Multiverse Anime: A Journey Through Worlds Starting as the Supreme Being

That's right, Xixiang knows that he should have no heart now.

But he just felt it, as if his heart was breathing with this space filled with the breath of the birth of life.

The rhythms of both parties reached a perfect balance, as if he was this dead dark space, and this darkness was himself.

"So, where exactly have I come to? Is this also called breathing method?"

Xixiang complained to himself.

He never stopped thinking, and he was afraid that if he didn't keep thinking, his will would be completely worn out in this darkness, and he would either go crazy or die.

Only thinking can make him feel that he is still alive. He feels that he has become a thinking creature.

But the information he knew was too little after all. He had been thinking about it in this darkness for who knows how long, but he still hadn't come up with a reason.

Just when Xixiang didn't know how much time had passed and fear was about to completely fill his soul, a pair of beautiful and sad eyes like ruby ​​suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Those eyes were so huge that they seemed to occupy the entire darkness.

In front of those extremely beautiful eyes, Xixiang's will was completely frozen, like an ant facing a majestic true god.

It's like facing a kind and sad mother.

At this moment, endless memory fragments filled Xixiang's consciousness.

It was a battle, an endless battle, a battle for thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years!

That is the law of nature, and it is the absolute fate that is shouldered by the woman who is constantly fighting!

Because she is "the woman who was born to satisfy the lowest common multiple of the universe", and she is the great deity who was pushed to the dawn of the world to bear the burden of everything!

Light and darkness, yin and yang, good and evil, creation and end, male and female, these are the least common multiples, that is, duality!

She cried while fighting, she penetrated the heart of the brave, covered the face that seemed to embody all the beauty in the world with her hands full of blood, and cried countless times.

Suddenly, a voice asked the woman a question.

It was like Xixiang's own voice, and it was as if he was just asking questions following some kind of destiny.

'Are you sad because you hate fighting? ’

The woman shook her head.

'Are you grieved by killing your enemy? ’

The woman cried and shook her head.

‘Are you sad because of the sworn relationship? ’

The woman still shook her head.

'Then why are you sad? ’

The woman stopped crying, opened her mouth slightly, and answered quietly:

"'…………'"

Xixiang couldn't hear that sentence clearly or hear it.

The woman closed her red jade eyes sadly, and Xixiang's consciousness fell silent again.

In the moment before his consciousness disappeared, Xixiang finally knew who this woman was and her name. Her name was——

Ahriman, the mother of evil gods! .

Chapter 2 The Supreme Being

In 2138 AD, the technology of the human world has become very advanced.

However, despite the changes in human technology, there is still an important issue that is difficult to overcome, and that is energy.

Even now in 2138, humans still cannot master the energy technology that can satisfy humans for long-term space travel.

Unable to enter the universe and seize the resources of the entire universe, more than 10 billion humans are trapped on the earth, and the energy crisis has arrived as scheduled.

The shortage of energy has caused severe class differentiation, unemployment has increased year by year, and the entire world has been in turmoil.

In this predicament, careerists are ready to take action, and a new world war seems to be coming at any time.

The easiest way to solve today's predicament is to master the new energy technology that allows mankind to move into the interstellar era.

And if the legendary ‘third type of perpetual motion machine’ can be created, I am afraid that the entire human civilization will undergo earth-shaking changes.

However, that is just a fantasy technology after all.

As a result, virtual reality technology based on the Internet and nanotechnology is widely used.

Every citizen can buy nano-machine nutrient solution with very little money by virtue of their citizenship certificate.

By allowing citizens to inject nanomechanical nutrient solution into the virtual world, human metabolism can be reduced as much as possible, thereby reducing excessive waste of resources.

This is the method chosen by various countries to deal with the energy crisis at this stage, but in the end it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.

As for the ecology of the entire society, there was a word to describe it more than a hundred years ago - cyberpunk!

…

Yggdrasills, a game named after the Nordic World Tree, was one of the many virtual reality games that came online when the new policy was implemented twelve years ago.

At the same time, it was also the most watched game at the time.

However, that was only twelve years ago after all.

"Are you kidding? This is the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick that everyone worked together to build. Why can you abandon it so easily!"

A total of forty-two luxurious seats were placed around the huge round table that exuded the light of obsidian.

A humanoid skeleton wearing a gorgeous robe that gave people infinite terror was shouting with extreme anger.

Momonga used his terrifying eyes emitting scarlet light to slowly scan the forty-one seats except himself.

Open the guild member list and see that there are only five people left on it, and the remaining four are also gray and not online.

Flying Squirrel's anger immediately vanished, leaving only endless emptiness and loneliness.

Thirty-seven people had already left the guild, and the remaining four had not been online for a long time. Only Flying Squirrel was left in the entire guild.

Ainz Ooal Gown, a game guild founded by forty-two "alien" players, was ranked seventh in the world at its peak in the game guild rankings.

The reason why it was ranked seventh was only because Ainz Ooal Gown only recruited "alien" players, and the entire guild had only forty-two members.

Compared to those large guilds with hundreds of people, Ainz Ooal Gown is really a small group in the game.

But it is precisely because of the small number of people and because "alien" players are always persecuted and denounced as symbols of evil.

The entire guild members are more united, with great enthusiasm, to create this incredible achievement.

However, the guild has long passed its peak and is already outside the top 20 in the world rankings.

The reason why the guild can still rank more than 20 when there are only five members left in the guild.

In addition to the rich legacy left by the members who failed, it is also because this game is about to be closed, and there are not many people on the entire server.

Today is the day when the server is going to be shut down.

In his bony hand, Momonga holds a gorgeous scepter.

The appearance of the scepter imitates the Staff of Hermes, with seven snakes entwined on it. In the mouths of the snakes struggling in pain, each holds a gem of a different color.

This is the only guild weapon for each guild, and it is also the symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown. As long as the scepter is destroyed, the entire guild will disintegrate.

So although this weapon is powerful, Momonga, as the nominal president, has never used it. Instead, it has been decorated in the room where the "Supreme Ones" hold meetings.

The cyberpunk life in reality is numb, and only the virtual world can bring happiness and passion.

The game has been running for twelve years so far, and Momonga has also spent the most precious youth time as a human being in this game.

Therefore, Momonga has strong feelings for the Great Tomb of Nazarick and all the members of the guild.

Those friends who fought together were treated as his only family and relatives.

After all, in reality, he was alone.

Momonga did not allow himself to do anything that would bring danger to the guild. Even if this staff was extremely powerful, he would never let himself use it.

"Today, let me be a little willful, everyone..."

Momonga muttered to himself in the empty room. Even though he was just a skeleton, people could feel his sadness and loneliness from the bottom of his heart.

The departure of the guild members and the desolation of Ainz Ooal Gown were like his relatives abandoning him and making him feel painful when he lost his home.

In the past, when no one was online, he liked to talk to himself here alone, reminiscing about the past, like an empty-nest old man without relatives.

"But those two guys, Zaratul and Jadeite, said that this scepter was designed according to the appearance of the 'Staff of Hermes', but what is the 'Staff of Hermes'?"

Flying Squirrel played with the staff in his hand and whispered in confusion.

Zaratul and Jadeite are like-minded.

In this numb age, the two guys who also like classical mythology always have many topics to talk about.

Flying Squirrel fell into Alzheimer's memories again.

Everyone used to sit here and talk and laugh, Urbel and Tachi. Mi always quarreled with each other, and Zaratul and Jadeite were talking about mythological stories that everyone didn't know.

And he and Peroroncino whispered about GALGAME, and from time to time he laughed so hard that people looked down on him.

They used to build guild weapons together, and they worked together to go on adventures every day.

They used to face strong enemies together, solve difficulties together, and even at the most critical moment, the entire guild was almost destroyed.

That was the most glorious and prosperous period of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Bits of memories were recalled in Momonga's mind. He was afraid that he would forget all of this, so he engraved them in his mind.

After sitting there for an unknown period of time, Momonga stood up and left the round table, shaking his gorgeous robe.

Momonga decided that at the last moment before the server was shut down, he would walk through the entire Nazarick Great Tomb again, as the most beautiful memory of his youth.

After walking through the hall where the round table was located, the first thing he came to was a hemispherical hall.

There were four-color crystals shining on the ceiling of the hall, and there were seventy-two holes in the wall, with seventy-two statues placed inside.

Each statue imitated the appearance of a demon, and this hall was called the "Key of Solomon".

And those statues corresponded to the seventy-two demons, golems made of super rare magic metals.

These demon statues were made by the great alchemist, Jade Record, and several demon players.

However, when they finished making more than 60 statues, they gave up because it was too troublesome.

Zaratul couldn't stand it anymore and felt that things couldn't be abandoned halfway, so he took the initiative to complete the remaining demon statues.

"I remember that the statues Zaratul completed were Baal, Barbatos, Baimon, Morax, Asmodeus, Cain and Gremory, what else?"

"... Uh, the names of these demons are really hard to remember."

Flying Squirrel complained and scratched his bald head.

The only person who likes this kind of ritual and setting is Cui Yulu.

Walking through this hall, a stone door appeared in front of Flying Squirrel, with carvings of angels and demons on it.

Pushing open this door, a magnificent hall came into view.

The hall is vast, and it is not crowded even if it accommodates hundreds of people. Roman stone pillars are staggered and support a dome sky.

The walls are based on white, decorated with gorgeous gold-based patterns, and the unimaginable crystal lamps are made of colorful gems, exuding dreamlike colors.

There are huge flags with different patterns on the wall, and there are a total of 42 flags flying from the ceiling to the floor.

Under each flag is a throne with a towering backrest, symbolizing the 42 people of the guild.

This is the deepest and most important place in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick - the throne room!

Although Flying Squirrel is the guild president, he is no different from others.

Flying Squirrel clearly knew that he was not the strongest person in the guild, nor was he the one who spent the most money, nor was he the smartest and most knowledgeable person.

The reason why he could become the guild leader was because he had a gentle personality and was very serious and responsible, so he was recommended by everyone.

It was precisely because he was too serious and responsible that he felt lonely and unwilling after the guild fell into such a state.

Flying Squirrel stared blankly at the throne hall, with red light flashing in his skull, and his mood fluctuated.

Finally, he sighed with regret and began to look carefully at the hall.