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

[Server Closure Notice]

Thank you for loving ‘Ragnarok Online’ so far. The game that has been with users for the past 9 years will end on September 27, 2032.

1. Today is September 27, 2032.

It is the day when the eventful history of Ragnarok (virtual reality game) comes to an end.

Siwoo glanced at the field in front of him and sighed as if the ground was about to collapse.

In the central square that should have been filled with players, no other users were visible except for himself.

It may have been a natural sight for a game that was about to close its servers, but that fact made Siwoo even more bitter.

Perhaps it was because the love he had poured into it was so special.

It didn’t come easily to him, that everything he had put in so far would disappear.

Absolutely not.

(Lv100.)
Class: Illusionist.
Alias: Demon King of Illusion.

<7th place in PVP overall ranking>

Thanks to his once brilliant achievements, his name was mentioned in various communities and there were people who recognized him wherever he went.

Of course, his reputation was not good.

Whether it was because of the Demon King concept that he caught while being intoxicated by the atmosphere or because of the unique playful play of the illusion world, users would often call him a “Yanghak-er” or a “Gimmigrator” whenever they saw him and jeered at him.

That’s how good Siwoo was at games.

He was so good that a meme was created that said, “If you’re beating Anjinda, that’s proof that you’re under an illusion.”

However, that glory ended today.

Now, Siwoo was just Player 1 left in the ghost game.

The current time is 11:50.

There are only 10 minutes left until the server closes.

Siwoo looked around.

Finally, he teleported to the central square with the intention of chatting with other players, but sadly, he was the only player in the square.

‘Does everyone leave without any regrets?’

He regretfully opened his inventory, thinking of reminiscing.

Inside the warehouse, rare items he had collected were lined up one by one.

Looking at the items he had purchased by pouring money into them, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

“I must have poured several months’ salary into buying just this one thing…”

Each of the items he had collected contained fun memories.

Siwoo was appreciating them carefully.

Then, he belatedly discovered an item that had been left in a corner of the warehouse for a long time.

A new life package.

When used, the race and appearance will be randomly changed. (Even if the race is changed, the abilities and skills you have will be preserved.)

If used, it is a rare item that will change not only your existing race but also your appearance.

On the other hand, there is the advantage of being able to obtain a hidden class that is very rare for a normal race, but if you are not careful, you can turn into a trash mob like a goblin, so you have to be careful when using it.

“If you use it wrong, you can’t turn it back, so I didn’t use it…”

But what about now?

There are less than 10 minutes left until the end anyway, so it wouldn’t be shocking if you turned into a strange race now.

Siwoo took out the item box from his inventory and tapped it with his finger, wanting to have some last-minute fun.

Do you really want to use the item?
LYES.

Quasi-snack- A crack appeared in the box, and a dazzling light poured through the gap.

Soon, the outer surface of the box collapsed like an egg hatching, and a strange phrase appeared between them.

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

A question mark appeared above Siwoo’s head at the unfamiliar text.

The only daughter of Satan?

It was a strange class that he had never heard of or seen in the past 9 years of living in the game.

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

Before he could even have time to harbor such doubts, another phrase came to mind.

[You are immediately teleported to Helathor.]

“What?”

Peek- In the blink of an eye, his vision darkened.

2. The pitch-black vision regained light.

The first thing he saw were trees quickly passing by outside the window, followed by a rattling noise and the sound of horse hooves.

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

As soon as she came to, she immediately checked her own image faintly reflected in the window.

What she saw was a teenage girl with long, ash-colored hair, snow-white skin, and sharp cat-like eyes.

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

The delicate voice was also unnecessarily good.

On top of that, her appearance was full of life, a perfect appearance that was hard to find in Ragnarok.

She was carefully admiring her transformed appearance when she suddenly realized that someone was sitting across from her.

“You’re awake, Lucy.”

The person sitting across from her was an old man with white hair wearing dignified noble clothing.

He was smiling brightly at her, who had just woken up.

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

The situation was not right for that.

What kind of developer would hold an emergency event 10 minutes before the server shutdown?

In amazement, she stroked her chin with her pure white hand like bracken.

The old man, who was looking at the girl with such concern, took on a worried attitude.

“Do you have any concerns?”

“No, it’s nothing… What..?”

The old man’s attitude was a bit strange.

It was an autonomous system that could not be found in existing NPCs, where he would naturally talk to the user after observing their actions.

That wasn’t the only strange thing.

Every time he spoke, his eyes would blink and his facial expressions would change; no matter how you looked at him, he didn’t look like an AI.

“Are you a player by any chance..?”

“What do you mean by player?”

“??”

The old man tilted his head as if he didn’t understand English, and each of his gestures gave off a sense of dissonance.

She thought she couldn’t do this anymore and tried to quickly log out.

However, ‘Hey, why isn’t the menu screen showing up..?’

No matter how many times she clapped her hands, the menu call signal didn’t come.

“Menu.. Logout.. Emergency stop.. Call for help..”

The other signals were equally dead.

The old man, who was watching from the other side, scratched his beard.

“Miss Lucy, are you uncomfortable in any way? Shall I stop the carriage for a moment?”

“What is this…”

I have no idea what is going on.

Being teleported to a strange place right before the server shuts down, NPCs I’ve never seen before acting like people, everything from start to finish was woven together into something that doesn’t make sense.

The strangeness soon turned into anxiety.

And then, all of a sudden, a thought crossed her mind.

‘No way.’

She swallowed hard and grabbed her cheek with her thumb and index finger.

The pure white skin stretched like rubber.

It hurt.

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

‘It hurts..? It hurts!?’

Originally, it was impossible to perfectly reproduce the five senses of a human, not only in ‘Ragnarok’ but also in any virtual reality of the present era.

This is an absurd situation.

Nevertheless, the slight pain felt from her cheek tells her that everything unfolding before her eyes is real.

She swallows again.

Then she carefully looks at the old man in front of her.

“Who are you..?”

“You don’t remember because I brought you here while you were asleep. In that case, let me introduce you again.”

The old man got up from his seat and knelt on the floor, assuming the posture of a servant used when addressing a higher-ranking person.

“My name is Dragos, and I am one of the king’s loyal servants who received the order to bring the princess.”

“Princess..? No, more importantly, where is this place?”

“If you ask where… I’m sorry, but may I ask you again what you mean by that?”

“…What continent is this?”

Having enjoyed the game for 9 years, she had memorized every field, so wherever this was in the game, she would definitely know the place.

Dragos looked even more puzzled at that question.

“Of course, it’s the Demon Continent. To begin with, the only world that we Demons could set foot on was the Demon Continent.”

“Demon Continent…”

Demon Continent.

It was the name of a new map that the management had announced a long time ago, but it fell through due to a slump.

Lucy furtively looked at her own appearance reflected in the window, a girl as white as white sugar.

The old man in front of her clearly called her ‘princess’ when he saw her.

“You called me a princess, so what if I..”

The phrase she had seen before being teleported here kept flashing through her mind, and there it was clearly written: “Lord Satan, the great ruler who rules over the demon world, Lady Lucy is the only biological daughter he lost a long time ago.”

The only daughter of Satan.