**At a game company, in the YGGDRASIL operations department, a middle-aged man with a hunched back, pale face, and deep dark circles under his eyes stood before an office desk, handing a resignation report to a stout manager.**
“I’m very sorry, Manager.
Because my physical health truly cannot support me any longer, I am formally resigning.
Please allow it.”
The manager sat with his legs crossed, casually scanned the resignation report, and tossed it aside.
If this were a month ago and a subordinate dared to resign without giving three months’ notice, he would have definitely let them experience the meaning of cruelty.
You want to resign just like that?
Do you think you own the company?!
Who would be responsible for the losses caused by the resignation?
What if you leaked company secrets to competitors or players?
One must know that as a game designer, the information in his head could fetch a high price among players!
Of course, that was back when [YGGDRASIL] was still popular.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
This once-hit game, after twelve years of operation, had decided to shut down its servers, and the announcement had been posted a week ago.
In three days, at midnight, [YGGDRASIL] would be permanently closed.
With only three days left, operations or maintenance might still have a bit to do, but designers were completely useless now.
It worked out perfectly; if the other party resigned, with a few strokes of a pen, the salary for last month plus these ten-odd days of this month could go right into his own pocket.
Wanting to resign and still wanting to get paid—where was there such a good deal?
Although the money wasn’t a huge amount, it was better than nothing.
Therefore, he decided to show mercy and agree immediately.
As for trying to keep him?
Heh—
In this world, there were only employees who couldn’t find work and starved to death, or those with insufficient ability who worked themselves to death at their posts; there was never a shortage of beasts of burden for the company!
Thinking of this, the manager took out a pen and scribbled his name.
Subsequently, a red light scanned across the computer, processing a large amount of data rapidly.
In less than two seconds, a notification of successful resignation came through the ear receiver.
“Get lost.
From now on, you are no longer an employee of this company.
You have half an hour to leave.”
Hearing the result he wanted, Makoto felt a surge of joy and didn’t care about the other’s attitude.
Or rather, the other’s attitude was already ten times better than expected.
He had originally thought that if the manager didn’t agree, he would just hire a hacker to quietly erase his login restrictions for [YGGDRASIL]—but that would cost money!
And money represented paid items, which was roughly equal to his actual strength and wealth three days from now!
Naturally, he wanted to save every bit he could.
“Thank you for your guidance.
I shall take my leave now.”
Leaving the office, Makoto arrived at what used to be his workstation.
This space of barely one square meter had occupied over sixty percent of his predecessor’s time, and he had even worked himself to death right here last night.
You might ask why Makoto would work himself to death at the end of a version when there should be nothing to do?
Capitalists in a cyberpunk world don’t keep idle people!
If you don’t demonstrate your value and your boss takes note of you, you’re in for it.
Being fired and starving to death without a job was common, and if you met a petty one who posted about your “laziness” in the industry circle, you might never find a job for the rest of your life!
He had no lingering attachment; after all, there was nothing in the company that belonged to him.
Except for the clothes on his back and a mandatory gas mask for travel, everything belonged to the company.
Putting on the mask, he dragged his weak body and turned to leave the company, walking unhesitatingly toward “home” while considering if there were any flaws in his next moves.
“The game helmet was paid for this morning; it should have been delivered.
I can go online directly when I get home.”
“The funds from the work loan and the house sale have arrived.
Combined with my previous savings and the information in my head, this money should be enough to create a decent account and build a small guild base.”
“As for the lifespan issue of the human race, the simplest solution is to use the [Immortal] class.
If there’s no better method by then, I’ll use that.”
“I only have three days to reach the level cap, and most of that time needs to be spent on other things.
Luckily, it’s the end of the game, and many new paid items were released for one last cash grab, including experience point items.”
“The images and data needed for the game character, NPCs, and the guild were completed this morning using the company’s AI technology software.
Good, that’s another sum of money saved.”
“The loan company should already know I’ve resigned.
But it doesn’t matter; the money is already in hand.
With my credit rating, it would take at least a week to take mandatory measures to freeze my funds.”
“And I only need to hold out for three days.”
“News of buying World Class Items at high prices and bulk-buying game materials, equipment, and items at low prices has already been posted on the forums.
Although few have contacted me so far, and the World Class Items for sale are even rarer—most with somewhat subtle attributes—one of them is quite good…”
“Regardless, at least the ticket I need for the transmigration is secured.”
“The class combinations for the NPCs…
as expected, I still need NPCs specialized against Dragonkin, as well as Undead and Demons.
A versatile Doppelganger is also a must-have.”
“Also, regarding the Talents of the New World, I wonder if I can seek those out…”
Thinking about the future, Makoto soon returned to the delivery locker not far from the house where he lived.
After instant iris authentication, he opened the locker and took out two packages.
One was naturally the game helmet, and the other—
Looking at the words “Beach Umbrella Pharmaceutical Company” on the package, Makoto felt a pang of heartache.
Inside was a nutritional potion and matching equipment.
According to the description, as long as it was worn, as long as the person wasn’t dead yet, it could almost guarantee you wouldn’t completely die within a week!
Of course, this potion had another function: keeping the brain excited.
If he missed the transmigration because he couldn’t help falling asleep, it would truly be a waste of this “Perfect Life Optional Restart Package.”
He’d have to wake himself up at night and slap himself twice.
This was exactly what Makoto, who was short on time, needed.
For the next less than three days, he naturally chose to pull an all-nighter—I’m not sleeping!
To ensure this body, which was already riddled with holes and had few good parts left, wouldn’t break down at a critical moment, Makoto had paid an entire year’s salary.
One must know that the original Makoto could barely be considered an upper-middle-class figure in this world, significantly stronger than Suzuki Satoru in the original story.
Generally, no one but upper-class figures would buy such ridiculously expensive things.
“It’s a pity that Suzuki Satoru’s guild, Ainz Ooal Gown, only accepts heteromorphic players, and the powerful hidden class the original host knew about can only be taken by pure humans.
Plus, with the transmigration time being so late, the Ainz Ooal Gown guild where Ainz is currently located has long stopped recruiting.”
“Otherwise, joining the protagonist’s group would actually be a quite stable choice.”
At this thought, Makoto’s face showed some conflict.
He only had a short three days; many things that required time to obtain were out of reach, and the amount one person could spend on microtransactions couldn’t possibly compare to the forty-one players of the Ainz Ooal Gown guild.
Guilds, NPCs, paid items, various materials, and gold coins—these things simply couldn’t compare to the other side’s.
And after transmigrating, if they ever met, those NPCs he quite liked in his past life would be there, and just his status as a player almost determined a hostile relationship between both sides.
“I hope I can get that item!
If I have the hidden class plus that World Class Item, at least survival shouldn’t be a problem.”