Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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"Ah, Hognidessan." Hearing the name of his closest friend who had been with him the longest, Ainz's tone became more energetic.

"He said he had some things to take care of in real life, but he would definitely be back online before the servers shut down," Momonga said confidently.

"Hognissan must be a very wealthy and influential person in real life. I wonder what his life is like outside of the game?"

"It's probably a life of extravagance, with music and dancing playing all the time..."

The two office workers spoke with a hint of wistfulness and envy, fantasizing about a life they could never achieve in their lifetime.

But when I think about how these wealthy people share the same hobbies as me, and can even become good friends and have equal conversations, life doesn't seem so difficult anymore.

"I'm so envious, but I should probably log off now."

Black Luo's viscous body extended a tentacle-like branch, which slid through the air as if it were manipulating something.

He was actually just navigating the system interface, but only he could see it.

"Hey, shouldn't we wait for Hognissan? He should be online soon..." Ainz Ooal Gown was a little surprised and a little regretful.

"I'm sorry, Momonga-san, I really wanted to stay with you until the end, but I'm just too tired and incredibly sleepy."

"I was worried you might be lonely by yourself, but now that Hognidessan is back, I feel much more at ease..."

Although he had no facial expression, you could tell from his tone that Hei Luo was tired and regretful.

Hearing him say that, although he was very disappointed, Flying Squirrel naturally felt embarrassed to try to persuade him to stay.

After all, they were both overworked and he understood the hardships the other person faced.

Especially after switching jobs two years ago, due to the unreasonable behavior of clients and superiors, long hours of overtime, staying up late, and working overtime on rest days have become the norm.

His health was so bad that he had to take a lot of medication every day just to maintain his health.

In comparison, although my income is less, my life is much easier.

Although I felt extremely guilty, the existence of the game ID "Momonga" and the real name "Suzuki Satoru" inevitably gave me a sense of superiority.

"Ah—you seem really tired. Then log out early and get some rest."

"...Hinushi-san, I'm so glad to have met you in the end. Goodnight."

The flying squirrel paused for a moment before replying, "I'm also very happy to have met you. Goodnight."

Chapter Two: Old Man Walks Towards His Throne

"I hope to see you there again..." These words echoed in the flying squirrel's ears.

However, the figure who uttered those words disappeared with a smiling expression.

The forty-one seats were empty, and the entire round table conference room was completely silent, with nothing left behind.

"Ugh……"

The flying squirrel let out a sigh from the bottom of its heart.

Although I really want to say:

"Today is the last day of the game's operation. I know you're very tired, but this is a rare opportunity. Why don't you stay until the very end together?" This kind of invitation.

However, you can't say such things to a grown man who is so tired he's about to fall asleep just by listening to his voice.

Judging from the other party's behavior, asking him to stay is not just shameless, it's downright troublesome.

"What a joke! This is the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which we all built together! Why can you abandon it so easily?!"

He stood up, slammed his fist on the table, and roared!

But after the intense anger erupted, a feeling of emptiness and loneliness welled up inside.

In reality, Suzuki Satoru himself understood that no one gives up easily; it's just that life forces them to.

"Perhaps only someone like Nidhoggsan has the right to do whatever he wants..."

The flying squirrel smiled wryly and muttered to himself, but quickly dismissed his own judgment.

"No, perhaps Hodenigsan can't do whatever he wants either, otherwise he should have already logged on."

Looking at the guild list, which only had four grayed-out names besides his own, Ainz said somewhat dejectedly.

Of the forty-two people, thirty-seven have already left the guild.

Of the remaining four, only Hognid continued to log on, just like him.

To be honest, without the other party's support, Feishu wasn't sure if he would have given up halfway.

"Ah—ah—, Hognidsan, hurry up and log on, I'm so lonely by myself..."

With a soft murmur of complaint, Momonga walked to the wall next to the gate, gazing at the staff adorning the wall, lost in memories.

That is the symbol of the guild, the guild weapon named after the guild "Ainz Ooal Gown," the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Ainz Ooal Gown is a game guild founded by forty-two players, all of whom are of the "Alien" race.

Although a single guild in the game can only have a maximum of one hundred members, some large guilds will take the initiative to establish branch guilds with the same name, so it is normal for them to have several hundred members.

There are even super-massive alliances like [2CH Union] with a total of over a thousand members, and at its peak, it was a super-large group with three thousand members.

In comparison, Ainz Ooal Gown, with only forty-two players, can only be considered a small group.

However, precisely because of this, the atmosphere within the guild is quite harmonious, and the members are united with great enthusiasm, creating incredible achievements.

At its peak, it even reached a ranking of fifth in the world.

Of course, this ranking is somewhat inflated, mainly because the game characters created by Hognide are too overpowered.

He single-handedly raised the ranking of the entire guild.

If we disregard his exceptional individual skills, according to data analysis from player forums, he seems to rank around ninth.

I just don't know what they based their analysis on.

However, the guild is long past its peak, and its current ranking is almost falling to outside the top twenties.

With the help of items left behind by their former teammates, and the support of the current world's number one player, the remaining five players barely managed to maintain their 18th place ranking.

I believe this ranking will remain unchanged until the server shuts down.

Today is the day the server shuts down...

Ainz Ooal Gown reached out towards Ainz Ooal Gown's staff, but pulled his hand back before he could touch it.

It's not because of any sense of responsibility or fear of problems.

Simply because—

"In your current wandless state, you are no match for this magic wand."

Muttering to himself, Ainz Ooal Gown manipulated the control panel to equip himself with the most luxurious gear. Looking at his character's appearance on the panel, he nodded in satisfaction before grabbing Ainz Ooal Gown's Staff.

The staff is modeled after Hermes' scepter, with seven snakes coiled around it, each holding a different colored gem in its mouth as it struggles in agony.

The moment it was held in hand, the staff emitted a flickering crimson-black light.

Sometimes the light appears as a painful expression like a human face, then collapses and disappears, the realistic performance allowing viewers to imagine the painful screams just by looking at it.

At the same time, an icon appeared in front of them showing a sharp increase in attributes.

This guild weapon was created using countless precious materials and consumed a great deal of time, energy, and even money from everyone in the guild.

The jewel held in the snake's mouth alone is a high-level artifact, a divine relic.

The entire wand is even comparable to world-class artifacts.

"Speaking of which, although other guild members all appear in this room after entering the game, it seems that Nidhoggsan is set to appear in a different place..."

"I remember it was set up so that it would appear in the [Treasure Hall] every time I logged in, since it's a 'dragon' guarding the treasure..."

"Then let's wait for him at the Throne Court, which is also located on the tenth level, since it's closer."

"So……"

"—Let's set off, symbol of the guild."

"No—my guild symbol."

Perhaps it was because no one around could see that they were able to remove the 3.5 bodies below.

As if suddenly having a fit of chuunibyou, Ainz Ooal Gown gripped his wand, looked straight ahead, cleared his throat, and spoke the above words in a low voice and high tone.

But then a sharp popping sound was heard.

"Ugh—how embarrassing! Luckily no one saw it. Let's just forget about what just happened."

A figure dressed in a magnificent robe walks through a splendid world filled with solemnity, as if a myth has descended, full of fantastical colors.

If it weren't for that inexplicable, sharp, explosive sound echoing through the empty corridor...

Meanwhile, Ainz Ooal Gown, whom he had been longing for, namely Xia Yan from the world of Ainz Ooal Gown, had also made arrangements for his own funeral, plugging the data cable connector into the socket behind his neck.

“LinkStart!”

Chapter Three: The Demonic Dragon That Devours the World

“Link·Start!”

After the startup command sounded and the data was loaded, Xia Yan's vision went completely black.

The next moment, the world, which had been dark, was enveloped in light.

What comes into view is a magnificent, golden ocean.

The surrounding area was a small mountain of gold coins, and the walls were lined with huge cabinets that reached the ceiling. The treasures inside the cabinets shone with a light even more dazzling than the gold mountains.

A short staff inlaid with bloodstone, protective gloves inlaid with garnets and made of crimson gold, and a black diamond lens set in a small silver ring...

There was simply no place to put the countless treasures, so they were piled up haphazardly around him.

It's like a dragon's lair overflowing with treasure in a fantasy adventure story.

In fact, he himself is the dragon guarding the treasure!

Xia Yan looked down at his hands.

What came into view was not the pair of long, strong, and well-defined hands with distinct knuckles as before, but rather a pair of grotesque claws covered in scales and keratin.