MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 321: New Power



Through the ajar door, Dakota slithered back inside her room with the Recording Pearl in hand.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It was hard to call it a pearl because it was as big as basketball, but luckily enough, it was quite light to carry.

"Here!" She handed it over to Adam. "This is what you wanted, correct?"

"Yes." Adam nodded. "Do you have any idea where Rawkshawn is currently?"

"No..." Dakota shook her head. "Can't you use your insane Kiryoku to locate him?"

"He'll know that I am here if I do so." Adam scratched the back of his head. "Do you have an overall idea where he could be?"

"Hmm..." Dakota paused, deep in thought. "It must be somewhere he cannot be discovered. He doesn't want anyone to know where he is."

"Auditorium." Adam concluded. "It is always empty unless there are some lessons."

"Mmh," Dakota nodded. "That seems like a logical place for him to hide."

"You two, just keep living your life normally," Adam said. "I'll suggest stopping any new tutorial groups from coming. You can put the tutorial on a pause, can't you?"

"Yes, I do have the power to do that." Dakota said. "But the Council of Mercenaries might contact me over it."

"No need to worry. Once I am done gathering good enough evidence, I'll go visit the Council of Mercenaries myself.

"I'll tell about Moriarty's betrayal and about Rawkshawn."

Dakota and Muriel nodded.

It made them feel better after hearing Adam's words. They trusted him to handle the situation.

"Cough..."

At that moment, Adam covered his mouth with his hand and coughed a little bit of black blood.

'Fuck.'

"The sickness..." Dakota's expression looked ugly. "I had hope that only the weak will be infected, but to think that even you did..."

"It was because I was at the heart of the sickness." Adam said, and he wiped the blood off his lips.

"If the tutorial-takers received 1% of sickness' corrupting power, then since I was at the heart, I must have received 100%.

"Now, Rawkshawn is here, so y'all should also be receiving that amount, but he doesn't want that. It'll make him obvious that he is here.

"That's why he isn't using his sickness on any of y'all anymore. Not that he needs to do that either way because everyone here is weak."

"What do you mean by that?" Muriel asked.

"Rawkshawn infects others with sickness to suck away their power and to give it to himself." Adam said. "That's how he gains power."

"Because everyone here is pretty much Coinfeeders, the power they give is minimalistic."

"Yes." Adam looked at the Recording Pearl, and said, "I must go. When King Moriarty arrives here, he will definitely arrive stealthy. I must already be in the auditorium with Recording Pearl in hand to not miss a single second!"

"Be careful!" Dakota said. "And do not get caught."

"I won't." Adam's eyes narrowed.

...

Auditorium.

At the stage, Rawkshawn, in his human form, sat with his eyes closed as if he were having a nap.

At that moment, the door let out a singular creak sound.

SLAM!

Rawkshawn's eyes slammed open, and he stared straight at the door. It was closed. He then used his Kiryoku to scan every inch of the auditorium but couldn't sense anyone.

Rawkshawn let out a yawn and leaned his head on his hand as he waited for King Moriarty to arrive.

While most people would be bored out of their minds, Rawkshawn was used to waiting for anything to happen.

After all, he'd been mostly alone for thousands of years in the world of the mist.

Occassionally, he played some games with his siblings, but mostly, he was alone, sitting, and just waiting for the day of his freedom.

There was a part of him that wanted him to break through these walls and go straight to the New World—a place he'd been dreaming of going for a long time.

However, if he did that, the beings beyond the heavenly gate would definitely react to his presence.

'Wait, wait, wait, wait...'

Thus, Rawkshawn kept waiting.

The day slowly rolled past. The second day rolled past as well, and still he waited patiently.

By the ceiling, hidden behind the ceiling planks, Adam sat patiently, a cold, calculating gaze in his eyes.

The Recording Pearl had been recording Rawkshawn for two whole days.

He was pretty lucky that the ceiling wasn't one smooth, unbroken surface. It was planks, with small gaps between, enough to see below.

There were some renovations happening in the auditorium, but since it hadn't been finished yet, he had the perfect hiding spot.

The third day rolled over.

Adam was infinitely bored already and considered just letting the Recording Pearl record while he went to visit the real world.

However, when that thought came to his mind, the door of the auditorium opened.

Rawkshawn's and Adam's eyes immediately went to the door to see who entered.

A hooded man with straight, proud posture stepped through the door and closed it firmly

behind.

As soon as he was inside, he removed the hood and revealed his gold-blond hair of royalty. "Finally!" Rawkshawn's voice quaked across the auditorium.

"My bad for being late; it isn't easy for someone of my status to leave without anyone

noticing."

King Moriarty said.

'Now.' Adam moved the Recording Pearl to perfectly record the two. 'Expose yourself, fucker!'

"Do you have my reward?" King Moriarty asked as he approached the stage.

"Yes, I do, you greedy human." Rawkshawn stabbed his hand into his body and took out a

heart that was shaped like a fruit.

"This is yours, one of my three hearts."

King Moriarty took it to his hand and weighed it. "So, I'll just eat this?"

"Yes..." Rawkshawn narrowed his gaze. "It will grant the power you've so desperately

wanted."

"The power, huh." King Moriarty stared at the heart in his hand. "It will make Divine

Templar, right?"

'Divine Templar? He did all of this to become more powerful?' Adam frowned. 'High King has been the strongest any human has ever been. Now he is about to step into a territory of gods!'

'This is bad!'

King Moriarty looked at the heart, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed it whole.