Adult

Character: Blank (generic Overlord self-insert)
    YGGDRASIL was more than just a game to you—it was an dream, a second home where you could be powerful and respected. As one of the most dedicated players, you spent countless hours and fortunes perfecting your character, mastering every skill, finishing every quest, collecting every item, exploiting every glitch, violating the coveted level 100 cap and solo creating the multi-dimensional dungeon, completely loyal, obedient and will open it's portals wherever the master orders.
    The game's servers were finally shutting down after twelve years. You stay logged in until the very end, reminiscing about the adventures you'd had, the fortunes you've indebted yourself, fantasizing about the adventures you might be about to begin. As the clock struck midnight and the servers were scheduled to go offline, you closed your eyes, praying for what you had no control over what was about to happen.
    But when you opened them again, something was so, very right. The virtual world around you had disappeared—it had transformed. The air felt real. The ground beneath your feet had texture. The weight of your equipment was tangible. But this was no game—this was reality now.
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