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God is Dead?

作者: Fuehrer

章節 1: God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him

Hope y'all understand this writing. Because I don't speak English, I use AI to translate it from my language to English. Anyway, this is my own idea and work, based on the original work of Overlord and some mythology and quote.

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The quote, "God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him," is a famous line spoken by the renowned philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche.

This statement reflects that, as knowledge and rational thought have evolved, humanity begins to feel no longer in need of an abstract, physically intangible concept of God. Nietzsche even hinted that the concept of God might eventually vanish entirely from the human mind.

The gods that once formed the core of human thought from ancient times—such as the deities in Norse, Greek, Roman, and Hindu mythologies, and even the monotheistic Abrahamic faiths worshipped in the world's three major religions, like Christianity, Islam, and Judaism—are gradually forgotten as human civilization advances.

Hades, one of the three principal gods in ancient Greece and the King of the Underworld, is an example of a god who once ignited curiosity and debate across eras, from ancient Greek times up to the present day.

However, unlike the ancient Greeks who believed Hades to be a real deity, modern thinkers view the ancient Greek concept of the "King of the Underworld" as nothing more than a figment of the imagination of early, underdeveloped human minds.

This makes him one of many gods who have joined the ranks of those considered "dead."

Nevertheless, despite human thought dismissing such deities as dead, the figure in question can be said to still live on, moving as though the concept of death holds no meaning for him.

Or so it seems...

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Hades, the ancient Greek god of the underworld, has now become a relic of the past that can never be completely forgotten by a pale, white man who now sits on his throne—a throne that, if any human were to behold, would either lead to their death or, at the very least, cause them to faint due to massive blood loss and visceral revulsion, mingled with fascination at the sight of the throne and the surrounding furnishings.

This reaction is unsurprising, given the abstract and unfathomable appearance of the throne and its surroundings. Each corner presents a concept so foreign that even the Cthulhu might bow before its maddeningly "insane" aesthetics.

However, beyond the appearance of the throne, it is the pale white man with dark purple eyes looking down, his flowing white hair like a waterfall, who sits upon it, that deserves to be discussed.

At first glance, the man might appear human, despite his pale skin, but upon closer inspection, his beauty surpasses even that of an angel in aesthetic terms. The structure of his skull and body differs from that of typical humans, and his noble posture exudes both danger and deep-seated arrogance.

Every movement he makes reflects the accumulated experiences of centuries of life.

This man, or Hades, appears to be deep in thought, grappling with complex ideas. This is due to words from some "friends" who have informed him that the game will soon end and be shut down forever.

The "game" his friends referred to is none other than the world in which Hades now resides. Yes, he currently exists in a game known as YGGDRASIL.

For someone who has lived for centuries and experienced countless worlds, this concept is not unfamiliar.

He is fully aware that he is currently in a game named after a tree from Norse mythology.

It all began when he "died" in his previous life due to the diminishing number of people who believed in the name of Hades.

In truth, he did not entirely die but underwent a common cycle of reincarnation, which every deity must experience at least once in their existence.

However, the reincarnation Hades experienced at that time was an anomaly even the goddesses of fate could not control.

He reincarnated as a small undead creature with a strange black skeleton that did not resemble that of a human or a typical god.

Naturally, he faced an identity crisis in this situation but quickly recovered, gathering information about his surroundings.

After adventuring and killing in many places just to survive, he was shocked to learn that he was currently in a game created by humans.

Of course, he was not pleased and grew angry at this mockery and the beings who were manipulating him, wondering how a god could be reduced to a mere pawn.

He tried to commit suicide but remembered that reincarnation only happens if someone orchestrates it, namely the goddesses of fate, and he wasn't sure if this "game" world even had a reincarnation concept.

So he abandoned the idea and fought to survive, dealing with various players of different races who tried to kill him for their own benefits.

After all this struggle, he regained his humanoid appearance, which, if not entirely human, at least resembled one.

Hades was naturally displeased to be on par with those "smart monkeys," but he admitted it was better than the fragile yet strangely strong black skeleton he'd inhabited before.

With the return of his humanoid appearance, he also acquired various powerful abilities, quite different from his former divine powers.

And with those powers, he gained a number of "friends" who helped him reach the point where he now sits on this abstract throne.

The latest news he heard from these "friends" before parting ways was that the game would soon end and be closed forever.

This, of course, gave rise to doubts and anxieties, as he had come to see this world as his own, and he did not want to "die" again, for there was no guarantee he would be reborn.

However, he could do nothing about it. Although he was strong, he could not influence the "game" as a whole since he was neither its creator nor its overseer.

Thus, he could be said to be somewhat resigned to the situation, and as a last mental defense mechanism, he made some final arrangements with the "NPCs" of the guild Ainz Ooal Gown.

This guild was an organization he and his friends had established from the ground up with considerable effort.

As the guild leader, he held the primary authority over its management.

With the paranoia built as his mental defense mechanism, he also grew paranoid about his body's condition after he would disappear.

Even though he wasn't sure if his body would persist after the game's permanent shutdown, he did so anyway. Perhaps it was just his final wish before he vanished from this world.

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Hades, resigned to his current situation, summoned a servant he deemed suitably aesthetic to tend to his body, which might soon cease to exist.

"Albedo, come here."

The female demon servant, or succubus, known for her intimacy, approached his throne without a word.

Hades, without a single word, watched Albedo approach with a hint of disappointment, as even at the end of his life, he could not speak.

"It's a pity you were all born in this place. If you had been born when I was still a god, I would have given you true life, unlike now."

He uttered these words knowing that Albedo and the others before him were mere hollow shells without souls. Although he had lost much of his divinity, he could still sense souls to some extent, and he could not detect any "souls" in Albedo or the other creatures.

Returning to the initial matter, with Albedo before him, he adjusted her description in the system to serve and care for her master.

However, he reconsidered after noticing that her description included the term "slut." He decided to change it to a "virgin madly in love with her master."

He did not fully understand how the description system worked, whether it would affect her accordingly or not.

Yet he did not care, as it posed no harm to him if it failed, and if it succeeded, it would clearly benefit him. Therefore, he made a few other adjustments in the description system to make it more logical.

After tinkering with the system, he leaned back in his throne, which oddly felt comfortable despite its unwelcoming appearance.

'Perhaps this is the final comfort I can enjoy; that's why it feels different' he thought as he glanced at the seductress demon's face.

"Albedo, stand by my side and guard me," Hades instructed when he finished making the necessary arrangements.

He looked at all the floor guardians, servants, and various beings occupying the Great Tomb of Nazarick, his chaotic thoughts masked by his composed exterior.

"All of you, guard me and take care of this place with all your body, heart, and your soul, even if I'm no longer in this world," he said, though he thought his words were mere nonsense, as they couldn't even hear him, let alone understand him.

Keeping a straight face, he leaned against his throne with his head resting on his fist before closing his eyes, watching time tick closer to the end.

Viewing through the game's system, he saw that less than five minutes remained until the game would close. He decided to sleep, hoping that all this was just an illusion conjured by those cursed goddesses of fate.

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