MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 264: Bringer of Calamity



The eyes of the slaves reddened, and they started to feel one thing that all of them thought that they had already lost-hope.

None of them was feeling cold anymore, but warmth and comfort, like they were back in their mother's warm embrace.

It made them remember the times when they were free, the carefree days, and happy days.

Back then, no one was hungry. No one was poor. Everyone was happy. It was a feeling that they longed to experience again.

"M-mercy, oh great player!" Fakhir cried out and knelt on the ground. "W-we can work for you. T-the money we've called in the past month is all yours!"

Adam looked silently at him, but the corner of his lip lifted up as if he could hear Fakhir's current thoughts.

Fakhir thought. 'I just need to buy some time. I just need to inform him that there is another player, so he'll eliminate this threat for me. Then we can return to what we were doing before!'

One of the petals of the wing lifted Fakhir's chin so that he would stare straight into Adam's eyes.

Fakhir's eyes were wide open, a terrified look in them.

"Like I said, I have standards. You, and your men are below my standards."

"W-wait!" Fakhir cried out.

However, Adam was done listening and cut through his pleas without a second thought.

Fakhir's head rolled off his shoulders and landed on the ground.

Gasp~

This time, both slaves and slavers gasped.

One of the rulers of the underground market had died just like that!

The King of the Slavery, Fakhir, was dead so suddenly!n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The slavers had no loyalty, and as soon as their boss died, they turned around and started running away, but Adam flew after them, and with his sword in hand, he cut through them till none of them was left breathing.

Within seconds, all the slavers lay dead on the ground.

It was shocking just how easy it looked to him.

It reminded some of the slaves about the scene that happened around a year ago.

Their new ruler, single-handedly, destroyed their mightiest army, and it looked as effortless as breathing.

Now, similar sight opened up in front of them.

While it was on a much smaller scale, it looked as easy.

'Someone that can challenge the ruler has appeared!' The old man's eyes lit up in expectation.

He wasn't the only one.

Every slave looked at the winged young man with looks of hope for a better future.

With the beautiful petaled wings, Adam cut the cages open and removed the chains that were chaining the slaves down.

The slaves, weak with their legs, stumbled out of the cages and entered the chilly night air with a foreign feeling.

Some of them had already forgotten how it felt to be without chains. Some of them had already forgotten about the times of freedom.

All of them had given up on hopes of ever feeling freedom again, but now they were standing once again as free men and women of the night.

The angry-sounding man went to Fakhir's dead body and kicked it in frustration, but then the old man touched him on the shoulder and shook his head.

"That's enough. He is dead."

"Sigh..." the angry-sounding man's expression softened, and he nodded. "I hope he'll rot in hell."

"He will. He will." The old man nodded.

Some of the slaves headed to the tents to free the slaves there, where they found the slaves chained to wooden poles; some had been whipped till their backs had turned bloody, and others had marks of severe malnourishment.

As soon as they were freed, they let out tears of happiness, and after all that, they stepped outside, all looking in the direction of Adam.

"What're all of you looking at me for?" Adam asked with confusion.

"We're lost, sir angel." The old man kneeled on the ground and prayed. "Show us the path."

Adam looked at his wings and made them return to his back.

"Uh, that's the path." He pointed at one of the tents. "There's some food and drinks there, uhh, go eat?"

The old man's eyes brightened. "We shall do that!"

Without any hesitation, the slaves headed to the tent, started filling their bellies with delicious food, and got rid of their thirst by drinking refreshing beverages.

It felt like heaven to them.

After months of barely having any food and water, they enjoyed every bite and sip.

Adam pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time before pocketing it again.

'Once they've eaten, I should ask them questions.'

At that moment, a short-haired young woman wobbled out of the tent and took a seat by one of the campfire logs. She had found some cigarettes and lit one up before taking a deep drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the night air.

"You're not going to eat and drink?" Adam approached him and took a seat on the other side

of the campfire.

"I already have." She said.

With her short hair and rebellious attitude, she was still quite beautiful, and even though she was wearing some old rags, it didn't diminish her natural charm.

She didn't look as malnourished as others, and instead a healthy glow started to return to her

skin.

"You have?" Adam looked curious.

"Yes, Fakhir was feeding me." She said before taking a drag.

"Why?"

"He wanted for me to look all pretty before taking advantage of me." She said. "I felt like I

was a pig that was being fattened up for slaughter."

"Did he..." Adam didn't know how to ask it properly.

"No, thank god." She said. "Probably would've tonight if you hadn't shown up."

"What's your name?" Adam asked out of curiosity.

"Raquel," she said. "Starborn."

"Ah..." The old man came from the tent, his stomach full, and joined them in the campfire. "A

royal princess..."

"Princess?" Adam raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I am the daughter of the former King of the Sevenfold." Raquel shook his head.

"Before he arrived, that is."

"Who is this he?" Adam asked. "I heard some of you talk in the cages."

"About a year ago, a man arrived here." Raquel said. "A man unlike no other. He had godlike

powers, and he was able to decimate our armies with ease."

"A player, that's what he called himself." The old man said. "We only know him as the Bringer

of Calamity."

"Apparently he is bigshot back in the New World." Raquel said.

"You all know about the New World?" Adam asked.

"Our ancestors came from the New World." The old man said. "However, because of the constant danger from Chaosbeings, they wanted to find a safehaven for all Originals, and thus

they created Sevenfold."

"I see." Adam nodded.

"Are you player?" Raquel asked.

"I am," Adam said.

"Can you kill the Bringer of Calamity?" she asked.

"It depends how strong he is." Adam said. "If you know his actual name, I might know how

strong he is."

"We don't know. He never said it aloud." The old man said. "What if we take you to the crimson castle? You could find out more information about him there."

"Hmm, alright." Adam said. "If it's too much to chew on, I am sorry, but there won't be anything that I can do. However, I promise that I'll try to return and kill him for you all." "That's all I ask." Raquel said. "Five or ten years, it doesn't matter as long as we can get our

freedom back!"

'It sounds like this player found this place by chance and realized that everyone here is just Originals. That player became greedy and wanted to become king of this place.

'Thus, he did.

'His very own paradise.

'I wonder who this person is.'