A new world, a new opportunity, a new life. When Momonga's younger brother, Falkor, joined Yggdrasil twelve years ago, this was definitely not what he thought would happen on the popular DMMORPG's closing day. But he's never one to be stuck on the smaller aspects of life, such as the how's and why's. Now stuck as his in-game avatar, a menacing, blood-red, bipedal dragonoid, what will Falkor do when separated from his overprotective brother in an unknown world with his own fortress and servants? ~~~~~~~ "This world!" the dragon roared to the masses of monsters beneath him, "Is but a mere imitation of the one we used to live in!" he spat, disgust coloring his voice. "These people, only ants to be crushed underfoot in our rise to the top!" He stepped forward, wings flaring and molten-gold eyes burning brightly, "We will trample these incompetent fools! These people, of this new world, shall face true terror! We will rain the black flames of hell onto their cities, and burn their kingdoms to ash!" he roared out, the cheering of all below shaking the earth and heavens alike. That day, a legend is born, or more accurately, a nightmare.