1 Chapter 1

Everything has its end, Suzuki Satoru reminisced his final moments sitting on the throne. While a game for others it was indeed a escapism for him from his corporate dreary life. With none of his friends in Nazarick and the game ending, he decided to clear all items from the treasury and transfer it to his inventory, thinking more of going out like he read some Egyptian kings did in the past.

He was currently in the throne room looking over the npc as they bowed before him.

"Its was fun while it lasted..." he again missed his friends who he shared his pain and hardships with.

"I wish you were all here..." he spoke with sadness in his voice. Remembering the good times.

"00:00:02"

Remembering the bad times.

"00:00:01"

And he with a final sigh emoji of his artificial avatar, the overlord and Suzuki closed his eyes drowning in the final moments.

"...I hope they released Yggdrasil 2 early this summer"

And with such thoughts, the light dimmed from his avatar.

"00:00:00"

Error...

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The creation of the world was wrought with mysterious. Mysterious which never got resolved no matter how much time passed. Even though humans evolved from their primate self to machines, they still however never ended up with the truth.

Far into the stars, a being watched the world without a hint of care for the things happening. The arbiter of the universe or as he was called. He is been know throughout history in many names. Some align his actions with good while others align him with the ultimate evil.

The being after eons have passed, bored out his mind, gave divine knowledge to the humans. While Yggdrasil was a game for humans, it was a simulation of the greatest war that happened linked towards the life, sins, infamy and death.

He(?) relished the moments when mortals began massacring one another in the name of good or others in the name conquest. It was a guilty pleasure for this chained immortal of this universe to witness wars, famines, death, destruction which eventually leads to rebirth or the start of a new beginning and so peaking towards the parallel worlds where monsters were the intellectual beings he crafted a simulated world fully based on reality and pushed the knowledge to some random employee of some random company.

However, while the players watched the events as if its were a game. The game indeed was a reality for inhabitants of some parallel world as the twisted god recreated a past and connected it to the game.

In the final moment toward the end of Yggdrasil, he peaked at its last remnants. A man hiding behind his avatar, felt the most connection to his "game". This was enough to gain the chained beings interest and so with the end of a game, the world itself again began to crumble.

"00:00:00"

The distorted reality twisted itself as if regenerating its lost limbs. The inhabitants of this time were torn into billion of particles and with the energy released from this specific frame of a moment of this dying world, the deity stood strong once more to start the game of life anew...

In the universe all events good or bad happened in one way or another. If the hero defeated the demon king there was also a future where the demon king defeated the hero. However, the two timelines would never collide leaving the hero or the demon king to the illusion of the ultimate or decisive victory.

The universe again was finally recreated and from the exact frame started a new timeline, a new branch of reality.

"00:00:01"

A skeleton and a man stood soul floated before him and a twisted smirk made its way towards the deity face.

In the end it doesn't matter if the hero wins or not, what truly matter is the trails faced in their journey.

And so the unknown being distorted the man's very soul bringing the skeleton and the man together as two beings one with the other.

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Gods, beings of infinite power, worthy of worship of mortals, bored in their realms descended onto the world in search of curing their ailment. They took in humans which they considered worthy of their power, giving them the substance called falna.

As humans considered to be weak, the gods gifted them with the chance of power.

Individuals with falna devoted their lives to fulfill their gods will. With time soon came the age of adventurers, with some people hope's and dreams in their eyes entering Orario.

A city with its own dungeon acting as the starting of a journey, the journey of a hero. The gods watched as mortals gained their blessings and threw their lives in their journey. Some felt disgust and agony.

Overtime, the pain soon was replaced by pragmatic reality and the gods again started giving their blessings. Soon enough with strength, power and time the gods took over Oraria. Some who relished in the adventures of the heroes made Orario their personal playground and awaited for the one true hero who would conquer the dungeon.

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In a pitch black cave, a boy stood with a splitting headache.

"Uuugh..."

The cave was big, some distance away from Orario. Waking up, the boy took note of his surroundings "Where am I? The game...work" suddenly he realized that its probably a new day and his time to go back to work. Years of corporate life in the previous dystopian world, engineered his mind to prioritize his work over anything.

While the cave was pitch black the boy saw his surroundings clearly. He was currently sitting atop of a stone, mutilated bodies surrounding him, wearing the clothes of priests or shaman on his time. In his old world, the priests used the sense of god to make the population subservient towards the corporate rulers.

He looked at his body and saw his leg missing, as if ripped off from its sockets.

"Agggrh...." the pain was enough to make him black out again.