(this cuts in a bit before he transfers to the new world but a bit after the beginning he was just remembering the days of his guilds younger days)
Momonga slumped down in the throne, somewhat tired. “Yeah, we had fun...”
The game was free to play, but Momonga spent about a third of his
monthly salary on microtransactions. It wasn’t that he was making so much
—he just didn’t have any other hobbies, so Yggdrasil was all he spent money
on.
Once he put so much into a lottery that came with a bonus that he blew
straight through the bonus. He went to all that trouble and finally got the rare
item he’d been after, but Yamaiko, a guildmate, won it for the price of a
single lunch out. Oh, did that suck. He’d writhed around on the floor.
Since Ainz Ooal Gown was made up of working adults, almost everyone
was buying stuff in-game, but Momonga was definitely up there in terms of
spending. He was probably pretty high up even among everyone on the
server.
That’s how hooked he’d been. Questing was fun, too. And playing with
friends was even more fun. To Momonga, with his parents already gone and
no friends in the real world, Ainz Ooal Gown represented the awesome times
he’d spent with his friends.
And now he was going to lose it.
How miserable, how awful.
He tightened his grip on the staff. Momonga was a normal office worker.
He didn’t have the money or connections to do anything. He was just another
user whose only choice was to silently accept the end.
In the corner of his field of vision, he saw the time: 23:57. The servers
would shut down at midnight.
There was almost no time left. His fantasy world was ending, and soon all
his days would be spent in reality.
It’s only natural. Humans can’t live in a daydream. That’s why everyone
left. Momonga sighed.
He had to be up at four tomorrow morning. If he didn’t go to bed as soon
as the servers went down, it would affect his work.
23:59:35, 36, 37...
Momonga counted down along with the numbers.
23:59:48, 49, 50...
He closed his eyes.
23:59:58, 59—
He counted the moments as they ticked off the clock...to the end of his
fantasy... Here comes the blackout—
0:00:00... One, two, three...
“...Huh?”
Momonga opened his eyes. and he Saw
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