MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 263: I Have Standards



The cage with chained people inside was lowered to the ground, right next to other cages. The cold chill of the night sent immediate shivers down their spines, and they wondered whether they would even survive through the night.

"Y'all will be sent to the mines tomorrow morning." The rider said. "Those who the King doesn't seem fit to be there will be executed."

"How does it feel to betray your own race?" A sharp-tongued man asked.

"It was either that or become a slave like you." The rider said with a scoff. "I clearly chose correctly."

"I guess the weight of money in your pockets covers for your lack of heart." A dirty-faced woman called out.

"I'd rather have weight in my pockets than chains on my wrists." The rider said. "You should be happy that you are malnourished; it took flesh off your important parts because you could've been sent to the crimson castle to serve our new ruler."

"Tch, I wouldn't mind getting close to him so I can kill him!" The dirty-faced woman shouted.

"Foolish," the rider shook his head. "He will know your intent to harm him way before you do. That's his power, and you can't reach him, let alone attempt a kill on him."

A silence fell on the people in the cages.

The rider just scoffed and headed to the drinking tent. He felt quite parched from the long journey, and wanted to quench his thirst before maybe having some alone time with one of the female slaves.

While he'd been guilt tripped by other Originals for a long time now, he didn't think he chose incorrectly.

He was making more money than in his wildest dreams. He was above commonborn folk in every possible aspect, and he had access to all the luxuries he could ever desire.

'They're just jealous. If they were in my shoes, they would've chosen the same path!'

While believing that to be the case, he pushed open the flap of the tent and entered into the lavish party that awaited him.

By the slave cages, the people felt a multitude of emotions, mostly pain and sorrow.

While they all believe that there was evil in the world, such as Fakhir, they never expected one of them to betray them.

The rider was like them, just an ordinary commonborn in Sevenfold, but because of his occupation as carriage driver, Fakhir thought that he could use him to deliver some goods, so The offered him a job.

It was an extremely well-paid job, but he would abandon his soul in the process.

In the end, the rider accepted the offer and became the delivery man for Fakhir, delivering everything from slaves to illicit drugs across the land.

"How'd all of you end up in here?" A person in the neighboring cage asked.

He had a habit of talking with new slaves, knowing what they did and how things were going on back home.

"We tried to harvest the moon food."

"Ah..." the person in the neighboring cage responded knowingly. "How's the things in Sevenfold? The same as a month ago?"

"Worse," the old man said. "Everyone outside the crimson castle is starving."

"Is this the end of our race?" The person thought aloud with a heavy sigh. "Destined to be miners till our bones crack, and even then, we'll still be expected to work."

It made every other slave silent.

They knew that their new ruler cared about them less than about an ant, but they still hoped that they would have their uses so that they were allowed to live, but it looked like their hopes were in vain.

"I hate the ruler with passion!" The angry-sounding man shouted. "I just need to get in the same room as him, and I'll make sure he regrets the day he was born!"

"Didn't you hear the rider? He will know if you have any intention to harm him." The person said. "Also, you can't kill him in a frontal fight. He decimated our army single-handedly."

"I don't mind if I die, but as long as he dies with me!" The angry-sounding man said. "He might underestimate me!"

"Sigh..." the old man shook his head.

At that moment, someone landed on top of the cage.

The slaves looked up in surprise and saw a very tall young man looking at them with his navy- blue eyes wide open.

"Who is this ruler you're speaking of?" Adam asked curiously. "I'd like to know."

"W-who are you?!"

The slaves huddled closer to the corners and looked at the young man in fear.

If he were a slaver and he heard about their blatantly disrespectful talk about the ruler, he might execute all of them!

"Oh, I am not with them." Adam pointed around the slave camp and said, "I am just a traveler passing by."

"Young man, you chose a terrible place to come to." The old man said. "You should leave before you're discovered, otherwise you'll end up in chains like us!"

"No one will put me in chains." Adam stated confidently.

At that moment, an alarm bell reverberated across the slave camp, and the tents immediately opened. Some slavers picked up their closest weapons and left their tents only half-dressed.

From the head tent, Fakhir stepped out with his very own battleaxe in hand and looked around with a wicked look.

"Oh no, they discovered you!" The old man shouted. "You should go now!"

However, Adam didn't move an inch and watched as the slavers headed in their way and soon surrounded the cages with their menacing weapons drawn.

The slaves paled.

Fakhir pushed through his men and looked straight at the young man.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know where you are?!"

"A slave camp," Adam said. "And my name's Adam Palestar."

"You came here willingly?" Fakhir frowned. "You're looking for a job or something?"

"Haha." Adam laughed and waved his hand. "Why the fuck would I want to be a piece of shit slaver? Please, I have actual standards."

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The slaves gasped as they hadn't heard anyone talk this way towards Fakhir.

With such language spoken, once Adam becomes a slave, he wouldn't be just thrown into mines-he might be outright killed instead!

"Haha, I see now." Fakhir pointed his battleaxe at him. "You came here to rescue the slaves, but we discovered you. Thus, all you have left is your sharp tongue to keep your dignity, but don't worry, after I am done with you, you'll be my very own dog."

"Is that so?" Adam chuckled.

"It is so." Fakhir said and waved his other hand. "Men, capture him!"

As the slavers took a single step, Adam's eyes turned cold, and the pressure landed on the shoulders of every slaver, feeling like a heavy weight pressing down on them.

The slaves looked in shock as every slaver just stopped moving and was sweating heavily. They didn't feel the heavy pressure, as Adam didn't use it on them.

"Grr..." Fakhir gritted his teeth and felt like his eyeballs were about to burst out of his skull. 'W-w-what the hell is this? T-this reminds me of something... this reminds me of him!'

At that moment, he realized he had fucked up.

'A-another player...' Fakhir's legs turned weak, and he stumbled to the ground in fear.

It was a shocking sight to the slaves, as he was always acting as high and mighty, but now he

was on the ground, kneeling in front of a higher power.

From Adam's back, eight-petaled wings sprouted out and filled the surroundings with a beautiful red and orange glow that enveloped the slaves in warmth and comfort.

It felt like it was morning, the sun shining over the horizon.

The old man looked at him in amazement and spoke. "Winged Angel has come to save us!"