The fluorescent lights of the YGGDRASIL development office buzzed with a sound that Makoto Hoshino had always found strangely comforting. It was a white noise that usually helped him focus on lines of code, on tweaking drop rates for minor mobs, on ensuring a newly designed potion didn't break the game's economy.
But today, the hum felt like a countdown. Seven days. That was all that was left before YGGDRASIL, the DMMO-RPG that had consumed a decade of his life, would shut down its servers forever.
Makoto leaned back in his ergonomic chair, rubbing tired eyes. He wasn't one of the lead designers. He didn't make the grand decisions about expansion packs or major lore events.
He was a minor developer, a glorified bug fixer and balance tweaker. But what he lacked in prestige, he made up for in access. He knew the hidden architecture of YGGDRASIL. He knew the forgotten corners of code, the abandoned quest lines, and the precise coordinates of every World Item that hadn't been discovered yet.
More importantly, he knew the anime. He knew about Ainz Ooal Gown. He knew what was coming.
The knowledge was a heavy burden. Transmigration. It sounded like the plot of a trashy light novel, yet Makoto felt it in his bones. The sheer weight of the game's data, the collective dreams and nightmares of millions of players, it was all converging toward a singularity.
The game wasn't just ending; it was becoming real. And Makoto, armed with this prescience, had no intention of being a background character in someone else's story.
He had a plan. A dangerous, career-ending, potentially reality-breaking plan. As a developer, he had strict restrictions. He couldn't just give himself infinite gold or God-tier items. The system would flag him immediately, and he'd be fired before he could even log in. He had to be subtle. He had to use the system against itself.
The first step was the resignation. It was a simple email, citing burnout and a desire to explore other opportunities. His manager, a stressed-out man who looked like he hadn't slept since 2126, barely registered the departure. "Shame to lose you right before the end, Hoshino. Good luck." With a fake smile and a fast-beating heart, Makoto walked out of the office, shedding his identity as a corporate drone and preparing to become something else entirely.
Back in his small, cluttered apartment, Makoto initialized his dive gear. The neural interface settled over his head, a familiar sensation that now carried the thrill of impending rebellion. He logged in not with his developer account, but with a newly created player account. He needed a blank slate. He needed an avatar.
The character creation screen glowed before him. He bypassed the heteromorphic races. He didn't want to be an undead or a demon. He wanted to be human, but not just any human.
He spent hours meticulously sculpting the face. High cheekbones, striking blue eyes that seemed to hold entire galaxies, and a mop of unkempt, snow-white hair. It was an homage, a nod to a character from an old, beloved anime: Gojo Satoru. The look screamed arrogance and overwhelming power. It was perfect.
He typed in the name: Lucifer Valentine. It was edgy, a bit chuunibyou, but in the New World, names held power. Lucifer, the fallen angel, the light-bringer. Valentine, a touch of strange romance. It fit the persona he was building.
But a human lifespan was a flaw. He needed immortality. He navigated the complex job class system, utilizing knowledge only a developer would possess.
He selected a combination of classes that, when leveled correctly, would lead to a very specific, hidden tier. He started with the basics, focusing on magic and utility, aiming for the 'Immortal' job class, a notoriously difficult path that most players abandoned due to its grueling requirements.
Now came the hardest part: the bug. This was where he risked everything. He couldn't just write himself a new class; that would trigger alarms. But he could introduce a tiny, seemingly insignificant bug in the core system architecture. A logic error that, under very specific conditions, would grant access to external data sets.
He worked for two solid days without sleep, his fingers flying across a virtual keyboard. He was coding a backdoor, a pathway to abilities that shouldn't exist in YGGDRASIL. He designed two ultimate skills of rimuru from tensura anime from his past life, basing them on concepts he found fascinating.
The first was 'Wisdom Lord Raphael'—an ultimate analytical engine, capable of processing information at impossible speeds, analyzing magic, and managing complex tasks simultaneously.
The second was 'Gluttony King Beelzebub'—a power of absolute consumption and assimilation, allowing him to devour enemies, spells, and even concepts, integrating their power into his own.
The code was elegant, hidden within the complex algorithms governing the game's physics engine. It would remain dormant until the very last second of the server shutdown. Only then, when the system was unstable and the monitors were looking away, would the bug execute, binding those ultimate skills to Lucifer Valentine's soul.
With the trap set, Makoto now fully embodying Lucifer began the grind. He had five days left. He took out massive, high-interest loans in the real world, funneling the money into YGGDRASIL's cash shop. He bought experience boosters, teleportation scrolls, and high-tier mercenary contracts, and contact old players to purchase world items at low price as game will shut down in five days , he able to get 5 world item at first day with one from the twenty after using it a player become world enemy. He scoured the auction houses, using his developer knowledge to identify underpriced, high-value items being sold by players desperate to liquidate their virtual assets before the end.
His first target was a hidden dungeon he had helped design using a cash shop item known as a power suit and ten resurrection rings with 10 ring slots he purchased .The Labyrinth of the Forgotten Aeon. It was a brutal, level 80 zone, meant for a full party of elite players.
Makoto went in alone, armed with cash shop items and a ruthless efficiency. He spammed high-tier spells from scrolls, chugged mana potions like water, and utilized every exploit and pathing glitch he knew.
The leveling was explosive. He bypassed the usual grind, ascending through the ranks with terrifying speed. He hit level 60 within forty-eight hours. His build was a strange, powerful amalgamation:
Name : Lucifer valentine
Race :Human
Level : 60
Job classes :
Taoist (lv.15)
Immortal ( lv.10)
Shi jie immortal (lv.5)
Battle Mage (lv.15)
Sorcerer (lv.10)
Time Space Mage (lv.5)
Karma :+100
These were the foundational classes, building a vast mana pool and incredible versatility.