[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]
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[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.