Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

YGGDRASIL

Yggdrasil, also known as the World Tree.

In 2126 AD, an island manufacturer fully prepared and carefully developed a virtual reality game that was launched.

It borrowed the concept of the nine worlds in Norse mythology, with a vast world, numerous professions, and character appearances that can be changed at will.

Once it was released, it became unstoppable and even triggered a trend of styling.

——But that was a long time ago.

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The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

The Ninth Floor.

Round Table Meeting Room.

In the center of the room was a huge round table emitting obsidian light, surrounded by forty-two luxuriously decorated chairs~.

Take out any one of them, and you will exclaim that this must be the throne of the arrogant and licentious king.

It's just that now these seats are almost all empty.

There are only two figures on the chairs that used to be full.

Two figures of inhuman monsters that make people feel extremely evil just by looking at their appearance.

"... Sorry, Momonga-san. I let you keep listening to my complaints. Because in the real world, it's really hard to complain. (bitter smile)"

"Don't worry, Hero Hero-san. I'm here. I know everyone is busy but I still invite you online. It's my duty to listen to your complaints. I will listen to them patiently no matter how many complaints you make."

One of them is talking to a sticky black object.

The body like melted asphalt keeps squirming, and it never stays the same for a moment.

The name of its race is the Ancient Black Slime, which is the race with the strongest acid-eroding ability in the entire game, and it can be called the glory of the slime clan.

The answer was the most classic skeleton image of the undead in the game.

It just looks like it should be a BOSS character among the skeleton soldiers.

Wearing a black bachelor's robe with purple and gold decorations on the edges, it looks quite luxurious, and the collar also has matching decorations that match the luxurious decorations.

The empty eye sockets flashed red and black light, and the back of the head also emitted a black light like a halo.

Just looking at the appearance, people can think of names such as the Archmage of the Dead and the Skeleton Mage.

And the race is indeed the Archmage of the Dead, and it is also the highest-level ruler of death.

The figures of these two monsters will occasionally appear in the most difficult mazes, but the two in front of them are not monsters in the game.

But players who chose the monster race.

After all, it is well known that once the freedom of the game is too high, even the players themselves may not know what they can do.

Becoming a monster is even considered a normal phenomenon.

However, although they all look domineering or evil in appearance, but his voice was not domineering at all, but rather gloomy, more like a social animal who was overwhelmed by life.

Due to technical limitations, although the game can have a certain degree of five senses, the characters cannot make matching expressions.

So players usually use character expressions or emotional icons, commonly known as emoticons, to express their emotions.

"Ah, thank you very much, Flying Squirrel-san."

Perhaps because of venting some of the pressure, Hei Luo Hei Luo's tone has added a bit of vitality than before.

"It's really a happy thing to meet a long-lost friend after logging in."

"By the way, I remember that Nidhogg-san seemed to log in to the game every day, and I was able to see him. But he doesn't seem to be online. Could it be that he has gone offline?"

When I thought of that figure who would be online as long as he logged in, and was jokingly called by other members of the guild as buying a house in the game, I didn't see him on the last day of the server shutdown.

Kurokurokuro's tone was also full of curiosity.

"Ah, Hognid-san." Hearing the name of this best friend who had been with him for the longest time, Momonga's tone became more energetic.

"He said that he had some things to do in reality, but he would definitely be online before the server was shut down." Momonga said with certainty.

"As for Hognid-san, he should be a wealthy man with a very high status in reality. I wonder what his life outside the game is like?"

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"Probably a luxurious life with music and dance every day..."

The two office animals' tone was full of sighs and envy, fantasizing about the life they would never be able to touch in their lifetime.

But when I thought that this rich man also had the same hobbies as me, and could even become a good friend and communicate on an equal footing, I felt that life didn't seem so difficult anymore. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"I'm really envious, but I should be offline soon."

Kuroheiro's sticky body extended a tentacle-like branch, sliding in the air, as if controlling something.

In fact, he was just dialing the system interface, but only he could see it.

"Hey, aren't you going to wait for Hognid-san? He should be online soon..." Momonga was a little surprised and a little regretful.

"I'm sorry, Momonga-san, I also want to stay with you until the end, but my body is really tired and I'm very sleepy."

"I was worried that you would be too lonely alone. Since Hognid-san is back, I feel a lot more relieved..."

Although there was no expression, you could hear the tiredness and regret of Kurohero just from his tone.

Hearing him say that, although it was very regretful, Momonga was naturally too embarrassed to keep him.

After all, as a fellow office worker, he fully understands the difficulties of the other person's life.

Especially after I switched to my current job two years ago, I had to work overtime for long hours, stay up late, and work overtime on weekends because of the mess of my clients and superiors.

My health was so bad that I had to take a lot of medicine every day to maintain my health.

Compared to that, although my income was a little less, it was relatively much easier.

Although I felt very guilty, it was inevitable that I felt a sense of superiority in my heart because of the existence of the game ID Flying Squirrel, whose real name was Suzuki Satoru.

"Ah - you seem to be really tired. Then log out early and have a good rest."[]

"... Flying Squirrel-san, I'm really happy to meet you in the end. Good night."

Flying Squirrel was stunned for a moment and replied: "I'm also very happy to meet you. Good night.".