In the year 2138, the technology of the human world was already very advanced.
However, under the change of human technology, there was still an important issue that was difficult to solve, and that was energy.
Even now, in 2138, humans still could not master the energy technology that could satisfy humans for long-term space travel.
Unable to enter the universe to obtain the resources of the entire universe, more than ten billion humans were trapped on Earth, and the energy crisis had arrived as expected.
The shortage of energy caused a sharp division of social classes, the rate of joblessness increased year by year, and the whole world was in turmoil.
Under such a predicament, the ambitious people were restless, and a new world war seemed to be coming at any time.
The easiest way to solve the current predicament was to master the new energy technology that would allow mankind to enter the interstellar era.
If they could create the legendary 'third type of perpetual motion machine', the entire civilization of mankind would probably undergo earth-shattering changes.
However, that was only a technique in his imagination.
Helpless, virtual reality technology based on the Internet and nanotechnology was widely used.
Every citizen could use their citizenship card to buy the nanomachine nutrient solution with very little money.
By allowing citizens to inject nano-mechanical nutrient fluids into the virtual world, it would reduce the metabolism of the human body as much as possible, thereby reducing the excessive waste of resources.
This was the method that countries had chosen to deal with the energy crisis at this stage, but it was only a temporary solution.
More than a hundred years ago, there was a word that could describe the ecology of the entire society: cyberpunk!
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Yggdrasills, a game named after the Northern European World Tree, was one of the many virtual reality games released twelve years ago when the new policy was implemented.
At the same time, it was also the most popular game at that time.
However, that was only twelve years ago.
"Are you kidding me? This is the underground tomb of Nasarik that everyone worked hard to build. How can you abandon it so easily?”
There were forty-two luxurious chairs around the huge round table that emitted obsidian light.
A terrifying skeleton in a gorgeous robe was screaming in anger.
Flying Squirrel used his terrifying scarlet eyes to slowly sweep across the 41 seats.
He opened the guild member list and saw that there were only five members left. The remaining four were also gray.
Flying Squirrel's anger immediately dissipated, leaving only endless emptiness and loneliness.
Thirty-seven players had already left the guild, and the remaining four players had also been offline for a long time. Flying Squirrel was the only one left in the guild.
Ainz. Ur. Gong, a game guild established by 42 Alien players. In the game guild ranking, it was ranked seventh in the world at its peak.
The reason why he was ranked seventh was only because of Anzi. Ur. Gong only recruited Alien players, and the entire guild only had 42 members.
Compared to those big guilds that had hundreds of players, Ainz. Ur. Gong was a small group in the game.
However, it was precisely because of the small number of people and the constant harassment of Alien players that they were reprimanded as evil symbols.
The members of the entire guild were even more united. With great enthusiasm, they created this unbelievable result.
However, the Guild had long since passed its peak. It was already ranked outside the 20th place in the world.
The reason why the Guild could still rank in the top 20 despite having only five members left was because of the fact that it was ranked in the top 20.
Other than the rich inheritance left behind by the members who had been killed, there were not many people left in the entire server because the game was about to fail.
Today was also the day that the server would be shut down.
Flying Squirrel held a magnificent scepter in his bony hand.
The appearance of the scepter was modeled after Hermes 'staff. There were seven snakes wrapped around it, and in the mouths of the snakes that were struggling in pain, there were gems of different colors in their mouths.
This was the only guild weapon that every guild had. Ur. A symbol of respect. As long as the staff was destroyed, the entire guild would disintegrate.
Therefore, although this weapon was powerful, Flying Squirrel, who was the nominal president, had never used it. Instead, it had always been decorated in the room where the Supreme Sovereigns held meetings.
The cyberpunk lifestyle in reality was numbing. Only the virtual world could bring joy and excitement.
The game had been running for 12 years, and Flying Squirrel had spent the most precious youth of a human being in this game.
As such, Flying Squirrel had a strong attachment to the Nasaric's Graveyard and all the members of the guild.
Those friends who fought with him were all treated as his only family, his only relatives.
After all, he was alone in reality.
Flying Squirrel did not allow himself to do anything that would bring danger to the guild. Even if this staff was extremely powerful, he would never let him use it.
"Today, let me be a little willful, everyone…"
Flying Squirrel muttered to himself in the empty room. Even though he only had the appearance of a skeleton, people could feel the sadness and loneliness that came from his heart.
The departure of the guild members, Ainz. Ur. To Flying Squirrel, Gong's downfall was like his family abandoning him, making him feel the pain of losing his home.
In the past, when no one was online, he liked to talk to himself here, reminiscing about the past alone, like an old man without relatives.
But Zaratul and Cuijulu said that this scepter was designed according to the appearance of the Hermes Staff. But what is the Hermes Staff?”
Flying Squirrel played with the staff in his hand and muttered in confusion.
Zaratul and Cuijulu could be considered to have the same bad taste.
In this numb era, those two fellows who also liked classical mythology always had many topics to talk about.
Flying Squirrel once again fell into a state of reminiscence.
Everyone used to sit here and talk, Urbel and Taki. President Mi was quarreling with each other, while Zaratul and Cuijulu were chatting about myths that no one knew about.
Meanwhile, he and Perrochino were chatting in a low voice, laughing from time to time.
They used to forge guild weapons together, and they worked together to take risks every day.
They had faced powerful enemies together and resolved difficulties together. In the most critical moment, the entire guild had almost been destroyed.
That was Ainz. Ur. It was the most glorious and prosperous period.
Little by little, memories flashed through Flying Squirrel's mind. He was afraid that he would forget everything and imprint them in his mind.
Flying Squirrel stood up and left the round table while shaking his gorgeous robe.
Flying Squirrel decided that at the last moment before the server was about to close, he wanted to walk through the entire Nasarik's Graveyard again as the best memory of his youth.
After walking past the hall where the round table was located, the first thing they arrived at was a large hall shaped like a hemisphere.
There were four-colored crystals shining on the ceiling of the hall. There were seventy-two holes on the wall, and seventy-two statues were placed in them.
Each statue imitated the appearance of a demon, and this hall was called Solomon's Key.
Those statues were made of super rare magical metals that corresponded to the seventy-two pillars of demons.
These demon statues were led by the Great Alchemist, Jade Record, and a few Demon players.
However, when they made more than 60, they gave up because they found it troublesome.
Zaratul couldn't stand it anymore and felt that he couldn't give up halfway. He took the initiative to complete the remaining demon statues.
" I remember that Zaratul completed the statues of Baal, Babatos, Paimon, Morax, Asmodeus, Cain, and Gimmon. What else?”
"…Uh, these demons 'names are really hard to remember.”
Flying Squirrel complained and scratched his bald head.
The only person who liked this kind of ritual and setting was that guy called Cui Yu Lu.
After walking through the hall, a stone door appeared in front of Flying Squirrel. There were carvings of angels and demons on the door.
Pushing open the door, a grand hall greeted his eyes.
The hall was vast, and even if it could accommodate hundreds of people, it would not be crowded. Roman-style stone pillars crisscrossed, supporting the dome of the sky.
The walls were white in color, decorated with gorgeous patterns that were mainly gold. The unimaginable crystal lamps were made of colorful gems, emitting dream-like colors.
On the walls were huge flags with different patterns. There were forty-two flags fluttering from the ceiling to the floor.
Under each flag was a towering throne, symbolizing the forty-two members of the guild.
This was the deepest part of the underground tomb of Nazarik, and also the most important place-the throne room!
Although Flying Squirrel was the guild leader, he was no different from the others.
Flying Squirrel knew very well that he was not the strongest person in the guild, the person who spent the most money was not him, and the smartest and most knowledgeable person was not him.
The reason he could become the guild leader was because he had a gentle personality and was very serious and responsible. Therefore, he was elected by everyone.
It was also because he was too serious and responsible that he felt lonely and unwilling after the guild fell to such a state.
Flying Squirrel stared blankly at the throne room. The red light in his skull flickered, and his mood fluctuated.
In the end, he sighed regretfully and began to carefully examine the hall.
His gaze first landed on the floating Ainz. Ur. On a book in front of the flag.
The book emitted a hazy light and looked very ancient and mysterious.
This was a world-class item!
A world-class item was the most powerful item in the entire game. Every world-class item had a unique ability.
There were a total of 200 world-class items, and the top 20 items were specially called '20'.
'Twenty' was so powerful that it could even seriously destroy the balance of the game. It could even ask the game officials to change the game system.
As long as a player had a world-class item, their popularity in Yggdrasills would soar to an unimaginable height.
Meanwhile, the book floating under the Guild Flag was one of the World Tools. It was also the number one World Tool.
Its name was Avesta. Theoretically, it belonged to the guild, but in reality, this world-class item belonged to an individual, which was the guild member Zarathustra.
Thinking of this friend, Flying Squirrel once again fell into reminiscence.
Due to Flying Squirrel's personality, he had a good relationship with all the members of the guild.
Zarathustra could be said to be the most famous player in the guild. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the most famous player in Yggdrasills.
The other party was Anzi. Ur. The first nine members of the Gong Guild were also one of the foundations of the guild.
No one knew what Zarathustra's real name was.
No one knew what he did, but the guild members could tell that he was a very successful person.
Although it wasn't nice to say that about his friend, in Flying Squirrel's eyes, Zarathustra was a very scheming and shrewd person.
Many of the strategies for the guild's development, as well as the strategy to attack the secret realm, had been formulated by him and Jade Record.
Moreover, Zarathustra had a good relationship with all the members of the guild.
No matter if it was Taki, who had a strong sense of justice. Mi, or Urbert, who had a strange obsession with 'evil', he was able to accept good advice.
Of course, Zarathustra was still closer to Urbel.
Initially, everyone had recommended him as the Guild Leader, and Flying Squirrel and the rest of the Guild members had agreed to this.
Zaratul could do better in both talent and relationships with the guild members.
However, there were too many miscellaneous matters in managing the guild. Zarathustra used the excuse that he did not like to deal with these miscellaneous matters and rejected this suggestion.
However, in the eyes of the guild members, he was just trying to slack off.
Zarathustra was so famous in the game because he was the strongest in the world. This title was publicly acknowledged by everyone in Yggdrasills.
Yggdrasills officially held a world martial arts tournament every year. Zarathustra had won five consecutive world championships since the first tournament.
In the end, it was because he felt bored and did not participate in the subsequent meetings that other world champions were born.
Among all the participants, he was even known as the Great Demon King.
Like most games, Yggdrasills only had two options to become stronger.
The only fairness was in the official martial arts tournament. At that time, everyone had the same attributes and equipment, and it was all about control and skill.
Having won five consecutive world championships in such a conference, Zarathustra's reputation as the 'strongest in the world' was also worthy of its name.
After winning five consecutive championships, in order to reward this 'world's strongest' player, the game officials personally went to the arena.
After discussing it with Zarathustra, the officials personally created the number one world-class prop for him--
No one knew the abilities and specific uses of this world-class item, not even Ainz. Ur. It was the same for Gong's guild members.
After obtaining this world-class prop, Zarathustra placed 'Avesta' between the thrones.
According to him,'Avesta' would be the guild's last resort.
If one day, a player managed to break through the underground tomb of Nasarik and came to the throne, this world's most powerful item would definitely turn the tables.
What was the use of the number one world-class item? What was its ability?
Out of curiosity, Flying Squirrel couldn't help but walk into Avesta.
"Well, since today is the last day of the game, why don't we take a look at the description of this item?”
Flying Squirrel stretched out his bony palm and hesitantly reached towards 'Avest'.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch 'Avest', the Flying Squirrel's body stopped.
He quickly shook his head and retracted his finger. He muttered to himself,"…No, this is a prop that Zaratul obtained after putting in countless hardships and efforts.”
"…This is Ainz. Ur. I respect the hard work of the members."
"Even if it's the guild leader, even if today is the last day of the game, I can't tarnish the relationship between friends!”
With this thought in mind, Flying Squirrel gave up on touching the item.
Just as Flying Squirrel was muttering, a low yet brisk male voice suddenly came from behind him."…Long time no see, Flying Squirrel!”
Flying Squirrel's body stiffened when he heard this voice. He quickly turned around and saw an extremely terrifying demon in front of him!
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