Game Over : Marvel Reboot

From the moment I arrived in YGGDRASIL, I hit the ground running—literally. There was no time to waste. My first day in the game felt like the starting gun of a marathon, and I sprinted forward without looking back. For six months straight, I was online 24/7, grinding, questing, and leveling up with relentless determination. By the end of the first month, I had already reached Level 50—a feat that left even the most hardcore players in awe.

My method was simple but effective: accept quests, farm mobs until I leveled up once or twice, then complete the quests for maximum rewards. I made sure to achieve 100% completion in each town before moving on, leaving no stone unturned. It was exhausting, but I thrived on the challenge. Every level gained, every skill mastered, brought me closer to my goal, the whole time I convinced myself to keep at it, keep moving it was all for my bright future.

Six months into my journey, reality came knocking. My doctor, Amano Kinoshita, logged into the game to deliver some grim news. My body in the real world was slowly shutting down. My right leg had completely died, and amputation was necessary to save the rest of my body. I guess my condition really are bad.

When Doctor Amano broke the news, his voice was heavy with sympathy. "Your condition is deteriorating," he said gently. "We need to amputate your right leg to prevent further complications."

I smiled. "Do what you need to do, Doc. I've got a game to play." I tried to make it look like I was fine with it, just so that he doesn't feel too bad.

Doctor Amano looked at me with a mix of admiration and sadness. "You're stronger than most, Sai. I'll make sure the surgery goes smoothly."

Doctor Amano keeps his promise to me, the surgery was a success, and I was back online within a week. Doctor Amano had recommended that I continue gaming, as it seemed to be the only thing keeping my spirits high. To that, I wholeheartedly agreed, so I continued gaming as I always do, and then, The YGGDRASIL game company reached out shortly after, offering to include me in their Patient Rehab program. This meant no forced logouts, additional in-game currency, and even real-world monetary aid to help with my medical expenses. In return, they asked to study my brain activity in-game, hoping to improve future gaming technology.

I agreed without hesitation. "If my condition can help others, then why not?" I said.

The company upgraded my Dive Helmet, adding more wires and sensors but thankfully no invasive procedures. I also agreed to be an organ donor and donate my body to science after my passing. When I shared this decision with Doctor Amano and the hospice staff, they were moved to tears. "You've gone from a depressing vegetable to a saintly one," one of the nurses joked, trying to lighten the mood.

The game company also granted me a special passive skill called EXP PLUS, which gave me an additional 30% experience points from every gain. "Consider it a token of our appreciation," they said. I accepted it gratefully. Every advantage counted.

By the end of my second year in YGGDRASIL, I had reached Level 100—the max level. I had transitioned from a Warrior to a Master Swordsman, earning a place among the top 10% of players in the game. My name appeared on the ranking boards, but I kept to myself, avoiding unnecessary attention.

It was during this time that I crossed paths with the legendary Nine's Own Goal guild. I met several of its members, including Touch Me, Nishikienrai, Warrior Takemikazuchi, Bukubukuchagama, Peroroncino, and Herohero. Each of them was a hardcore roleplayer, fully immersed in their villainous personas. Getting them to break character was nearly impossible, but it made for some hilarious interactions.

I even fought Warrior Takemikazuchi and Touch Me in the World Championship. Both battles were intense, but I emerged victorious. My real-world fighting experience gave me an edge—I fought like my life depended on it, because in a way, it did. Takemikazuchi was furious after one of our matches, accusing me of fighting dirty. "You threw a smoke bomb in my face and just wailed on me! Where's your honor?" he shouted.

I laughed. "Honor doesn't win fights, Takemikazuchi. Strategy does."

Over time, the guild members warmed up to me, especially after learning about my real-world condition. They saw me as the chill, laid-back guy who just happened to be a gaming addict. Momonga, the future guild leader, was particularly kind. He was soft-spoken, gentle, and incredibly knowledgeable about the game. Despite his villainous roleplay, he was a genuinely good guy.

Momonga even offered me a spot in the guild, but I declined. "If I joined, it would ruin your whole Heteromorphic villain vibe," I said. "Besides, I'm a solo player at heart."

He understood and respected my decision. Instead, he helped me create my own Mercenary Party, a smaller-scale guild system that allowed solo players to participate in large-scale battles. He gifted me a rare Mercenary Party Creation Emblem, an item dropped only by world bosses. With it, I founded the Shadow Order, my very own guild.

As the leader of the Shadow Order, I carved out a unique reputation for myself. I was the only Elven Mercenary Guild that consistently fought alongside the "villains" of YGGDRASIL. Whether it was guild wars, dungeon raids, or world boss battles, there I was—a lone High Half-Elf sticking out like a sore thumb among the monstrous Heteromorphic players.

My alliance with the Nine's Own Goal guild drew a lot of ire from other players, but I didn't care. Playing with them was too much fun. Watching a middle-aged salaryman like Peroroncino cast a fireball while shouting, "Burn to the fury of my hatred!" in all seriousness was pure gold. Each guild member had their own trademark speech and persona, and they delivered their lines with such passion that it was impossible not to laugh.

Despite their eccentricities, the Nine's Own Goal guild was incredibly powerful. Their guild base, Nazarick, had never been conquered, even when eight top guilds banded together to attack it. Then when the time come for them to hit the other guilds back, they done it a savage and ruthless fashion, I being they hired mercenary always joined their side, and I saw firsthand, how Nine Own Goal wiped their enemy on the floor, time and time again. They really instilled and solidified their villain status in Yggdrasil, fighting alongside them was both thrilling and rewarding. They also treated me like their personal dumping ground, gifting me extra items and materials they no longer needed. I accepted their offerings with open arms, always grateful for the support.

By the end of my second year, I had established myself as a force to be reckoned with. The Shadow Order was known across the server, and my reputation as a solo player who could hold his own against the best was cemented. I had forged strong bonds with the Nine's Own Goal guild, and together, we had taken on some of the game's toughest challenges.

As I stood atop a hill in Vanaheim, overlooking the lush forests and glowing crystal pathways, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had come a long way from the security guard who died in a factory. Now, I was a legend in my own right—a master swordsman, a guild leader, and a friend to some of the most powerful players in YGGDRASIL.