? Would they become deities, but just like GMs, unable to directly participate first person in gameplay, but able to influence other factors behind the scenes? I'd like to see how thorough the author is about addressing the various aspects of different people being logged in at 00:00
ReplyDeletePossible but I think they would do it like WOW. Game develops don't really give a shit about their product unless it makes money and then spend that money on debauchery or human sacrifices, like bioware. But you would have to wonder, who was at the top of that ranking thing if the main character was on ninth spot.
DeleteWell the GMs might not be logged into the game at all. They might not have any in game accounts and merely have access to certain admin powers (teleport players, start events like the fireworks, restore items). Basically they might be people who monitor and affect the game not through in game characters, but through certain actions they are allowed by the game developers.
Delete"Please enjoy."
ReplyDeleteI did, immensely, thank you.
Ahh... That feel when a game you like is shutting down, I feel you MC, its sad isn't it...
"I'd like to see how thorough the author is about addressing the various aspects of different people being logged in at 00:00 "
Same here
maybe he just dreaming all of this because he fell asleep at his computer
ReplyDeleteI swear that better not be the case...
DeleteThank you for your amazing job!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this
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ReplyDeleteNo, I think that it's perfect as-is. It's best not to try correcting stuff in languages that you can't speak and wow this sounds really condescending I am so sorry
DeleteThis was genuinely saddening to read. The emotions were so sincere that I - I, with a heart of stone unbent by 'most everything in either fiction or reality - actually felt sorry for poor Momonga. I think this is the first translation I've ever read that actually has good translators and editors. Please continue this series, I beg you.
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