Chapter 1: The Before Story
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, a testament to the engrossing allure of YGGDRASIL.
Ther 7.5 million dollars I've spent on this game might have seemed exorbitant to an outsider, but for me, it was the cost of becoming a legend.
As the 3rd ranked player, my name resounded throughout the game world: the Undefeated Queen.
My guild, the Shadow Ravens, soared high on the leaderboard, feared and respected as the second most powerful assembly in YGGDRASIL.
We were a collective of elite players who thrived in the shadows and struck with precision.
Today was different, though; it wasn't just another day for conquest and strategy. Today, I would make a move that could change the fabric of our reality within the game. Today, I was going to attack the Tomb of Nazarick.
I was finally going to make contact with the main character of overlord. Ainz Ooal Gown, currently Momonga.
The swamp of YGGDRASIL layed before us, a sprawling expanse of murky water and gnarled trees, their twisted silhouettes casting an eerie pall over the land.
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of decay and the unspoken secrets of the virtual world I'd come to conquer.
At my side, the Shadow Ravens assembled, a formidable array of fifty—a number not too large to lose the sense of camaraderie, yet mighty enough to strike fear in the hearts of our enemies.
Our armor bore the marks of battles won, and the quiet confidence of those who've bled together in the digital trenches.
I took a step forward, the water parting around my avatar's boots, and raised my eyes to the Tomb of Nazarick.
It rose from the swamp like a dark sentinel, the embodiment of every challenge we'd yet to face.
Its stone walls, slick with virtual moss, told tales of an unbreachable fortress, of a guild master whose name was whispered with a mix of dread and respect.
"Ravens," I began, my voice steady and clear, resonating over the still waters.
"This is the moment we've carved out of time itself—a chance to rise above legends and make our own mark upon this world."
Nods and murmurs of assent came from behind me, a wave of solidarity from my guild members, their faces resolute in the half-light.
"To Momonga of Ainz Ooal Gown," I called out, my voice rising, "I am the Undefeated Queen, ruler of the Shadow Ravens. We lay claim to your domain, not with whispers, but with the roar of the defiant."
A cheer erupted from the ranks, the sound fierce and proud.
"For the Queen!" they roared, their voices melding into a singular battle cry that filled the swamp and shook the very air.
"We'll follow you to the ends of YGGDRASIL, to victory or death!" a guild member to my left shouted, his weapon raised high.
The Tomb stood silent, its response a mere echo of our declaration. Yet, the challenge was clear, our intentions laid bare.
The swamp seemed to watch, its ancient trees standing guard as the last light of day flickered and died.
In the gloom, our figures were like ghosts, but our spirits were anything but.
Momonga, the enigmatic Overlord, now had to face us—an army led by a Queen, a guild united by purpose, and a challenge that would not go unanswered.
"CHARGE!!"
And with that, the Shadow Ravens charged toward the Tomb of Nazarick.
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