Chapter 1: The Last Game Night: Birth of Satan’s Daughter

[Server Closure Notice]

Thank you for supporting ‘Ragnarok Online.’ After nine years, the game will officially shut down on September 27, 2032.

Today is September 27, 2032.

The eventful history of Ragnarok, the virtual reality game, is coming to an end.

Siwoo glanced at the empty field in front of him and sighed deeply. The central square, once bustling with players, was now deserted except for him.

It made sense for a game on the verge of shutting down, but the reality still stung. He had poured so much love into this world that it was hard to accept that everything would soon disappear.

Absolutely not.

(Lv. 100)
Class: Illusionist
Alias: Demon King of Illusion

<7th place in overall PVP ranking>

His past achievements had once been legendary. His name was well-known in various communities, and wherever he went, players recognized him.

Of course, not all of that recognition was positive.

Maybe it was the “Demon King” persona he embraced or his signature illusion-based playstyle, but people often called him a “cheese player” or a “Gimmigrator” (“gimmick abuser.”) Many mocked him whenever he appeared.

But one thing was certain—Siwoo was incredibly skilled. He was so dominant that a meme had emerged: “If you’re winning against Anjinda , you’re trapped in an illusion.”

However, that era ended today.

Now, Siwoo was just another player left in a ghost town of a game.

The time was 11:50 PM.

Only 10 minutes remained before the servers shut down.

Siwoo looked around one last time. He had teleported to the central square, hoping to find other lingering players, but he was alone.

Did everyone leave without a second thought?

Feeling nostalgic, he opened his inventory, reminiscing about his journey.

Inside, rare items were lined up neatly, each holding a memory. Looking at them, he smiled bitterly.

“I must have spent several months’ salary on some of these…”

He continued browsing through his collection when something caught his eye—an item he had long forgotten.

[New Life Package]
When used, your identity and appearance will change randomly. (Your abilities and skills will remain unchanged.)

It was a rare item that not only altered your identity and appearance but also had the chance to grant a hidden class. However, there was a risk—if unlucky, one could end up as a weak mob like a goblin.

“I never used it because there was no going back…”

But now? With less than 10 minutes left, what did it matter?

Deciding to have some last-minute fun, Siwoo retrieved the item box from his inventory and tapped it.

Do you really want to use the item?
[YES]

With a crack, a dazzling light burst from the box. Its shell crumbled like an eggshell, revealing an unexpected message:

[Congratulations! You have become the only daughter of Satan, the overlord of the Demon World.]

A question mark floated above Siwoo’s head.

The only daughter of Satan?

In his nine years of playing, he had never heard or seen of such a class.

“A hidden class? But… the daughter of Satan?”

Before he could process it, another message appeared.

[You are immediately being teleported to Helathor.]

“What?”

In an instant, his vision went black.

The darkness lifted.

The first thing he saw was trees rushing past a carriage window, accompanied by the rhythmic clatter of horse hooves.

When she opened her eyes again, she was inside the carriage.

Wait—she?

Startled, she looked at her reflection in the window.

A teenage girl with long, ash-colored hair, snow-white skin, and sharp, cat-like eyes stared back.

“She’s really well-made for a random character.”

Even her voice was soft and refined—unnecessarily so.

She was admiring her new, lively appearance,rarely found in ragnarok, when she realized someone was sitting across from her.

“You’re awake, Lucy.”

It was an old man with white hair, dressed in dignified noble attire. He smiled warmly at her.

An NPC talking to me first? What kind of event is this?

But something felt off.

What developer would launch an emergency event ten minutes before a server shutdown?

Frowning, she instinctively touched her chin with her delicate, pale hand.

The old man, observing her hesitation, looked concerned.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, it’s nothing… wait, what?”

His response was eerily natural. Unlike normal NPCs, he seemed to react to her expressions and actions in real-time.

That wasn’t all.

Every time he spoke, his eyes blinked, his face shifted subtly—his behavior was too lifelike for AI.

“Are you… a player?”

“A player? What do you mean?”

“…??”

The old man tilted his head in confusion, his movements unsettlingly realistic.

Feeling uneasy, she decided to log out of the game.

Why isn’t the menu appearing?

She clapped her hands, tried vocal commands—nothing worked.

“Menu… Logout… Emergency Stop… Help…”

Every attempt failed.

The old man watched her struggle and scratched his beard thoughtfully.

“Miss Lucy, are you uncomfortable? Shall I stop the carriage?”

“What is this…”

Panic set in.

She had been teleported to a strange place right before the game servers shut down, met NPCs acting like real people, and now, she was trapped. None of it made sense.

Her unease turned into fear. A frightening thought came across her mind.

No way.

She gulped and pinched her cheek.

A sharp pain shot through her skin.

It hurts? It actually hurts?!

She felt a burning pain in her cheek as it was being pinched, and her fingertips felt soft and squishy.

‘Ragnarok’ or any other virtual reality games were not capable of replicating the 5 senses of a human, and not at all to this level.

This was impossible.

Yet, the pain was real. The world around her was real.

She gulped again and turned back to the old man.

“Who… are you?”

“You do not remember because you were asleep. Allow me to reintroduce myself.”

The old man stood and knelt before her in a respectful bow, assuming the posture of a servant addressing his master.

“My name is Dragos, a loyal servant of the king. I was tasked with escorting the princess.”

“Princess…? Wait, more importantly—where is this place?”

Dragos hesitated. “I beg your pardon, but what do you mean?”

“…What continent is this?”

After nine years in the game, she had memorized every location. If this was part of Ragnarok, she would recognize it.

But Dragos looked puzzled. “Why, the Demon Continent, of course. It is the only land where we demons may walk.”

“Demon Continent…”

It was a map the developers had planned but scrapped long ago.

Lucy turned back to her reflection. The pale, doll-like girl stared at her.

The old man quite clearly addressed her as ‘princess’ just now.

“You called me princess, didn’t you? which means..”

She recalled the phrase that appeared just before she was teleported.

[Lord Satan, the ruler of the Demon World, has finally reunited with his long-lost daughter, Lady Lucy.]

The only daughter of Satan.