WTF?

EARTH Year 2132

(6 Years before Shutdown)

NARRATOR'S POV

*Hmmm...*

"What color should I choose?"

In a glamorous room, filled with the colors gold, white and blue. Furnished with old Greek and Roman-styled pieces of furniture. Columns adorn its marble walls with golden ivy and laurel leaves hanging.

The sweet and melodious humming sound continues to disseminate upon the room.

*Hm.. hmmm...*

"Will pink look good?"

The humming stops, as the perpetrator struggles to hold a laugh.

*Pfffttt*

"Who am I kidding? Red will suit him best!"

The woman continues to giggle and hold her laugh whilst her dainty fingers press a few buttons and swipe on the transparent blue game screen.

After a few more minutes, she's finally done.

Working with the creation of her own NPC alone was truly time-consuming, and quite laborious for her part.

Starting with what race to choose from, job classes, and the most tiring but the most satisfying, the NPC's looks and its lore of course.

It took her time, almost consuming all her daily playtime scheduled after work. Slaving away for 12 hours a day just to put food and other necessities in her dilapidated apartment room, just so she could escape from the dreadful reality of living in the year 2138.

In the World of 2138, the destruction of the environment continued at ever-increasing speed to the point where the surface of the Earth was hopelessly polluted; gorgeous nature existed only in video games. The sky was always hidden behind black smog, while the sun made only brief appearances now and then. Thick, toxic fog frequently covered the cities, so almost no one went out without wearing a gas mask beforehand.

With nature almost destroyed, she along with the people who could barely afford it, have no other choice but to rely on artificial lungs solely created for their safety to help breathe in the current, poor state of the environment.

Of course, the pollution extended to the water as well as all the rivers which led to it changing into horrible colors and becoming murky. The pollution was so bad that water purification systems ceased to function, so even tap water had to be passed through a filter before it could be drunk.

Furthermore, during wet weather, the rain was considered to be acidic and foul-smelling. When her clan, the Angelarium Clan, challenged the Boss during a dungeon raid in the Melancholic Tower of the Silent Hills, it made some clan members vividly recall how very bad the weather can be. They described such weather phenomena to be in the berserk form of a torrential acid rainstorm which filled every person's vision upon catching sight of it happening before their eyes.

In Brazil, in practice, was run not by the government but by corporations. Huge conglomerates had even altered the laws to be to the companies' advantage, and the reality was that they controlled the people.

The government had ceased functioning, and the police remained only in name. Naturally, public safety worsened, and gangs of thieves and hackers operated in the open, but society as a whole wasn't thrown into chaos. Most people quietly commute to an office and put in their hours. Employees were treated cruelly, but they never complained, and almost no one rebelled against their administration. The reason they didn't was that anyone who revolted against their company would have been unable to survive in that world.

She has long lost hope in the idea that the world can change for the better. Hence, the reason for investing her free time in playing YGGDRASIL.

YGGDRASIL is a DMMO-RPG that was released in 2126, which was 6 years ago, by a Japanese developer. According to the developers' website, YGGDRASIL was a game of exploration and so many things were mysteries left unknown for players to discover on their own or in groups. It was a game where all you were told was the controls before being thrown into the deep end. In other words, the unique thing about YGGDRASIL was the incredible amount of freedom given to the players compared to any other DMMO-RPGs out there.

As she ends her line of thought about the world and her favorite game.

She finally sets her attention on her work of art.

Swiping the game screen away for obstructing her sight. She could finally appreciate her newly 'born' NPC.

Standing in front of her is a man of 6 ft. 9 in. height with an athletic physique. A VERY handsome face with a pair of golden eyes that adorned his sockets. His hair is as red as the blood that drips along his back till it ends on his waist. Possessing broad shoulders, large arms, and thick thighs, especially his butt that would put Captain America's ass to shame.

The most important part of him is the one that showcases his race.

With 2 pairs of large feathered wings on his muscular back, accompanied by a huge halo on top of his head that is continuously pulsating a radiant holy glow.

An Angel.

The same Heteromorphic race as hers when she started, albeit it is different, now that she has achieved her 'Goddess' Racial Class that she worked so hard for.

She couldn't help but cry in real life as her avatar was still, in front of her creation, contrasting the loud crying noises she was producing in her room.

As she composes herself in the real world, she has finally decided to input the name for her handsome creation, his image that was inspired by the man of her dreams. Her Knight-in-shining-armor.

She wills the game screen to her front, pressing on the NPC panel and edit button beside the empty name.

"I will name you... Ainz... in honor of my favorite Heteromorphic Guild... Ainz Ooal Gown"

She then paused for a few moments then started to giggle.

*Hehehe*

"Indeed, I shall name you, Ainz... aka 'Ainzerophiel Deus Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale'!"

She excitedly exclaims as she is proud of herself for puking out a unique and 'memely' name. (Based on the culture of the legends and wise of the 21st Century)

With her continuously celebrating her achievement, she didn't notice the changes occurring on her newly 'born' NPC.

The soulless eyes of her creation suddenly brimming with life with a bit of sparkle in his eyes.

The Angel, Ainz, finally conscious, finds himself in an unfamiliar room.

Bewildered, lost and in a strike of panic, all he could think of was...

"What the Fuck?!"

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