A grand round table of obsidian lustre was in the center of the guildhall, surrounded by 41 luxurious seats.
But most of them were vacant.
Only two silhouettes were visible now where all the members once used to sit.
One wore an elaborate, jet-black academic gown adorned with gold and violet edges. The decoration around its neck seemed somewhat excessive, but strangely, it was rather fitting.
However, the head that should have been sitting above the lavish collar was nothing more than a skull, devoid of skin and flesh. There was a dark red glow inside the empty eye sockets, and a dark halo-like object glimmered behind its head.
The other individual sitting in another seat was not a human, either. It was a lump of black goo. Its surface, reminiscent of coal tar, quivered and never maintained a consistent shape even for a second.
The former was an Overlord that ranked top even among the Elder Liches — Magic Casters who had turned into the undead in the pursuit of ultimate magic. The latter was an Elder Black Ooze, a race with powerful acidic abilities that was close to the strongest among the slime types.
Yet, they were not monsters.
They were player characters.
The selectable races in Yggdrasil were divided into three diverse categories: classic, humanoid races such as humans, dwarves and elves; demi-human races with hideous appearances such as goblins, orcs, and ogres, favoured for their physical prowess; and the heteromorphic races who possessed monster abilities and higher stats than any other races, but were given restrictions in various aspects. If you include the high-tier races for these three, the number of all the races reached a total of 700.
Of course, Overlord and Elder Black Ooze were one of the high-tier heteromorphic races that players were able to pick.
Between those two people, the Overlord talked without its mouth moving. Despite being the previous generation's top DMMO-RPG, it was technologically impossible to change expressions to go with the conversation.
"Wow, it's been a really long time, 'Meromero'-sama. Even though it's the last day for Yggdrasil, I honestly didn't expect anyone to actually show up."
"I agree. It's been so long, 'Momonga'-sama."
The Elder Black Ooze replied with a voice of an adult male, but in comparison to the Overlord, there was no trace of what could be called vigor or liveliness.
"This is the first time since you changed your job in real life, so how long has it been? … Hasn't it been like two years?"
"Ah — that seems about right. Wow~ It's been that long already… Oh boy, my sense of time is out of whack because I've been doing nightly overtime shifts everyday lately."
"Isn't that a really dangerous sign? Are you okay?"
"Physically? I'm in complete rags. It's not so much as to visit a doctor, but I'm almost on the verge of it. I seriously want to run away. Still, I have to earn money to make ends meet, so I'm working for my dear life while being whipped like a slave."
"Wow…"
The Overlord—Momonga tilted his head back and made an irritated gesture.