The Great Tomb of Nazarick was one of the top guilds in YGGDRASIL, filled with powerful players, many of whom ranked among the best in the world.
But in reality, there was no way to monetize the game, though ways to spend money kept appearing one after another.
Ren opened his eyes, greeted by the familiar game screen.
"Good evening, Mr. RenRenRen," the skeleton in a robe greeted him.
"Good evening, Mr. Momonga," Ren replied. His skin was pale, and in the game, his race was a zombie with the highest class of Sword God.
"The game is about to end," Momonga said with a sigh.
"This game brought us a lot of joy. It's a pity that the base we built is ending like this," Ren sighed as well.
Only the two of them had seriously played this guild until the end. Ren continued because he knew he would cross over, while Momonga simply loved the game.
"It's not over yet. There's still a little time left, Mr. RenRenRen," Momonga said.
At that moment, a slime logged in.
"Hello, hello. I didn't expect you to log in too," Momonga said, looking at the slime.
"It's Mr. Momonga and Mr. RenRenRen. Long time no see. I didn't expect this guild to still exist," Herohero said with emotion.
"Long time no see," Ren said with a smile. No matter his original purpose in playing, the time he spent playing with them before was real, and he had genuinely enjoyed it.
By now, Momonga and Herohero were deep in conversation.
"Mr. RenRenRen, Mr. Momonga, I have things to do. I need to get up early tomorrow. I'm logging off. See you if fate allows," Herohero said, logging off without hesitation.
"Um, could you stay and witness the guild's last moment…" Momonga began, but before he could finish, it was over.
"Seems Herohero has a tough life. He couldn't witness the final moment," Ren sighed.
Momonga exhaled deeply, then stood and picked up the guild's weapon. "Mr. RenRenRen, let's witness the last moment together."
"I'm planning to go out and take one last look at the game world," Ren said.
"Is that so? Be careful on the way… though, for you, Mr. RenRenRen, that's probably unnecessary," Momonga said, thinking of Ren's class and ranking in the game.
As they stepped out, they were met by battle maids, including Julina, an NPC Ren had created. She was a level-100 all-purpose maid who could do anything, always pursued perfection, was socially awkward, liked to mutter to herself, and deeply loved her creator—naturally, that was Ren's design.
"Momonga, see you in the real world."
"Mm, RenRenRen, have a pleasant journey. See you in the real world." Momonga said goodbye.
Ren used the guild ring to teleport out of the guild and activated his flying item to soar into the high sky.
The height in the game still felt breathtaking. From above, their guild building was extremely conspicuous on the ground.
"The last game view… I really should cherish it." Ren sent a photo to Momonga and quickly received a reply.
Momonga: This world still feels so real.
RenRenRen: How are things on your side?
Momonga: …
It seemed Momonga had done something troubling and didn't dare reply to Ren. He didn't mind and closed the message, then began recording everything around him.
Time slowly passed, and soon it was one minute before the server shutdown, Ren still online.
Momonga: RenRenRen, see you in the real world.
RenRenRen: See you later…
Time passed beyond the shutdown.
As expected, Ren didn't get logged out, but he couldn't bring up the operation interface.
Knowing something about anime, he wasn't panicking. He planned to return to the Great Tomb of Nazarick to check on Momonga, but at that moment, the guild ring failed.
"Huh? The ring isn't working?" Ren quickly tried other rings. They worked, but only the guild ring was invalid. He looked down, unsure why.
"Was I teleported far away?" Ren tried contacting Momonga through the messaging spell, but it wouldn't connect.
"Maybe I shouldn't have gone out alone?" He recalled the only variable: he had come alone into an unknown world.
Ren lowered his flight height. On the ground, a ruined city appeared, long abandoned, with no signs of cleaning or human habitation.
Scanning with his eyes, he noticed people wandering aimlessly. Using his racial traits, he quickly realized they were all zombies. Their souls seemed to have been devoured by some presence.
"Undead… let's investigate. I also need to see where I am and where Nazarick is." Ren quickly descended to the ground, activated his magical item, revealing all nearby presences.
One figure moved oddly, purposefully weaving through the city, continuously distancing from him.
Ren now had a target. He needed a local to understand the situation, at least to confirm he was still in the world he had crossed into from the game. He leapt lightly, landing directly in front of a small figure wearing a hood.
The little figure, running while glancing back, couldn't stop in time and collided with Ren, bouncing back and landing on the ground.
The hood slipped off, revealing golden hair and deep red eyes. She looked over ten years old.
"Um, are you okay? Since the area is full of undead without consciousness, I came to check on you. Sorry about that." Ren bent down and extended his pale hand.
His race was a zombie, incredibly strong, highly resistant to magic, and his skin wasn't like ordinary zombies—it was not as pale but looked unnatural.
The girl's hand flinched, pausing for a moment, then she climbed up on her own.
"Um, can I ask you about the information here?" Ren asked.
"Ah… ah… ah…" The girl spoke, but only sounds came out.
"This is strange… Momonga could speak the language when he went to another world. Why can't I? Did I really come to a new world?" Ren wondered silently.
"Um… can you understand what I'm saying…" Ren waved his hand slightly.
But the girl only replied with more ahs. Ren scratched his head. Finally, he had met a living person, someone who would run from danger—a clear sign of intelligence. Yet communicating seemed difficult.
"Um, I'm Ren. I'm not a bad person." Ren's alignment value was 50, chaotic good, unlike Momonga whose profession had a -500 alignment.
"Are there others here?" Ren asked again, unwilling to give up. This time, instead of meaningless sounds, the girl nodded and shook her head.
Seeing that she could understand, Ren waited patiently. He realized she must have been living alone for too long, and fear made speaking difficult.
"Keno….. Fasris…. Invern" The girl replied softly, saying her name, then gave a small smile.
"Do you know what happened here?" Ren asked. He didn't ignore her because of her appearance. Her race—Undead, vampire—had a lifespan as long as his.
Keno shook her head, her expression sorrowful, as if recalling something terrible.
**********
Support me on my patreon and read upto 20 early chapters.
patreon.com/PirateKing24