Overlord: The Multiverse

Chapter 47: Final Day

Time passed as Yggdrisil, the once popular game which shake the very foundation of gaming community is now become a shadow of its formal glory.

As the game lost is glory, the average number of players entering the game also begin to decrease thus affecting the real world stock of Yggdrisil, which was falling at a frightening rate.

Gone were the days of epic battles and daring quests that captivated millions of players around the globe. The once vibrant landscapes now lay dormant, frozen in time like relics of a bygone era.

The grandeur of the Asgard, once the heart of Yggdrasil, now stood silent and empty.

But amidst the desolation, there lingered a sense of nostalgia, a fond remembrance of the countless adventures and friendships forged within the virtual realm. For those who had once called Yggdrasil home, the memories remained as vivid as ever, a testament to the impact the game had on their lives.

Yet, despite its decline, there were still those who refused to let Yggdrasil fade into oblivion. Dedicated fans and loyal players continued to log in, clinging to the hope that one day, the game would rise from the ashes and reclaim its rightful place among the gaming greats.

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In the heart of the Nazarick stood a colossal table hewn from the darkest obsidian, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the dim light of the chamber. Encircling it were forty-one opulent chairs, their plush cushions a stark contrast against the cold stone.

Yet, despite the grandeur of the setting, the majority of the seats remained conspicuously vacant.

Once, this chamber had buzzed with lively conversation and animated debate, every chair occupied by a distinguished guest. But now, only one solitary figure graced the gathering.

"It appears our guests are fashionably late, as always," I remarked with a resigned sigh, casting a wistful glance at the unoccupied seats.

"It's probably for the best, my dear," came Death's voice, a spectral whisper echoing in the recesses of my mind.

I chuckled softly at Death's response, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Ah, yes, it wouldn't do to overwhelm them with our dazzling presence, would it?" I mused, my tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Death's silent laughter reverberated in my mind, a gentle ripple of amusement that somehow managed to soothe my frayed nerves. "Precisely," came the ghostly reply, tinged with an air of timeless wisdom.

As I surveyed the empty seats around the table, a pang of disappointment flickered within me. I had hoped for a lively gathering, a chance to reconnect with old friends and engage in spirited debate. But alas, it seemed fate had other plans.

"Well, since our esteemed guests have yet to grace us with their presence, shall we make the most of our solitude?" I suggested, a mischievous glint dancing in my eyes.

Death's ethereal chuckle echoed in response, a sound as comforting as it was eerie. "Indeed, let us seize the opportunity for a tête-à-tête (conversation), my dear," came the spectral voice, dripping with amusement.

With a dramatic flourish, I took my seat at the head of the table, gesturing grandly to the empty chairs arrayed before me. "To think, all this space just for me," I remarked, my tone theatrical as I settled into the plush cushion.

Death's presence enveloped me like a shroud, a silent companion in the quietude of the chamber. "A rare luxury, indeed, dear" came the whispered response, the words carrying a gentle warmth.

I raised an eyebrow at the endearment, a faint smile playing at the corners of my lips. "My love, I'm getting the feeling that you're particularly affectionate today,"

Death's response was a soft chuckle, "Perhaps I am. After all, your avatar is about to become real. With that, I can call you to my domain and we can have some intimate times,"

I couldn't help but laugh at Death's unexpected remark.

I leaned back in my chair, contemplating Death's words with a thoughtful expression. "Tell me, Death," I began, breaking the silence with a curious tilt of my head, "The long three years of your absence—which you said was to create the Multiverse system—was it intentional to make me close with Touch Me and my other friends?"

There was a brief pause, as if Death were considering her response carefully. "Yes and No, Dear."

"Yes and no?" I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Care to elaborate, Death?"

Death's voice resonated within me,"You are a living being, dear," she reiterated, her voice a soothing presence in the quiet of my thoughts. "So, before you completely become a vampire, I thought it would be ideal to have some nice memories."

Her explanation made sense, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for her thoughtfulness. "And no, because the creation of the Multiverse system required my undivided attention," Death continued, her tone unwavering. "I couldn't mess up my gift for you, my love."

I nodded in understanding, feeling a rush of gratitude towards Death for her care and consideration. "Thank you, Death," I said softly, my words filled with sincerity. "For everything."

With a lighthearted chuckle, I rose from my seat, the weight of our conversation lifted. "Anyway, now that the emotional scene is over," I remarked with a grin, "Let's head to the throne room. I've been waiting for this moment my whole life."

Taking hold of the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, a symbol of my authority and power, I strode purposefully towards the door, eager to embrace the future that awaited me.

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