[X] Send Momonga a message. You have to hurry up before the time is up.
-[X] Request end to fighting and spend what little time left with a personal duel between the two of us while armies watch (at safe distance). No matter the victor we'll restore everything at end so we all can send off game in style and a friendly handshake.

It's IC to do so when times nearly up.
 
Another thing, Sebas got fucking bitchslapped by Tangaku. That will probably hurt his pride when he gains sentience.
 
[X] Send Momonga a message. You have to hurry up before the time is up.
-[X] Request end to fighting and spend what little time left with a personal duel between the two of us while armies watch (at safe distance). No matter the victor we'll restore everything at end so we all can send off game in style and a friendly handshake.

Another thing, Sebas got fucking bitchslapped by Tangaku. That will probably hurt his pride when he gains sentience.
[MENACING]
 
Minor update/AN.

I've done a secondary viewing of the anime's first and second episodes and re-read of the Light Novel's beginning parts just now before we actually go into the New World, just to be 100% sure that everything is going along as it should. Turns out Carne Village got attacked three days after Ains arrived in the New World, and that he's been loitering around before that and learning how to deal with his new unlife in it.

As such, minor rectifications will take place to a plan of mine that some of you may know from reading the previous spoiler.

Otherwise, it won't affect the story in a major way, only make things fall in line more with the canon.

EDIT: By the way, I did some edits to World Items. Made them more powerful.
 
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[X] Send Momonga a message. You have to hurry up before the time is up.
-[X] Request end to fighting and spend what little time left with a personal duel between the two of us while armies watch (at safe distance). No matter the victor we'll restore everything at end so we all can send off game in style and a friendly handshake.
 
Hey @Birdsie can we still submit NPCs for the guild? Having so many members means there's a large cast of NPCs in the background, yeah?

It's actually kinda fun to do.
 
Puppies of Cybertron
So how about...

Puppies!: Literally just a group of 20 level 5 puppies of various breeds and sizes that roam the base and are programmed to wag their tails and attempt the "lick your face!" emote where possible, and to stay out of the way while still nearby to the players and/or the NPCs otherwise; if ignored for twenty minutes, they return to "roaming" mode to follow other NPCs until they spot the higher priority PCs. They are a "swarm" type NPC when together, for a combined total level of 100 and with a specialty in tracking despite never having left the base outside of their lore. Even when "swarming" they're nowhere near optimized for combat, and would probably rate at a level 70 or so if they had to fight. By Yggdrasil standards, they're a speed bump to any higher level player.

Made one day by a bored member of the guild out of pocket while waiting for a raid, to the surprise of various other members. Out of respect for said member, who lost his job not long after and couldn't continue to play online, a kennel was made in a side room to contain the otherwise roaming dogs. A bell in the room can call the dogs from anywhere in the base (or nearby) into the room in seconds, a teleportation effect which automatically enters them into "swarm" mode. Other notable abilities outside the tracking and swarming are their low-middle tier healing effects, delivered with their "lick your face!" emote for flavor, and their ability to regenerate at no cost at the Kennel even when all 20 have died.

They were neither intended nor expected to be a part of the battle. They became like the paintings on the Guild walls, a set piece to flavor the Guild's history, if only a small piece of it.

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So how about...

Puppies!: Literally just a group of 20 level 5 puppies of various breeds and sizes that roam the base and are programmed to wag their tails and attempt the "lick your face!" emote where possible, and to stay out of the way while still nearby to the players and/or the NPCs otherwise; if ignored for twenty minutes, they return to "roaming" mode to follow other NPCs until they spot the higher priority PCs. They are a "swarm" type NPC when together, for a combined total level of 100 and with a specialty in tracking despite never having left the base outside of their lore. Even when "swarming" they're nowhere near optimized for combat, and would probably rate at a level 70 or so if they had to fight. By Yggdrasil standards, they're a speed bump to any higher level player.

Made one day by a bored member of the guild out of pocket while waiting for a raid, to the surprise of various other members. Out of respect for said member, who lost his job not long after and couldn't continue to play online, a kennel was made in a side room to contain the otherwise roaming dogs. A bell in the room can call the dogs from anywhere in the base (or nearby) into the room in seconds, a teleportation effect which automatically enters them into "swarm" mode. Other notable abilities outside the tracking and swarming are their low-middle tier healing effects, delivered with their "lick your face!" emote for flavor, and their ability to regenerate at no cost at the Kennel even when all 20 have died.

They were neither intended nor expected to be a part of the battle. They became like the paintings on the Guild walls, a set piece to flavor the Guild's history, if only a small piece of it.
Just so you know, anything with Level 20 or above can fight Climb and pose a threat, even if not specced into combat.
 
Oh, I'm well aware that the 20 puppies are more than capable of going toe to toe with even an Angel while in "swarming" mode. When not, however, they're just a bunch of level fives. Technically a "swarm" like them should be able to fight on with the collective level of however many members are participating, increasing in strength by 5 level increments, but individually they're just there for tracking and licking faces and healing and such.

In Yggdrasil, a speed bump. In Post-Yggdrasil? They'd be collectively classified as a terror among terrors, yes.

Nothing quite like seeing a bunch of goblins get taken down by a Pomeranian the size of a teacup, after all.

EDIT: added a few pictures of puppies in the first post for reference. 10 left up for grabs, so everybody can imagine their own puppies (and perhaps a kitten or two who think they're dogs) in the tiny pile of joy.
Why buy a hospital when you can just call for a small horde of puppies to swamp your character with love and affection and low-tier buffs?
 
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@Birdsie while I'm sure you are going to show the effects later down the line just like how Momonga got deaden emotions and apathy to others not considered family due to becoming a lich what will happen once MC becomes a Mind Flayer in truth? I get memories will play a big part on how he acts but emotionally what changes can we expect?

If spoilery don't have to answer.

On another note does Laputa have the ability to "land" at all? Basically drive itself into the earth and sit there if we wanted?
 
Sure, but they shouldn't be Floor Guardian Level in strength.

Cool!

Here's that Ordinary House Cat

Name: Kimba
Epithets: Kim-chan, Sweet Baby, He Who Lurks Behind, The Softest Horror
Gender: Male
Race: Eldritch Beast House Cat
Racial Levels:
- Eldritch Beast (15)
- House Cat (15)
- Hound of Tindalos (5)
Class Levels:
- Rogue (15)
- Ninja (10)
- Master Shinobi (5)

Appearance:

Total Levels: 65

Behold, this small cat can wipe out a village of people in a hour.

This Cat can beat the Head Warrior with a single attack.

Fear Kim-chan.

Fear Him!

Give him chin sritches as he demands!
 
@Birdsie while I'm sure you are going to show the effects later down the line just like how Momonga got deaden emotions and apathy to others not considered family due to becoming a lich what will happen once MC becomes a Mind Flayer in truth? I get memories will play a big part on how he acts but emotionally what changes can we expect?
In short, his very sense of morality will become alien, just like an Illithid's. He'll recall basic facts back from his human days, such as: "Killing people is generally looked upon as bad," and he might try to act accordingly, but he won't necessarily feel that way.
 
In short, his very sense of morality will become alien, just like an Illithid's. He'll recall basic facts back from his human days, such as: "Killing people is generally looked upon as bad," and he might try to act accordingly, but he won't necessarily feel that way.
Good thing there are more than a few good aligned NPCs around to hopefully at least give him differing advice rather than the onesidedness of most of Momonga's allies.
 
Good thing there are more than a few good aligned NPCs around to hopefully at least give him differing advice rather than the onesidedness of most of Momonga's allies.
To be fair, there are a few good-aligned NPCs in Nazarick, it just so happens that they're away on missions or assignments most of the time because of the circumstances.

Ah, also. Once I wrap up the list of Wizzomatic's former comrades (I've written what is, at worst, a bad fanfiction backstory, and at best pretty cool backstory, regarding the creation of Cybertron, why it is called such, its past, etc,) and NPCs, I'll get to writing the update. Also, excuse any grogginess or tardiness on my part, but I just got back home from a really major party. I'm still lucid, just imperceptibly tipsy so it may affect the writing a little bit.
 
Ah, also. Once I wrap up the list of Wizzomatic's former comrades (I've written what is, at worst, a bad fanfiction backstory, and at best pretty cool backstory, regarding the creation of Cybertron, why it is called such, its past, etc,) and NPCs, I'll get to writing the update. Also, excuse any grogginess or tardiness on my part, but I just got back home from a really major party. I'm still lucid, just imperceptibly tipsy so it may affect the writing a little bit.
Just rest, we can wait.
 
Just rest, we can wait.
It's alright. I've taken a pretty long (is three-four hours long?) nap and ate some leftover pizza from the fridge. Most of the consequences of partying passed away in that time, it's just the remnants of inebriation are just sitting in the back of my head. Besides, I write for fun - I'd never push myself to do it if I was in a rough state.

Update in a few hours.
 
Chapter Five: The New World
[X] Send Momonga a message. You have to hurry up before the time is up.
-[X] Request end to fighting and spend what little time left with a personal duel between the two of us while armies watch (at safe distance). No matter the victor we'll restore everything at end so we all can send off game in style and a friendly handshake.

The fighting has stopped several seconds ago.

Everyone, from the most vulgar, deathless zombie to the highest and most powerful Death Knight froze abruptly. The swamps of Helheim, with their distanced lifeless trees and decomposing vegetation, were full of loitering automatons, staring at animated skeletons, their weapons lowered. The forces of Cybertron and Nazarick stood meters away from each other, and yet, no one moved an inch.

Albedo stares into Tangaku's eyes and he does the same, but neither so much as twitches an eyebrow at each other.

You approach the leader of Ains Ooal Gown, Momonga. In the middle of this field, where everyone ceased fighting, you two walk to each other. Not twenty meters away from you, Kaori, holding Fellind'iir in one hand and the Holy Grail in the other is spilling out its contents onto the ground.

Golden liquid. Make no mistake: not yellow, but actual golden cast, with the same opaque iridescence and reflectiveness of a golden surface, yet so smooth and viscous that it behaves more like mud. And yet, it is constantly churning with sacred blue fire on its surface, which represents the very essence of the primordial life-force that created living beings.

She keeps pouring the life out of the Holy Grail. The clods of gold-blue soup, as if possessed by sentience, reach out to each other with tendrils and coalesce seamlessly into a single mass, shifting and reshaping into a vaguely humanoid form. Soon, Sebas Tian, the butler of Ains Ooal Gown, is reborn. He stands up and walks over to Nazarick's side of the battlefield, but Kaori keeps pouring and recreating more and more NPCs, from both sides.

[23:58:25]

Momonga lowers his head. "Let's begin. You make the first move."

You don't hesitate, as there is no time left. You raise your hand and cast [Triplet Maximize Reality Slash].

Normally, when using spells, a magic caster will yell their names, but this isn't an actual requirement. Rather, in large battles, if you cast too many spells, your teammates won't know what you're doing, so it is common courtesy to announce one's attacks. In a one-versus-one battle like this, it'd only be detrimental.

Momonga casts a spell of his own. You recognize it as [Counterspell]. An elementary way to avoid damage from high-level spells is to simply destroy them before they happen.

Reality bends three times, folding a hundred billion times in select space, creating three slashes of white void that dissipate as Momonga counters them.

Still, this gives you a time window to act. Being aware of your weaknesses, you cast [Protection from Fire] and [Stoneskin], to mitigate the spells he's likely to go for. As expected, Momonga casts [Stream of Lava] from his hand, firing a wide hose of red burning liquid in your direction. Specks of the lava crackle with fire as they hit against the nearby ground and scar it.

Just to be safe, you cast [Mage Armor] and a forcefield forms around your body, lowering the damage. The lava stream hits your body, and you can see a fraction of your HP drop, though it is far, far lower than the apocalyptic damage you'd have received otherwise.

This exchange happens in a matter of seconds.

This is the opening for you. He's selecting his next spell, but you've already prepared yours: [Boost Over Maximize Holy Ray]. It's typically cast by clerics, but it is actually low-tier enough that even you can learn it, and the metamagic is only there to elevate it to a higher tier so it does more damage. That much metamagic puts some strain on your MP, almost taking off an eighth in one use, but it doesn't matter. The massive, shining beam of holy light flies out of your palm and hits the Overlord in the chest.

[Life Essence] quickly confirms his HP dropped to half. You decide to strike before Momonga can heal–––but instead, he's the one that gets the strike.

"[Grasp Heart]!" you hear him proclaim, probably out of habit. Of course he would use that; it's a favorite of necromancers. The spell doesn't kill you, as you are too high-level, but your avatar is stunned for a few seconds, creating a critical opening. Before Momonga can cast another attack to finish you off, you manage to narrowly cast [Time Stop] to halt him in his tracks.

For someone of his Level, the Time Stop lasts only a scant few seconds, but it's enough. By the time he casts [Napalm], you are twelve meters off to the side, and charging up [Meteor Fall]. Momonga teleports away, avoiding the attack which forms a wide crater in the ground with a flash of bright light, and he warps in a few meters behind you.

It is a battle of demigods. No––calling yourselves demigods at this stage would be an understatement. If there are gods out there right now, it is you and him.

[Black Blade of Disaster] is up next. A black rift in space, shaped like a blade, forms in your hand as you swing it, spinning around to face your enemy. It clashes with Momonga's [Flame Cleaver] and the two spells conflict with each other, sparks of magic energy flying off in every direction violently, making you two enter a sword lock with each other.

He's a tough opponent. "As expected of Momonga!"

"H-Hey, you're not so bad yourself," he praises a bit timidly, even though the two of you are in combat.

[23:59:08]

Lightning crackles in your left hand, as you let go of the Black Blade. A thunderbolt forms in it, like Zeus' attribute. "Not a whole lot of time left. Let's wrap this up. Here I come–––[Maximize Greater Thunder]!"

"So be it! [Acid Ballista]!" A magic circle envelopes his free hand and a giant dart of green, bubbling liquid hardens in it, as he lunges it at you.

Everything flashes, then goes blank.

***​



Both of your HPs reached zero through mutual self-annihilation. Fortunately, Kaori resurrected your bodies very quickly using the Holy Grail.

"Haah," you huff, standing up, then pulling your hood on. Momonga does so, too. Kaori takes a step back, smiling.

[23:59:40]

"You're really good at this. You can select spells as quick as me," he praises.

[23:59:45]

"I was about to say the same thing. It's a shame that YGGDRASIL is ending, huh?" You reach out with one hand.

[23:59:49]

"It was fun while it lasted. I have to get up at four tomorrow. I guess this is goodbye."

[29:59:54]

"Yes, it is," you confirm. "Goodbye, Momonga-san."

"Goodbye, Wizzomatic-san."

You shake your hands, then close your eyes and...

[00:00:00]

...

[00:00:01]

***​



The funny thing is, touch-receptors aren't a thing in YGGDRASIL.

Actually, the hardware doesn't allow it, so it doesn't exist in any DMMO-RPG, period.

Obviously, you're quite alerted when you feel something touch your hand. When you open your eyes, you see Momonga standing there, and you're one-hundred percent sure that your graphic settings increased, like, at last by three orders of magnitude.

Momonga, staring back at you, must be thinking the same thoughts as you.

Both of you, in unison, look left, and tremble with alarm when you see the NPCs from both Guilds not only speaking but arguing with each other over something. To affirm that you've not gone insane at the thought of losing YGGDRASIL forever, you begin to ask if Momonga can see this too, but: "Mo-Momon––"

Your own voice gives you pause. Momonga lets go of your hand and steps back. "Wizzo––" He stops too, his voice unnaturally and profoundly deep, much like yours.

Both of you, in chorus: "EEEEH?!"

It takes five seconds of respiration to calm down. You stare at your hands, clench them, feel them clench. You touch your face. It is unbelievably smooth, unblemished, and you can feel the tentacles near your mouth. You can touch each one, wriggle it around, play with it, or take the entire bunch in your hand and pull or stroke it.

This confirms it in your mind. You're not playing YGGDRASIL. In fact, someone must have jacked your body up to some newer, more advanced hardware if you can feel things.

No, more importantly, the HUD is gone. You try every chat method, every gesture for opening menus, but nothing comes up. Perplexed, you begin thinking. Then, you cast, "[Message]."

Momonga looks at you. "You can't call any GMs either?"

"Yes," you confirm sternly. "It seems we're stuck here."

"Let's assess the situation," Momonga proposes. A few seconds pass, as you two get stuck in thought. Both of you clutch your chins like philosophers, letting your gamer's instinct and common sense take over the train of thought for a moment.

Then, you two begin reciting facts to each other. "The HUD is gone. The sense of touch and I think smell, are possible despite the obvious hardware and software limitations."–– A look around reveals this isn't Helheim but some empty plain in the middle of nowhere ––"And we're at an unknown location of an unknown nature."

"Crap, this is bad," Momonga says. "On top of this, our voices have changed and we can't call the admins."

Your heads slowly turn in the direction of the NPCs. You can see Kaori and Albedo having a heated debate on something, sparks of aura color flying around them as if their murderous intent was made palpable. Sebas is trying to act as a mediator, trying to calm them down, but he's not doing a good job at it.

You look at Momonga, and he looks at you. Double-nod. This might not be a game anymore, but it can be. No, rather, the thing you two agree on is completely different in nature.

"We're screwed."

***​

"[Acid Arrow]," Momonga tests. A green magic circle spews out a single shot of miasmic fluid, scorching the grass and earth on the ground. He nods to you. "Spells seem to work. How about skills?"

Your turn to experiment. "[Create Low Tier Aberration: Flumph]." A wave of dark energy rolled from your fingertip, twisting and cloaking in the air a meter away from you, until a creature formed from it. A Flumph is a very low-level benevolent, psionic creature with acidic tentacles.

It floats there, blinking it eyes mindlessly. You turn to Momonga. "Work."

"How about NPCs?" you both question, slightly disconcerted, as you look back at what seems to be the Fall of Rome.

"No, our Supreme Beings are better!" Albedo snaps, pushing her face into Kaori's own.

Kaori leans forward, pushing against Albedo's forehead with her own, like two stags fighting with their mighty horns. "Your Supreme Beings are cheap and left you to a choppy skeleton! Our Supreme Beings are grade A+ and have a tragic backstory!"

Tragic backstory? I guess what happened wasn't together, but was it tragic?

"Bitch! What did you call Momonga-sama?!" Albedo seems to go several levels of anger higher, surprising you with that it was possible, and her voice reaches a screechy falsetto.

"P-Please, calm down," Sebas half-requests half-demands, somewhat meekly for his appearance. His docile words fall on deaf ears, however, as Albedo and Kaori push their hands against each other and begin to play a game of tug-of-war.

"I'll show you the power of Nazarick, you worthless maid!"

"Says the slutty succubus! Those boobs of yours make you look like a dairy cow with mastitis!"

Each time one of them takes voice, they push the other back. This keeps on going, but the conflict doesn't escalate to handiwork, tentatively because of your previous orders not to fight each other. This, in someone's eyes, might count as a fight, but it's harmless enough that it doesn't require immediate intervention.

That's what you think, with your fingers resting thoughtfully on your chin, while Momonga looks at you worriedly. "Hey, shouldn't we break this up?" he asks.

"Actually, I was hoping to crack how they're supposed to work. They're NPCs, right? They're not supposed to... well, talk. Or move without permission. Or have free will. Or abstract thought, which is necessary to facilitate the belief in a deity like the 'Supreme Beings,' they speak of, which is probably us."

"How analytical," Momonga quips quietly, and a bit rudely, unlike himself.

"Umu. Okay, let's do it!" You hit your fist into the open palm of your hand decisively.

Momonga calls out, "Cut it out, Albedo!" His deep voice adds a gravity to the order.

"You stop too, Kaori," you order, with just as much weight.

The two women step away from each other, sharply turn towards you two, then bow on one knee, lowering their heads in profound respect. "Yes," they both reply. This confirms your theory. You and Momonga are the Supreme Beings. Perhaps that earlier allegory to godhood wasn't all that incorrect?

Well, who cares. Time to find out what's going on. You decide to let Momonga take initiative, as he should already know the next thing to do.

"A-Albedo," he calls.

"Yes, Momonga-sama?!" Albedo looks up, her cheeks flushed. Hold on just a moment. You look at Momonga, then you look back at Albedo, back at Momonga, and back at Albedo. There's something weird in here, but you can't put your finger on it.

"Can you tell me where are we, right now?"

Albedo seems to calm down eerily, looking around with a quick glance. "Momonga-sama, it appears we are a few kilometers south of Nazarick, in an unknown area."

That's interesting. The NPCs are still loyal, just... alive. You can practically see them breathing, living. You turn to Momonga. "Momonga-san. Something happened, and now we're in this plain. This is a plot straight out of an isekai. Armed with this knowledge, I believe it'd be good to join forces temporarily and try to find out what's happening and where we are."

"I agree. Can we use the Iron Fortress of Laputa to get to Nazarick?" he asks politely, though his deep voice makes it sound a little harsh.

"Naturally," you say. "[Gate]."

***​

You move toward Nazarick and, deciding to, at least for the time-being operate on neutral grounds, you and pretty much everyone else stay on the surface. It's quite hard, having this many NPCs to coordinate without knowing exactly what to do, or how this world works.

On the way there, Momonga touched Albedo's chest to confirm that erotic actions can take place, and therefore confirming this isn't another DMMO-RPG. This is actually a different world.

You, however, walk into your Command Chamber and use telekinesis to click a button under your chair. Seams open up at a five-meter radius, lifting you upwards while the ceiling opens to allow you entry. After solving an easy riddle in Latin, going down a short corridor, you find yourself in the treasury. You walk past the mountains of gold contained in the room, to another door with a keypad, and type in the code.

The door opens, and before you, you see something reminiscent of a police station's evidence locker, with several empty stands. You place the World Items where they belong. All ten World Items of Cybertron, plus one more that you'd rather not think about, or use.

It is a special World Item, of particular destructive capabilities. It is locked behind another door with a keypad, several protected hallways with turrets, high-level golems, and cash-item mobs, to ensure no one can pass and just take the World Item from there. Using it would surely spell disaster for the entire planet in a matter of weeks or even days. You doubt even the full might of Nazarick and Cybertron combined could stop the user of that World Item.

A shudder runs down your spine, as you look at that one-meter thick floodgate-shaped door crafted from enhanced prismatic ore and enchanted with all protective spells known to you. The thoughts of what happened in the past linger in your mind like they always do, but then you leave.

***​

What do you do next?

Vote by Plan.
[] Write-in.
-[] Figure out the magic system of this world. (How?)
-[] Gather information regarding the overall system changes between YGGDRASIL and this world. (How?)
-[] Gather all of the Floor Guardians and order them to scout the nearby area and help Momonga's efforts to cover up Nazarick's location.

Vote Duration: 18-48 hours.
 
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I have to say, if not of anything else, I am proud of the shouting match between Kaori and Albedo. Took me a while to think up or find those insults, and I believe as far as insults go, they're pretty insulting, which is their exact purpose in this situation.
 
Hey, Birdsie do we have any way of concealing the Iron Fortress's existence? Say a stealth generator an invisibility spell or concealing it under ground?
 
We're analytical now, eh? Let's put that to good use.

[X] PLAN: Tests Give Results
-[X] We have access to two entire guilds worth of NPCs, and no enemies in sight. Throw up anti-scry wards and have them test every single spell they can, comparing results against one another to see which spells, if any, fail to work as anticipated. From the lowly flare up through Fallen Down, with a journey through healing and resurrection, all combat spells should be documented. Have the NPCs try to study utility spells where possible. NPC creation is apparently working, see how many can be made and for how long. Test intelligence and loyalty by asking for belief systems of NPCs, among other things. DOCUMENT EVERYTHING.
-[X] Speaking of tests, cast every hidden Scrying spell possible in a widening circle around the bases, to ensure no unexpected guests are coming in. Have a few NPCs also stealthily scout for everything to verify those results. Low level NPCs may be better to risk than Floor Guardians, in case of sudden attack. Wait before sending out diplomatic groups if possible, quietly GATE in under disguise if not.
-[X] Tentatively test each World Item that can be safely tested; the lesser items can be systematically tested by the NPCs after the preliminary tests are done. Don't bother hiding it from Momonga, you're stuck in this together now, and if you can't trust him, who's left?
-[X] Stay safe. This may be PVP country now. For our base, see if it can fly into high orbit, above the clouds, and attempt to hide with all available spells of illusion and protection. Help hide Nazarick regardless of results. Assist Momonga's guild if an attack comes in.
 
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