All Of The Worlds Will Be Mine

A soft chime echoed in the dimly lit room as a new message appeared on Shizuki Saturo's screen. He squinted, half-expecting another spam mail or system alert. But the sender's name made his breath hitch.

"Shizuki Saturo, From Elric, son of..."

The message was simple, yet carried a weight that pressed down on his shoulders.

"I would like to meet with you tomorrow in Yggdrasil at 7:00 p.m.Please remain at your guild base—I will come there myself.Let me know your answer.You may simply reply to this email."

"...Fuck," Shizuki cursed, the word slipping from his lips before he could stop it.

"Fuck you, you still want an answer from me?" he shouted inwardly, rage bubbling beneath his skin. But despite his anger, his fingers moved on their own, obediently typing the reply.

"It will be my honor, sir. I will be waiting for your arrival."

He hit send.

A bitter laugh escaped him. This wasn't just any message. The system it came through—this kind of access wasn't available to regular players. Not even most developers could pull this off. Whoever this Elric was, he wasn't someone to be taken lightly.

Shizuki's mind spiraled into chaos. What the hell have I done recently? he thought. Why would someone like that want to meet me personally? He flipped through memories of his recent in-game activity, trying to pinpoint anything that might have drawn this attention. But nothing stood out.

Still, no matter the reason, one thing was certain: he was going to lose his precious holiday.

A long sigh left his chest, filled with frustration.

Saying no was out of the question. Even if this was his first day off in three months, he wasn't stupid. He was already living in a hell—he didn't want Lucifer noticing him again.

And when the day came, he would still have to show that man the utmost respect. Smile, flatter him, express eternal admiration. Disgusting, yes. But necessary.

It was strange, though. Someone that powerful... wanting to meet him?

He couldn't make sense of it. And the more he tried, the worse his mood became. Any improvement from earlier was completely gone. He logged off from Yggdrasil and dropped onto his bed, hoping sleep would dull the anxiety.

The next day, Shizuki couldn't focus on anything.

His chest was tight with unease the entire time. Every hour dragged. When evening came, he logged in almost two hours early, sitting quietly in his guild base, alone with his thoughts.

Then, at exactly 7:00 p.m., a system notification popped up.

"Incoming entry request from: Elric"

His heart skipped a beat.

He accepted it immediately.

In a flash of light, a player avatar appeared before him—one without any facial features. A default model. Pale, expressionless. The blank slate of a character that hadn't yet been customized.

Somehow, the lack of any human feature only made Shizuki more nervous. His heart pounded even faster.

"Hello. My name is Elric. Nice to meet you," the man said plainly.

"You must be Shizuki Saturo."

"Y-Yes," Shizuki stammered, bowing slightly. "I'm Shizuki Saturo. Nice to meet you too."

His voice was shaky, betraying his nerves. But there was something oddly calm about the man. That helped him gather a sliver of courage.

"I hope I'm not being rude, sir," he said carefully. "But… may I ask what your reason is for this sudden visit?"

Elric's tone remained casual. "Nothing much. Just a small request."

He paused—and then dropped the bomb.

"I want to buy this guild. And also, your character. Don't worry, you'll be fairly compensated"

"I want your guild."

Those five words—so casually spoken—struck Shizuki like a thunderclap. For a moment, his barely-healed sanity, already stretched thin from the anticipation, almost snapped.

His heart contracted sharply, like it had been stabbed.

His fists clenched at his sides as an unconscious reaction, and for a terrifying second, he genuinely considered sucker-punching the man standing before him.

But the will to live—the instinct for self-preservation—was stronger than his rage.

"...Why?" he managed to utter, his voice hoarse and shaking.

But this wasn't just a question anymore. It came out as a low growl, almost animalistic. There was fury in it, sorrow, confusion—and somewhere, buried deep beneath it all—fear.

He knew. Showing dissatisfaction—especially toward someone this powerful—was dangerous. Reckless. Possibly suicidal. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself.

His emotions were no longer under his control.

Confusion.

Anger.

Excitement.

It was all a tangled mess inside his chest, and he himself could no longer distinguish what he was truly feeling.

This wasn't just some in-game location. It wasn't pixels and polygons.

This guild, this hall—this was ten years of his life.

A decade of blood, sweat, laughter, and tears.

The memories of countless nights spent laughing with friends, fighting side by side in desperate battles, building dreams from the ground up.

In a way, this guild was his world.

His home.

His identity.

And now, someone stood before him, ready to take it all away with a flick of his tongue.

He knew, deep down, this wasn't a negotiation. There was no room for no. That sentence wasn't a request.

It was an order.

An execution notice wrapped in politeness.

Shizuki opened his mouth again, ready to speak—ready to say something, anything—but was cut off before he could begin.

"You will get one hundred million yen as compensation," Elric said, his tone calm and undisturbed. "So think about it carefully."

"Why..." Shizuki whispered again. But this time, the word was different.

It wasn't defiant.

It was shaken by a different emotion entirely.

His heart started beating again, faster this time—but not out of fear.

Out of excitement.

One hundred million yen.

It was such a staggering amount of money that his mind took a moment to register it.

If he accepted, he would never have to work again.

He could leave his job, his stress, his endless cycle of exhaustion.

He could move to the Archipelago—the island paradise he always dreamed about.

He wouldn't just live comfortably.

He'd live free.

Meanwhile, Elric silently observed Momonga—Shizuki's in-game avatar—as he stood in stunned silence.

A small smile tugged at Elric's lips.

He couldn't sigh, not with this featureless form, but inwardly, he did.

No matter how precious something is... it's just a more expensive object in the end.

This was a gift. A reward—for making something beautiful.

This guild was, after all, the most beautiful in Yggdrasil.

And if Momonga had refused?

Well, Elric would have simply taken it by force.

It wouldn't have been difficult.

All it would take was a single sentence from him. The next day, Shizuki's account would be permanently banned, and his assets placed directly into Elric's hands.

Simple. Clean. Inevitable.

Shizuki seemed to understand that reality as well.

After a long, heavy silence, his shoulders slumped. He nodded slowly.

A smile spread across his face—though whether it was genuine or not, no one could say for sure.

Perhaps even he didn't know.

It wasn't entirely fake, at least.

A game was still a game.

No matter how much he loved it, he couldn't ignore the reality he lived in.

A cold, grinding reality. One he had to survive.

"...Okay, Mr. Elric. I agree."

His voice was quiet but firm.

"But this guild isn't mine alone. Before I—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence.

Elric raised a hand gently, interrupting him.

"Don't worry. I will talk to them."

Shizuki blinked, surprised. "Then... I'm relieved."

But of course, "talking" to them didn't mean diplomacy.

It meant kicking them out of the game. One by one.

Not that it mattered.

The only one Elric really liked was Momonga.

In fact, he'd even stolen Momonga's chance to travel to another world. This large sum of money—this hundred million yen—was, in a way, an apology for that.

Normally, Elric wasn't the kind of person to just hand out money.

But this was a rare case.

Still, Momonga misunderstood the gesture.

He smiled gently and bowed his head slightly.

"Then... I leave this place to you."

His voice carried a deep melancholy.

"...Can I take one last look before leaving?"

Elric gave a small nod.

"Of course."

After all, it already belonged to him. There was no rush.

He could wait one more day.

"Okay. I'll just log out tomorrow, then. Nothing else to do."

Momonga—turned one last time to gaze at the guild he had spent ten years building.

"...Okay," he said softly.

And with that, the deal was done.

Two days later, Elric logged into Yggdrasil once again. The login screen faded, replaced by the dark expanse of space-like void before it bloomed into vibrant color.

He looked down at his new character: a towering, skeletal figure clad in luxurious black and gold robes that shimmered with magical energy. The air around him pulsed with dark power. His character sheet displayed the following build:

Skeleton Mage (Level 15)

Elder Lich (Level 10)

Overlord (Level 5)

Necromancer (Level 10)

Ruler of Death (Level 10)

It was a build known more for its aesthetic and roleplay potential than actual combat prowess. On paper, it was weak—certainly not viable in top-tier PvP battles. Elric knew this. In fact, this character had never ranked in the top 500. What had made this avatar powerful wasn't the build, but Shizuki's skill in using it and the sheer quality of the equipment he had gathered over a decade.

Elric had considered creating a new character for himself—something optimized for balance or raw power—but then recalled something vital. After Nazarick was transported to the other world, the NPCs retained all memories from the game. That meant that if he built a new avatar, all the NPCs would still remember the old ruler, and the bond of loyalty they held might not transfer cleanly. There was a risk in altering that continuity.

And so, he had chosen to keep this character—Momonga. Even though there were more powerful builds available, like that of the legendary Touch Me, the strongest player in the game, Elric had a strange fondness for Momonga. Perhaps even... a kind of crush. Not on Shizuki the player, but one of the skill of Momonga: The Goal of all life is Death.

It was a dramatic, poetic skill. And while the skill "The Goal of all life is Death" was hardly considered groundbreaking in Yggdrasil—since most races had counters to it—in another world? In a world without resurrection, the ability to The Goal of all life is Death might become overwhelmingly powerful. Even in universes like Marvel, where cosmic powers and superhuman beings were commonplace, few could resist or counteract The Goal of all life is Death.

If the power worked the way he imagined it could... he would be nearly invincible against any being of equal standing.

And more importantly, he believed he could evolve this skill—upgrade it, enhance it—across multiple worlds. It would be an investment in his future selves.

Elric shook his head to clear the spiraling thoughts and focused. For now, he was logged in as Momonga. He stepped forward, and with a flicker of light, entered the game world.

White light bathed his screen for a moment—then everything changed.

Colors exploded into view. The stone floor beneath his feet was polished to a mirror-like shine, and he stood at the heart of the Throne Room of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The ceiling soared high above him, almost vanishing into beyond his eyes. Gold-accented pillars lined the majestic hall, and every step he took echoed with authority.

He could feel it. Just walking here instilled a sense of grandeur, of power. This was no ordinary base—it was a palace built by gods. A fortress for legends.

Elric had already removed all other players from the guild. Only NPCs remained now—his subordinates. For the next month, this would be his sanctuary, his testing ground, and his home.

Before he began any work—before diving into familiarizing himself with the game mechanics and preparing for the great journey to another world—he decided to take a tour.

[all the introduction is finished, so from the next chapter the real story will start]