For a fleeting instant, it felt as though I had been torn from existence and hurled into the blazing heart of a dying star. Every sense vanished—heat, sound, weight, thought—until only a raw, crushing void remained. Then, slowly, silence returned. A deep, consuming silence that felt alive in its stillness.
I drew a slow breath. It felt strange—heavier, warmer, real.
When I opened my eyes, the throne room of Nazarick was still there. Every detail remained—the banners embroidered with the sigil of Ainz Ooal Gown, the obsidian pillars reaching into infinity, and the faint golden radiance of enchanted torches lining the walls. The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown rested beside me, gleaming faintly as if aware of the change.
Yet, despite all that looked familiar, I immediately knew everything was different.
The artificial static of YGGDRASIL's simulation—that faint hum of data in the back of my mind—was gone. The air was no longer sterile code; it had weight, temperature, and life. It pressed against my skin, carrying the subtle fragrance of incense and polished stone. I could even hear the faint rhythm of mana pulsing through the floor, like a heartbeat echoing through the veins of the Tomb.
I flexed my fingers against the black crystal of the throne, feeling the cold hardness beneath my skin. For the first time in years, I could feel. Truly, physically, feel.
A smile touched my lips. "Finally, I arrived."
The dream I had since that fateful meeting with the entity—the wish to live within the worlds I loved, to walk among legends as something more than a player—had come true.
Just as the timer hit zero, no explosion or dramatic flash had marked my transcendence. There was no logout screen, no returning to a lifeless apartment or an empty world. Only this. The real YGGDRASIL—reborn as reality.
And then, as I looked ahead, a faint blue glow flickered in my vision.
Lines of text began appearing before my eyes, not from the YGGDRASIL interface, but from something deeper, something alien and familiar all at once—the Multiverse System.
[System A: Initialization Complete.]
[Current Dimension: Void Layer – Nazarick Detached Plane.]
[Multiverse Functions Available.]
[Quest Module: Online.]
[Status: No Active Mission.]
I blinked. The Void Layer? Nazarick wasn't anchored to any physical world at all—it was suspended in the space between realities, drifting in the eternal emptiness outside creation.
It was beautiful.
The entity had truly granted my wish.
A dragon's den floating between worlds—untouched, unseen, unbound.
Then, another notification slid into view.
[Warning: Power System Recalibration Complete.]
[YGGDRASIL Levels: Reset.]
[Current Level: 1.]
[Stat Integrity: 100%. All Attributes Retained.]
[Notice: Future Growth Potential – Unlocked.]
For a second, I froze. My level… one?
I quickly opened the status screen—a seamless blend of YGGDRASIL's old interface and something new, almost alive. The familiar metrics appeared before me. My HP, MP, and skills—all intact. The numbers were exactly the same as before, perhaps even higher due to some unseen calculation. The only change was the line showing "Level: 1."
I chuckled softly.
"So, that's how it is."
A clean slate, yet without loss. I had kept my strength, but now I could grow beyond the old limits. A new system, a new evolution. The possibilities were endless.
The Multiverse System had rewritten the rules of existence.
I leaned back against the throne, letting the realization settle in. Every part of me burned with quiet exhilaration. This was the moment I had waited for—the reward for my patience, my faith in the entity's promise.
For the first time in my life, I wasn't bound by the restrictions of any world. I was free.
My gaze drifted upward. Through the distant ceiling, my senses extended, and I could almost perceive the barrier surrounding Nazarick—a shimmering dome of dimensional energy that separated us from the endless Void. The Tomb floated like a dark jewel suspended in an ocean of eternity, its presence radiating quiet dominion.
This was perfect. Nazarick would remain untouched until I chose to anchor it into a new world. From here, I could travel anywhere—every universe, every reality—as the System guided me.
And I wasn't alone.
"Lord Alastor, are you all right?"
The familiar, soft voice snapped me from my thoughts.
I turned my head, and there she was—Albedo. Her golden eyes, usually calm and cold, now shimmered with genuine concern. Her wings, pure and dark, fluttered faintly as she stepped closer.
For a moment, I simply observed her—not as code, not as pixels, but as a living being. Every breath she took stirred the air. The faint scent of perfume surrounded her, and the warmth radiating from her presence was unmistakably real.
"Albedo," I said quietly, my voice steady. "Everything's fine."
She paused at the base of the steps, tilting her head in that graceful, almost angelic way. "Forgive me, my lord. The floor guardians have reported unusual spatial fluctuations. It seems the Tomb has… moved."
"It's fine," I reassured her, rising from the throne. My boots clicked softly against the floor as I stepped down toward her. "We're no longer in YGGDRASIL's world. We are… in between. In the Void."
Her brows furrowed slightly. "The Void, my lord?"
I nodded. "Yes. Think of it as a realm beyond creation—one untouched by gods, men, or systems. This will be Nazarick's home for now."
Her eyes widened slightly, a mixture of awe and reverence replacing her concern. "As expected of you, Lord Alastor. Truly, your foresight transcends all understanding."
I smiled faintly. Confidence came naturally—how could it not? This was exactly as I wished. The entity had fulfilled its promise. My soul, my creation, and my power had all survived the transition.
And now, I had infinite worlds ahead of me.
My hand brushed the staff beside me. It pulsed softly in response, as though acknowledging the beginning of a new age.
"Albedo," I said softly, looking toward the far end of the hall. "Gather the guardians. We'll discuss the future of Nazarick. The multiverse awaits, and I intend to make our name eternal."
She bowed deeply, her wings spreading wide. "At once, my lord."
As she departed, I gazed into the faint shimmer beyond the walls, where the Void rippled like liquid glass. A vast emptiness stretched beyond—infinite, silent, waiting.
And I could only smile.
"To the end of one era," I murmured, tightening my grip on the staff, "and to the true beginning of mine."
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