This isn't my story just decided to put it here for others. I've seen it on here but not in English. This story was written by TheDarkWolfShiro on fanfiction.net The Gamer is a amazing power, it's user can achieve anything with enough effort. Unfortunately it's in the hands of a lazy nerd with delusions of grandeur and a hobby of blackmail. the multiverse has no idea whats headed its way. Evil MC, OC MC. Lemons/Smut (Cover is also not mine)

Ayanokoji was dragged into playing YGGDRASIL after Ike and Yamauchi decided they wanted to start a guild. However, he quickly realized that playing alongside them was both inefficient and unnecessarily frustrating. Before long, he chose to branch off on his own. To his surprise, the complexity of the game intrigued him. The fact that it operated through full-dive virtual reality made the experience even more immersive-almost stimulating. For someone once called a "Masterpiece," it became more than just a pastime. It became a system to understand, optimize, and eventually master. He adapted. He grew stronger. And one day, he received an invitation to join Ainz Ooal Gown, the greatest guild the game had ever known. Somewhere along the way, what began as curiosity turned into something else. He found himself enjoying the raids, the strategy meetings, the quiet late-night conversations in Nazarick's halls. He made friends-real ones. And though he wouldn't openly admit it, that fact pleased him. But everything eventually comes to an end. When the announcement came that the servers would shut down permanently, he chose to remain until the very last second. Gathering the NPCs within the Throne Room, he sat upon the guild master's seat, waiting patiently for the most enjoyable chapter of his life to conclude. ... Or at least, that was what he believed would happen. After all, even he couldn't predict everything. I don't own anything here. This is just a fanfiction so yeah...