Ainz Ooal Gown the great teacher of the old world

1. the beginning

"It was fun while it lasted"

Said the guild leader of the  most powerful guild Ainz Ooal Gown as he sat upon the throne of kings. Patiently waiting for the game to shut down while recalling the names of various members. While also being surrounded by all the achievements that they accomplished will they were active. But in the end all good things must come to an end.

After the shut down momonga had to go straight to bed, he had to go to work tomorrow. As the timer slowly ticked down he silently sat patiently while he said his goodbyes to the one place he could go to escape the grim reality of what awaits him once his virtual reality pod ejected him. Even thinking about it made him feel powerless as all could do was wait and watch as the only place that he could call home was stripped away from him. The same world that took all his friends from him as they return to a world that would not care if they dropped dead or went missing the next day. Momonga had his eyes closed when the timer reached zero waiting for the game to kick him out. Expecting to wake up to the familiar sad dingy walls of his apartment.

Only for the moment to never come, no waking up to a dark lonely room, no waking to a hellscape, no waking to a dead end job that worked him to the bone. Nothing... nothimg but him and his thoughts and memories within the inky black that lay before him. As he waited he felt a cold wind brush against his face as the smell of rust and iron hit his nose. Unknown sounds out in the distance 'umu they should have shut the server down by now' thought Momonga as he open his eyes.

What greeted him was a vast desert that streched as far as the eye could see. It was night time from the looks of it, the distant sound of cars out in the sandy dunes that seemed to roar and beep under the noght sky. It was eerily quiet devoid of the sounds of any animal life that would normally come out around night time to hunt and give off ambience. Momonga sat upon his throne as he looks out upon the  desert landscape. Looking out he could see distant lights upon the horizon.

'Wha...Did they delay the server shutdown?' Thought the overlord as he took in his surroundings. The desert was barren not a single life form could be seen from what he could observe. He tried using the [gm call] function trying to  get ahpld of the devs when no one answered he would then try the [message] spell in hopes of getting ahold of anyone. Going through his memory of the various people he could get in contact with for help. Only to receive nothing in return.

He felt another sensation as sand built up on his form as he sat there on the throne. Slowly sitting up the sand slid seamlessly off his robes. The wind howled as he stood up from the throne. Looking out Momonga turned his gaze toward the lights in the horizon 'where am I?', looking down he could see his avatars imposing skeletal body. Momonga felt panic begin to take him as he pondered where he was. Only for a green glow to envelope him calming him down to a neutral state.

'Am I in the game still? or did I get transported to another world?' looking around once more before leaning down to grab a handful of sand. Watching as the sand fell through the gaps in his hand he felt the course grains leave his hand. As much as Momonga wanted to say praises about Yggdrasil's graphics  but he knew that the game had limits to it's capabilities along with restrictions that ensured so no one would want to stay in the digital world. Smell and taste were one of the restrictions imposed by the government.

Which made momonga come up with an idea of what might be happening. But he will have to do some more experiments later just to be sure but for now he must find out where he was. As well as what he he will do in the mean time. Looking out to the lights that was illuminating the night sky like a beacon that seemed to call out to him.

Suzuki had alot of questions that needed answers but for now they will have to wait until later. For now he will have to establish himself in this unknown world. So first things first  he put the throne of kings in his inventory as he set out toward the lights. The throne was a world item after all so leaving it would be a waste.

His footsteps making imprints upon the sand as he climbed over a steep hill. While looking at the sky momonga couldn't help but notice the starless abyss reminiscent of his world. The smell of smog and industry was all to prevalent in the air as he ascended the hill. Once atop the hill he stopped in his tracks in awe at the sight of what he saw before him.

What he saw was a somewhat familiar sight indeed to Momonga, large mega structures of a city envelope his vision. Drones fly to and from it most likely picking up materials and food from manufacturing facilities. They float around the various giant building like flys to a rotting carcass. The lights from the various buildings revealing their silhouettes. As they fly by the various advertisements to various corporations trying to sell they're goods to anyone who gazed upon them.

A sense of unwanted nostalgia washed over the overlord as he compared the city to the smog covered one he lived in. As must as he hated that comparison it was uncannily similar. The smog was just as thick and seemed to almost cloud the entire sky.

Regardless of the similarities momonga still needed to enter. Which meant he would need to make up a disguise while in the impressive mega city. He highly doubt that the locals would take kindly to a walking talking skeleton that would tower over most of them.

As he approached Momonga thought about what he will do while in the city. Since it was obvious that he was not in his world nor was he in the game world he assumed. 'Maybe more players also trapped here as well?' Looking up momonga doubted that Nazerick still existed. But that did not mean he would not attempt search for it along with any other players that find themselves in the same situation as him. Regardless of what is instore for him momonga knew one thing for  certain.

'I must lay low'