Nazarick's Duelist.

A New World?

Momonga solemnly entered the Throne Room of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, flanked by Sebas and the Pleiades. Today marked the final moments of the Yggdrasil Servers, and he wished to spend this precious time with his guildmates. However, the reality was not as he had hoped; not all of them could join him, and HeroHero, who managed a brief appearance, had already departed due to real-life obligations.

Now, seated alone on the imposing throne, Momonga found himself surrounded by a few of the NPC creations of his guildmates. The small gathering included Sebas and the Pleiades, who knelt respectfully before him. By his side stood Albedo, the Floor Guardian overseer, a creation that is Tabula's pride and joy. Momonga's gaze lingered on her form, drifting to the golden staff floating just out of his reach.

As the clock ticked down, the atmosphere in the virtual world became tinged with a sense of finality. The impending server shutdown loomed like a shadow over the once vibrant landscape of the game. The guild members, represented by their flags, stood as silent witnesses to the end of an era.

He continued his stroll down memory lane, recalling the quests they conquered, the challenges they faced, and the victories they celebrated together. Each flag held a story, a chapter in the tale of their collective journey through the digital realms. The camaraderie they shared and the bonds formed over countless adventures now faced the inevitable erasure.

As he gazed upon the flags, the nostalgia deepened. Each emblem bore the mark of the unique personalities that had contributed to the guild's success. The memories etched in the digital fabric of the game were about to fade away, leaving only echoes in the mind of the player.

With a heavy heart, he whispered the names of his comrades and their respective flags. The guild's banner, once a symbol of unity, now fluttered in a virtual breeze that carried the weight of their shared experiences. The guild hall, once bustling with life, now felt like a deserted sanctuary awaiting its final moments.

The modifications to Albedo's settings, made in a moment of whimsy, added a touch of bittersweet irony to the impending shutdown. As the character sheet reflected the artificial love he had bestowed upon the NPC, the player couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment, akin to the innocence of a schoolgirl crush.

In the final minutes, he stood in the quiet guild hall, surrounded by the digital remnants of their adventures. The memories lingered, a poignant testament to the time spent together in a world that was about to vanish. With a mix of emotions, he braced himself for the inevitable as the server countdown reached its climax, bringing an end to an era that existed solely within lines of code and the hearts of those who had shared the virtual journey.

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He woken abruptly from his slumber by the insistent blare of an alarm clock, Suzuki Satoru instinctively silenced the disturbance and though slightly perplexed, he dismissed it as a routine morning occurrence. Gradually rising from the bed, he Lazily made his way to the bathroom, where he splashed water on his face before facing the mirror.

To his profound shock, the reflection staring back at him was that of a much younger version of himself—approximately around the age of 15 years old. Overwhelmed by the sudden change, he couldn't contain his surprise and let out a startled scream.

The unexpected outburst caught the attention of the Nazarick Floor Guardians, who materialized from a deck cards, Albedo was the first to reach him and as her eyes fell upon the human Suzuki Satoru, a wave of repulsion washed over her, then without hesitation, fueled by her immediate instinct, she moved to launch an attack.