All Of The Worlds Will Be Mine

Chapter 22: A Facade of Utopia 2



Even in a world beyond salvation, crime was never far behind.

Petty theft, organized gangs, underground markets, digital fraud—even murder—it all continued unchecked. The police, once the guardians of law and order, had become little more than a name. Uniforms without authority. Symbols of a past that no longer mattered.

And yet... society continued to function.

A strange, perverse equilibrium had formed—one shaped not by justice, but by dependency. In the past, if you lost your job, you could find another. Or maybe live off savings. There was flexibility. Options.

But not anymore.

Now, everything—everything—was controlled by the corporations. The food people ate, the air they breathed, the water they drank. If you wanted to survive, you had no choice but to work. And not just work—slave away, day after day, until your body broke and your spirit crumbled.

Quitting meant dying.

The companies provided the essentials, but in return, they demanded your life.

And for those who dreamed of something better, a decent job was the only path.

But to get a decent job... you needed education.

Even attending an elementary school cost a fortune. It wasn't uncommon to see parents working themselves to death—literally—just so their children could learn how to read.

Elric remembered that he mentioned overlord.

Ainz, and even another guild member, Olgart—both of their parents had died from overwork. Crushed beneath the unrelenting pressure of survival.

That was no accident.

It was by design. The system thrived on ignorance. The less people knew, the less they questioned. The less they questioned, the easier they were to control. Rebellion was not something the uninformed even considered. Elite education had become a privilege only the rich could afford—an inheritance passed down like wealth.

But all that… had nothing to do with him.

Elric leaned back in his chair, his expression blank.

The world was divided.Rich and poor.The powerful and the powerless.

And he was among the lucky ones.

No—he was beyond lucky.He was born into the Arcology.

The Arcology—an artificial paradise sealed from the dying outside world. It was a massive, climate-controlled superstructure where the ultra-wealthy lived in obscene comfort, untouched by the world's decay.

Everything he could ever want was at his fingertips:Fresh, delicious food grown in high-yield vertical farms.Entertainment systems far beyond modern VR.Personal caretakers, luxurious baths, music, education, fashion—everything.

This twisted world may have been a hell for most—but for people like him, it was Eden.

His father was a shareholder and Vice Chairman of one of the largest conglomerates on Earth. That made Elric practically nobility—no, more than that. He was a high-ranking noble, just a step beneath the company owners themselves—the true kings of this era.

Below the kings were the low-ranking nobles—the lower elite families that served in specialized administrative roles.

And then there was everything outside the Arcology.

There, society was divided into four loosely defined classes:

First were the corporate workers—those lucky enough to serve the companies directly, often in sealed workspaces.Next came the middlemen—inspectors and supervisors who made sure everything ran "smoothly."Then, the gangsters—violent, unpredictable, but tolerated so long as they didn't interfere with profit.And finally, at the bottom, the normal people—the discarded majority. People like Suzuki Satoru, before he became Ainz Ooal Gown.

Elric had it all. A luxurious life. Status. Comfort. Wealth.

He lived like a king.

But… it all just empty.

He thought of his previous life.

That perfect whether that turn to shit the moment he left.

That sun which gave him a sunburn many time.

Winter's painful morning.

And suddenly, everything around him—the glittering walls, the ambient lighting, the scent of flowers in the air—it all felt fake.

"...Screw this world," he muttered, bitterly.

His dark thoughts were interrupted by the soft hiss of the automatic door opening.

A woman stepped in, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers. Her silver hair glistened under the soft light, cascading down like strands of moonlight. Her features were delicate, perfect—almost too perfect. Porcelain skin, slender figure, eyes like amethyst glass.

Even in two lifetimes, Elric had never seen a woman this beautiful.

"Aline…" he called out lazily, still sitting at the edge of his bed. "I want pancakes today."

"Certainly, sir," she replied in a voice as sweet as silk, bowing gracefully. "I will prepare them immediately."

She turned with elegance and exited the room.

Aline wasn't human.She was his personal android and caretaker—one of the most advanced synthetic beings in existence. She could do anything a human could... and more. Tasks that required precision, speed, or impossible strength—Aline could perform them all without error.

Elric often found himself impressed despite everything. Even if the world was rotting, humanity's technological advancement had soared to breathtaking heights. From personal androids to AI-managed cities, from nano-surgery to orbital weapon platforms—this was a golden age of technology... buried beneath the soot of a dying planet.

And that was why—before he left for good—he needed to take all of it with him.

He had no intention of abandoning this world's treasures. Not the tools. Not the data. Not the breakthroughs. He'd bring them all with him to the new world. That was the least this cursed place could offer in return.

He lazily wandered into the dining room.

The table was already set.Silver utensils, fine porcelain plates, and a steaming stack of golden pancakes dripping with honey.

He sat down without a word.

Picked up his fork.

And took a bite.

"…Sweet," he whispered.

But he wasn't smiling.

The taste danced on his tongue for a moment—but the sensation faded too quickly. Like chewing a Paper.

This was luxury. Real food—fresh ingredients, artisanal prep, and perfect texture. The kind of food most people in the world would never taste even once in their lives.

And yet… to him, it felt bland.

Fake.

"It's seemed, something is very hard to copy, if you never seen them," he thought, chewing slowly. 

No matter how advanced science became, some things couldn't be copied.

"...Hey, Aline," he said after a pause, eyes still on the half-eaten pancake.

The android turned to him gently.

"Are you finished collecting all the data I asked for?"


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