MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Self-Control
Following the neighing of horses, a group of riders came through the forest and into the valley below.

With swords in hand, they slashed through the army of the Blackhearts, and galloped through the barrier as if it were made out of air.

While the Blackhearts were unable to cross the barrier, the same didn’t apply to the players.

A golden-cloaked man led the riders, eyeing the ongoing battle with a sharp gaze.

Feeling his gaze and seeing their strongest members die, the Shattered Shields lost their fighting spirit and slowly lowered their weapons, awkwardly looking around them and seeing the unhappy gazes of everyone around them.

The other mercenaries were pretty much done with dealing with the Blackhearts, but they also suffered some losses.

“Mikael,” Kory rubbed his back and awkwardly smiled. “I would bow, but my back is not feeling too great right now.”

Mikael removed his helmet—he was a blond-haired man with ocean-blue eyes and foreign features. He was very handsome, like a prince knight from a fairytale, and had a glorious sword hanging from his belt.

He slowly left the saddle of his horse and approached the Shattered Shields with one hand in the sword hilt.

“What happened in here?”

Kory humbly smiled and explained everything, from Amella to the possible motive of the Shattered Shields attack and the consequences of that.

Without the Shattered Shields, they could’ve survived through this without as many casualties.

“I-It’s my fault,” A member of the Shattered Shields kneeled in front of Mikael, fear on his face. “It’s all my fault…”

He was the tank that abandoned his post to help his friends—again, he chose to sacrifice himself because he knew that if the fault was put on every member of the Shattered Shields, they would all die.

“You’re taking the responsibility?” Mikael asked to be sure.

“Y-yes.”

“Very well.”

Mikael, with one hand, drew his sword.

As soon as the mercenaries saw the sword, they almost salivated. It was one of the rarest swords in the entire world.

The Sword of the Morning Sun—it was a Mythical-ranked sword.

Its hilt was gold and white with engravings of sun motifs. The blade was white and gleaming, crafted from the finest celestial steel.

The kneeling person lowered his head, closed his eyes, and prepared to meet his fate.

“In the name of King Moriarty, the Ruler of the Originals and the First Men, I hereby sentence you to death.”

His friends watched tight-lipped, not daring to say a word, or they would face the same fate.

Mikael swung his sword down—the swing looked perfect, graceful, and final—the white blade cut through the man’s neck cleanly and efficiently.

The man’s head rolled on the ground and came to a quick stop.

This death had an honor—it was an honor to get executed by the Sword of the Morning Sun.

After the execution was done, the rest of the Shattered Shields were cuffed and taken away—they would be judged and most likely thrown into the Black Keep.

While they were dragged away, they begged not to be thrown into the Black Keep, knowing that it wasn’t any better than dying.

It was a horrendous, terrifying place where prisoners wouldn’t get a taste of the sun or fresh air for the rest of their days.

It was often used to keep players who had done horrible deeds locked up for eternity.

There had been players who didn’t care that they were killed, respawned, and did horrible things to the Originals until they were caught and killed again.

Eventually, the Black Keep was created, and that’s where those kinds of people went.

“You aren’t possibly thinking about sending them there, are you?” Kory asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Mikael said, shaking his head. “This offense wasn’t that serious. They’re thinking that since they basically committed treason, they were going to suffer that fate. It’s not the case.”

“Where are you sending them?” Kory asked.

“Beyond the wall,” Mikael said. “They just wanted to avenge their guild master, so I allow them to keep playing this game, but just not inside the walls, ever again.”

After the incident was solved, Mikael and a couple of Imperial Order members, left the barrier and slayed the rest of the Blackhearts with ease.

As time passed, more and more mercenaries started to return to the town, shocked about what had happened there.

In the sky, the Black Sun blanked the sky in darkness for a little while longer until it slowly disappeared beyond the horizon, allowing the beautiful moon and stars to return to the sky.

A large party was held in the town of Kuroshima, celebrating the ending of the Gathering and the successful completion of the mission to prevent eternal darkness.

The news of Adam destroying the respawn crystal quickly spread throughout the town, and everyone realized that this might be the last Gathering ever.

It brought smiles, but also a somber realization.

With alcohol in their veins, fights ensued, some ending in friendly terms and others not so much. It was a chaotic and emotional night that would be etched into their memories forever.

Adam sat on a porch swing, drinking and enjoying the cool night air on his hair and face.

‘I really need to cut my hair.’ Adam thought as it continued to go in the way of his eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink, deciding to wait until everything settled down to finally get a haircut.

“Yo, why are you sitting here alone?” Zahn asked as he came from inside with a new drink in hand.

He was about to return to the party, held near the bonfire, but then saw their little genius sitting in the swing, all alone.

“Thinking, reminiscing.” Adam said and took a sip.

During these peaceful, cool nights, he couldn’t help but remember his past life and all the mistakes he had made along the way.

Zahn raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was talking like an old man at such a young age.

Before he could ask, Zahn took another sip of his drink and chuckled, realizing that maybe he was just growing wiser beyond his years.

“Fine, I suppose, but this is a good chance to make connections and new friends. Who knows, you might need it in the future.”

With that, Zahn returned to the party, completely drunk and almost unable to walk straight.

Adam looked at the drink in hand, feeling like it had lost its taste, and put it away.

‘Alice and others must’ve already returned from New Paradise. If not today, maybe tomorrow, so maybe I should visit the real world for a moment…’

As he thought that, the swing moved slightly as a person sat beside him, and a thick stench of alcohol hit his nose.

Adam turned around, and immediately a hostile gaze appeared in his eyes, but he quickly masked it and looked indifferent like ice.

“This must be our first time meeting,” Calamity said with a grin and offered a handshake. “Name’s Calamity; I was S-ranker before you.”

“Adam.” Adam said indifferently and shook the hand.

“Not very warm, are you?” Calamity said with a chuckle. “Introvert? You remind me of Arkham, who has the emotional range of a wood plank. I honestly can’t imagine him being the sibling of someone as beautiful as Sapphira. A weird world we are living in.”

Adam couldn’t care less about his drunken ramblings. He wanted to shove his sword through his throat, but even when he was drunk, he would still be able to destroy him with ease.

It took all of his self-control to keep his emotions in check.