MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 315: One Down



Red Thread, Orphanage.

At the bedroom with dozens of beds, young men and women were lying on their own beds, some browsing through phones, and some were on their laptops.

They were either watching some videos, live streams, or checking out Mortal Online's forums. "She is still there?" The Third Brother walked past one empty bed. "That's worrisome."

"Master said she will be fine," the Fourth Sister said while she was on her phone. "First Brother, how does it feel to be separated from her? You're close like real siblings!"

The First Brother didn't answer to her. He was on his bed, which was right beside the First Sister's bed, and he was busy reading his book.

However, after hearing her question, he looked at the empty bed and frowned.

The mission should've been brief and over already, but it didn't seem like she was coming back anytime soon.

It made some of the sisters and brothers worried.

"Anyway, we should trust Alistair," the Tenth Brother said. "She'll be back soon; just watch."

...

"Alright, tenth round." Adelram smiled. "It looks like certain someone is about to be the first loser~"

When his gaze landed on the First Sister, she had a massive chill.

"Throw your marbles!"

They rolled their marbles across the table.

"5," Adelram said.

"6," Gabriel said.

"14," Kol said.

"1," Pandora said.

"14," Adam said.

"19..." The First Sister looked back at Pandora with a look that could kill. "I'll attack Pandora!"

Pandora smirked and whispered under her breath. "Whore."

Without having to say a word, both women rolled their marbles across the table. They clashed right in the middle of the table, and numbers immediately appeared.

"19!" Pandora shouted.

"13!" The First Sister, as soon as she said her number, she also let out a breath of relief.

She was almost resigned to defeat as soon as she heard Pandora's score, but luckily, as long as she got above 10 as attacker, the victory was guaranteed!

Crack!

Pandora's marble cracked the second time.

She was also only one away from losing!

"Eleventh round!" Adelram didn't waste time starting another round, and everyone rolled their marbles to the center of the table.

"18!" Adelram shouted.

"19!" Kol smiled.

"4," Pandora rolled her eyes.

"5," Gabriel pouted.

"4," the First Sister frowned.

"19!" Adam shouted.

It was a shocking shout. Everyone turned to Adam in surprise.

Everyone expected Kol to have an easy victory, but surprisingly enough, there was going to be two attackers!

Warlords versus Humans!

"I'll attack this human girl!" Kol immediately announced.

'Don't fear...' the First Sister looked at her blood-red marble. 'Please give me luck!'

"I'll attack Pandora!" Adam shouted.

He was going for one of the warlords!

It was something he had to do.

If the First Sister survived, there would only be three warlords left. It was only going to be three versus two, which was much more manageable.

However, if she happened to die and Adam still got rid of Pandora, it would be three versus one, which would be horrible but not as bad as four versus one.

Four versus one would definitely be the end of him.

Kol and the First Sister rolled their marbles.

They came to a contact at the center of the table.

"6!" Kol shouted.

"15!" The First Sister screamed in excitement.

She had never sounded so excited before.

Crack!

At last, Kol's marble cracked for the first time. His advantage crumbled.

With this, Adam had the best advantage over everyone, as his marble only had one crack, and he still had his skip left!

At that moment, Adam and Pandora exchanged glances. Without further ado, both rolled their marbles to the center of the table.

There they clashed.

Numbers appeared.

"14..." Pandora narrowed her eyes.

Adam looked at his number and smiled. "15."

Crack... CRACK!

With that, Pandora's marble shattered to pieces, and an invisible spear stabbed through her

chest and impaled through her heart.

With that, she died!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

In the eyes of Adam and the First Sister, the scene looked absolutely impossible.

A warlord died in front of them!

When they looked at their marbles, they wondered who created them as they were able to kill

the warlord like it was nothing!

However, in that moment, Pandora opened her eyes again, and she sighed. "30 lives left..."

It was three versus two!

'Good!' The First Sister smiled. 'This is looking way better now!'

"Twelfth round!" Adelram announced, and thus, everyone rolled their marbles to the center

of the table.

With a click, every marble came to a stop, and numbers appeared inside all of them.

"15!" Adelram shouted.

"19!" Gabriel laughed.

"15." Kol frowned.

"16..." The First Sister gritted her teeth.

"10." Adam frowned.

The eyes landed on Gabriel.

"Haha!" Gabriel turned to the First Sister and grinned. "Ready to meet your maker?!"

The First Sister paled.

Adam frowned and leaned on the table with a smirk. "By the way, Gabriel, your snow globe was fucking horrible. I've seen better craftsmanship from a blind toddler!"

Crack! Gabriel grinded his teeth together, which made them crack. "What did you say, human?!"

"You heard me!" Adam shouted. "I said it was fucking horrible!"

"Alright, good, good!" Gabriel grinned. "I'll attack you, Adam!" 'Simpleton.' Adam grabbed his marble and kept ridiculing him with his smirk.

'He did that for me...' the First Sister put her hands together. 'Please, Lord, help him.'

Gabriel threw the marble at Adam. It looked like he was going to kill him with the marble. It

was also moving with the speed of a real bullet!

Adam also threw his marble and made it crash into Gabriel's marble. Both landed on the table

and came to an instant stop.

"13," Adam said.

"17!" Gabriel laughed. "That's what you get, fool!"

Crack... for the second time, Adam's marble cracked.

'No!' The First Sister gasped, watching in horror.

This pretty much meant that if the First Sister was at Adam's place, she would've died!

'Our combined lives are two. Theirs are six. This will be an uphill battle.' Adam thought to himself as it looked like this was a battle they were unlikely to win.