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Another World, Another Elf

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(Overlord X The Indomitable Martial King) I was a human born in a cruel world, a cruel future that was littered with nothing but death, and in a hospital that my parents could barely afford. Day in and day out, it was the same, and we all hoped I would get better eventually, but it just...it just never came. There was one thing, however, I looked forward to: Yggdrasil, a DMMO-RPG I could play in my hospital bed. I lived out an entire second life in their before...before it all ended, before it was announced the Yggradsil was ending, and so I stayed on till the end, closing my eyes wishing for death. That's when I opened my eyes again and found myself in my avatar's body, in a vast desert with no life for miles. This meant that I was either dreaming or was currently dying, with my last moments of life playing like this for some moment. That's when I turned around and saw it, the same throne I had back in Yggdrasil, surrounded by clear water, water that looked pure and yet was so filthy and corrupted that you suffered damage unless you were of the Evil spectrum, which was what I was, what my race was, a fallen one with some...very roleplay specific job classes. Well, if I can stop humanity from destroying this world, or any other races from doing so anyway, then I would humbly accept my new life, if that is what it is.
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Chapter 1 - New World, New Elf - Part 1

*Hades POV*

Why...why are humans so cruel to the misfortunate, the forgotten, and the sick as well, although in my case it was all three. Before I found myself in perpetual darkness, awaiting whatever would greet me next. Either way, it would be better than that place. Most people, when they think of hospitals, probably think of state-of-the-art facilities or at least competent staff. I-I-I didn't get that, though; my family wasn't well off financially, so we had to settle for a cheap hospital. 

It didn't help, though, not in the long run, as whatever I had got worse over time, both due to my body's fragile immune system and, well, the poor conditions of the hospital itself didn't help. Every day I would be tested on, taking new pills every month to see what worked and what didn't, although I always had a suspicion they had run out of them several times and just used that excuse to try and get my family off their back. 

It worked at first, but over time, they began to fight back against them, trying their best to get me on the actual pills and medications I needed. Part of the problem, though, was that the hospital itself could afford a good lawyer, we...we couldn't, and it just got worse from then on. My family, though, did give me one thing, a certain popular Virtual Reality game called Yggdrasil. I played every day I could, which was most of the time, seeing as how I was sick and bedridden. It was...odd, meeting and seeing so many different people/sights that you couldn't in the real world, well, except Helheim, which...was pretty similiar to the current state of the real world. 

Although I didn't really care about all that, I mostly stuck to solo playing and exploring the world, well, that and well it's a bit embarrassing. I also liked to roleplay as my in-game character, Hades the Fallen King, one of the human species so which immediately barred me from racial levels, but I was able to get a special version of the elf race, The Fallen, a race of elves that were corrupted by the energy of Helheim and thus fell.

Pretty simple and straightforward, but it provided some bonuses for dark or evil-aligned classes, meaning that I could both roleplay and be a competent player at the same time. It was also really fun to build my own tiny base, even if it wasn't as grand as some of the ones guilds had, it was pretty good. I made it completely out of the rock at the edge of the Forest of Gaia, a nice little place in Midgard filled with low-level mobs, so I didn't have to worry about a ton of players trying to loot my home away from home. 

It also added some nice little me created lore, as my little hobble was near a gate to Heilheim, aka a place where an elf can fall. So I created this whole story of Hades being the king of an Elven nation before a rebellion, and he ended up here, with nothing to serve as a kingdom but a pile of rocks and a throne made up of them. I think I had fun, I certainly lived my second life to the fullest, fighting stronger monsters and raid bosses, finding friends, and gathering various items to hoard like any good gamer would. 

Potions, armor, weapons, and everything in between, you name it, including one very special item. The world item, Armor of Jormungandr, aka a special piece of equipment, that one can equip temporarily to gain the strength of the World Serpent itself, added on to your own stats, total game changer, and it essentially made whoever used it a temporary world enemy. What do I mean by temporary? Well, it only lasts for up to an hour, and you have to wait a whole month to use it again. Other than that, though, it was pretty good to have. 

Never used it beyond the one time to see what it felt like for an hour, and oh boy was it amazing. I mean, I felt like I could take on the most powerful guilds on and come out on top, only one problem, though, was that the second the hour was up, well, it basically popped off and went into my inventory with a timer that I eventually figured out was a countdown that would last for a month. So yeah, after that, I kind of just put it way in the back of a secret chest so that if someone did raid my base, it would be extremely hard to find unless you spent a few hours. 

Of course, game-breaking items weren't my main reason for playing this game, nope, it was the roleplay aspect and the freedom it offered. I think I had about 40 in total, including the three 10th-level high-class jobs, and the two 5th-level rare jobs, to try and produce what I believe is a decent or mid-level character, certainly not world-class champion material, but I could hold my own.

The first job, and one that I liked the most, was called 'Cursed Berserker', which essentially amounted to casting debuffs on yourself, increasing your physical power overall, and adding far more damage than before to ones attacks. The next one is 'Voodoo Master', which allows one to cast curses on both enemies and on your allies for buffs, and works in tandem with Cursed Berserker well for some reason, probably something the developers overworked, but I thought it worked well roleplay-wise for a corrupted elf to wield instead of nature magic. The third one was 'Beast Warrior', which allowed one access to beast-like martial arts and certain buffs that helped, in turn, a kind of downgrade druid but more warrior-like.

Now, how do all these classes lead to a mid-tier build? Well, thanks to the various debuffs I can cast on myself, I can either make myself extremmly fast, durable, or strong while giving myself buffs from the third class to help maximize my stats to the limit, that's the problem though. Sure, my stats are...well-balanced *cough cough* it's that I concentrate too much on buff or debuff effects, and with the right spell or item that can all come crashing down. 

Now, for the two rare classes, the first one we have 'Fallen Star', a kind of symbolization for my characters' fall from a king to an exiled rat, essentially. The class itself was pretty decent and provided an overall boost to any spell the casters use, meaning that while the debuffs are worse, the buffs are increased in tandem. Lore-wise wise I think the class had something to do with Lucifer, or was related in some way, but I can't remember how.

The second one I picked because I wanted something to represent his past as a great magic user, but a terrible king. 'Sage of Stars', a class that was focused on divination and reading the stars, providing different effects based on whichever constellation you call upon, and gives you access to a wide variety of spells, with a lot of them being more divination-based, yeah, I know not a good PvP build, but I like the roleplaying aspect of it, and its what helped lead me to the Armor of Jornmungandr, as the item itself wasn't a drop from a boss but more like, you have to know where to look kind of thing. 

Yep, not a good overall build, but I was playing Yggdrasil mostly for the role-playing aspect of the game and living a new life I couldn't in the real world. The only problem was...when it all ended, when the developers announced it was ending, I was grief-stricken. I played for as long as I could, but one by one, the friends I made slowly disappeared as real life took over, but for me, this was life.

So that brings us to now, or at least to right before the darkness took over. I was sitting in my home surrounded by my piles of items and riches. Roleplaying as the Fallen King Hades one last time before it all went away and the next game took over, whatever that was. I figured it was a good way to send him off into the void, he was alone in life and will be alone in death, similiar to me. As I damn well knew, I lived my entire life bedridden and knew I would die on it soon. 

Either today or tomorrow, it didn't matter; all I knew was that soon enough, my suffering was going to be over, and my family could begin a new life free of me. I smiled happily as I looked out at the forest, sitting on my throne of rock, my in-character personality having the stubbornness of an ox, and the arrogance of a high elf as well. 

Truth be told, though, as the countdown neared zero, I closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness with open arms. That's when it happened, when I felt something change and that the whole world was...off now, for the first time ever since playing this game I could...feel, truly feel as though it was my own body. I thought that maybe the game ended and woke up my actual self or something.

Opening my eyes, though I was greeted with...a desert, an honest to god desert, something I could never see with my real eyes. I then looked at myself and saw that instead of my human body, I was wearing Black-scale armor, and my character had equipped I also felt like my hair was...longer, and I began to ruffle around with it and saw in the corner of my eye it was white, not pure white, but it looked unnatural, like I dyed it or something and thats when I saw it, the small moat that surroded the...stone throne I was sitting on. 

Looking at my reflection, I froze and saw that instead of my face, my original face, I was now looking at my avatar. That-That shouldn't have been possible, I thought it was a dream or some weird hallucination I was suffering as my body died and let out its last breath. So I did what anyone would do in that situation: I remained calm, slapped my cheeks a few times to make sure it wasn't a dream, and began to form a plan on what to do.

"What the fuck is going on!"

Or at least I would if I were a calm person, or an abnormal one, as I'm pretty sure most people wouldn't do most people would probably freak out. I mean, you read stories about people going to other worlds and being happy, but right now, I was a guy who was sick and on his deathbed, then all of a sudden, you're transported to a new world, no warning or anything. Well, it's-it's-it's terrifying and even I shudder because I have no idea how it happened or if there's some otherworldly force that dragged my soul across who knows how many dimensions and into my character's body, who was far more powerful than I am by so much. 

"Devs, Support, Menu, Escape, whatever I need to say to wake up!"

This is my adventure, the adventure of an Elf from Yggdrasil in a world of slavery and fantasy.