MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 325: New World Order



The tavern's flapping door opened with a creak as a young man stepped inside, casting a long shadow across the worn wooden floor.

At the bar counter, Digby was enjoying a strong whiskey drink. He was all alone.

The tavern wasn't officially even open, as Zephyr needed for the mercenaries to stay sober during the war.

"So, this is where you went?" Adam took a seat by him.

"Yeah, I felt like I needed a drink." Digby softly sipped down the strong whiskey. "It is not every day you get news about someone betraying humanity."

"Yeah." Adam nodded heavily.

"So, to what conclusion did the high and lofty council come?"

"They'll make a move on Moriarty at the next dawning morning." Adam said. "The real world will also hear about his betrayal."

"Oh?" Digby took another sip. "He's not getting out of this one."

"You wanted to talk to me about something?" Adam said. "What is it?"

Digby put the glass down and looked at him. "What do you think about becoming guild master yourself?"

"Guild master?" Adam frowned and remembered the days of him being the guild master of Platinum Mercenaries.

While he enjoyed it, it was also quite stressful.

After all, everyone counting on you to make the right decisions and keep the guild running smoothly was very challenging.

"I'll tell it to you straight." Digby said. "I have a few years left. I am past my prime. You, on the other hand, have already surpassed me. You're the best candidate to be the new Crimson Hound guild master.

"With you at the front, we would also be officially tier 1 guild."

"I see." Adam grabbed his glass cup. "May I?"

"Go for it." Digby waved his hand.

Adam raised the glass cup and swallowed the rest of the whiskey.

"Alright." He said, and put the glass cup back down. "I'll accept."

"Heh," Digby bowed his head down. "Guild master, I am at your service."

'It has been so hectic that I've already forgotten about my revenge,' Adam thought. 'Amelia. What to do with her. I feel like just putting a sword through her heart, but that feels anticlimatic.

'Nikholas is somewhere in the New World, acting as Dying Star's foot soldier.

'Lisa and Liam are a few years short of joining this game. Maybe I could hurry them up somehow? I can find out where they live and maybe tempt them into joining the game.

'However, I've already ordered the tutorial to be on pause, but I can still make it so that when it is unpaused, they can immediately join the tutorial.

'I already know how to have my revenge on Liam and Lisa. Yes, I could start with them.'

...

The night fell over the real world, and as families gathered at the dining table to have their dinner, the news started playing on nearby television.

It was quite common occurrence for many of the families to watch the news while enjoying their dinner.

However, today, a shocking piece of news played on the television.

The recording of King Moriarty's deeds was leaked to the public. It was cut quite short, amounting to about a minute of feed, but it only included the most important parts.

"Konrad Moriarty, wasn't he that King of Mortal Online?" A woman in her late forties said. "Yes, I've heard of him." The dad of the family said. "He is very famous. I've seen him starring in some movies as well."

"No way!" The daughter of the family looked shocked. "He is a traitor? I wanted to become mercenary just for him!"

The similar scenes happened in millions of different households. Moriarty wasn't only popular in Mortal Online, but he was known worldwide!

Shock! Disbelief! Anger!

After the news was over, people were angry at him. To many of them, betraying humanity was the worst kind of offense a person could do!

Even though it happened inside a game. He had crossed a line that many believed should never be crossed.

The most angriest kind was all the mercenaries, whoever happened to be watching the news. They were raging, punching their walls, and shouting at the television.

The man they thought was the embodiment of the best that humanity had to offer ended up being a filthy traitor!

...

The morning started dawning.

Castle Rock's tall, black walls glistened in the early light, casting a shadow over the town below.

At that moment, six shadows moved through the air, moving towards Castle Rock. Those shadows moved over the tall walls and headed straight to the castle.

CRASH!

They crashed through Castle Rock's tall windows and landed inside the grand throne room.

By the throne room, a high-end rock throne stood over, and on the throne, a handsome gold- blond man was sitting, looking directly at them with a smirk.

"Unexpected visitors." King Moriarty said, and crossed his long, muscular legs. "May I ask why you came unannounced?"

"Stop with your games, traitor!" Ambrose shouted with a cutlass sword in hand. "Show your true self, and get rid of this clone!"

"Hahaha!"

A laughter echoed from behind the curtains.

The King Moriarty, who was sitting on the rocky throne, disappeared like the fading sunlight.

Clitter, clitter, clitter!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Strange tapping footsteps echoed throughout the throne room, and then, from behind the curtain, a slithering man revealed himself.

Its disgusting, centipede legs dragged across the stone floor as it approached the throne.

"You're truly now looking like you're supposed to." Ambrose said with a ridiculing laugh. "You look like the traitor of humanity is supposed to look like!"

"Traitor of the humanity?" King Moriarty laughed. "That's what people call me these days? Please tell me, how did all of you find out?"

"Adam," Alistair said. "Unfortunately for you, he made out of the world of mist and recorded everything that transpired inside the auditorium!"

"I see." King Moriarty's eyes turned cold. "If only that moron had killed him like he was

supposed to!"

"Your reign of evil is over." Bartholomew pointed his battle axe at the disgusting creature.

"Surrender!"

"Surrender? Why?" King Moriarty laughed maniacally. "I have already won!"

The six guild masters lunged forward, and King Moriarty's laughter never ended as they surrounded him with their weapons drawn.

"The new world order is upon us!"

King Moriarty shouted and summoned six of his strongest clones, who immediately drew

their weapons and blocked the guild masters' attacks with ease.

"Isn't Pro-Strong order all about the strongest ruling and the weakest obeying? Well, news

flash, humans aren't the strongest!

"Thus, humanity's only role in the new world order is to serve as the subjects!"