MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online - Chapter 161

Chapter 161: New Student
Renard stood up from his high back-end chair and walked to the window, his back facing Adam.

He had always enjoyed the view of the clouds forming underneath him.

It was very therapeutic.

It made him feel like a god.

“This is my school, and I can give some extra credit to whoever I want,” he said, using the reflection on the window to look at Adam. “I care about talent.”

Adam listened with his mouth staying in a straight line.

“While other folks care about only strength, I care about talent that can lead to strength. That’s why those who show great potential get some extra perks that others don’t.”

Renard then turned around, walked over to the desk, and put his hands down on it, staring straight at Adam with his deep gaze.

“You’re what everyone in this institute should strive for, a talent that is only limited by humanity’s own limitations.

“S-ranker.

“Abandon the weak, and in a year or two, you might be standing where I am now.”

“You want to recruit me as the headmaster?” Adam asked with a frown.

Renard’s mouth opened and closed like he was laughing, but no sound came out. It was eerie and creepy.

“Maybe,” he said with a sly grin. “You’re still too green for that, though, but if you accept my faction’s guidance, I’m sure we can get you there soon enough.”

“And what is that faction?” Adam asked with a deep frown, but he already knew.

“Some may call it Pro-Strong.” Renard said. “But I don’t share the core values of that faction.”

“What do you mean by that?” Adam asked. “From what I’ve heard, Pro-Strong are nothing but slaver wannabes.”

“I always thought the slaving part was a little silly.” Renard said. “I don’t wish to make people my slaves.”

He sat down on the desk and looked at Adam with a serious expression.

“I am thinking much further.

“I’ll be honest here.

“Most Pro-Strong folks are hateful beings. They were bullied and wronged for being weak, so when they finally became strong, they returned the favor by oppressing others.

“It’s a vicious cycle that needs to be broken.

“I am a dreamer, y’see, and I want this faction to reach the top and show that strength can be used for good, not just to inflict pain.”

‘What a fucking hypocrite.’

Adam looked cold.

‘He culls the ones he deems as talentless and weak, and then preaches about using strength for good.

‘There’s nothing good about what he does. I wouldn’t be surprised if those he deems worthy are using their status to take advantage of others just like Pro-Strong folks do.

‘I am not sure whether he is just ignorant and blind. Maybe he just genuinely believes what he is doing is good, but his understanding of good is way different.’

“May I ask, but what is good?” Adam asked. “Many have different understandings of the good.”

“I don’t mind,”

Renard said with a smile.

“I’ll reveal some things about my dream.

“I do wish that the needless violence stops, such as those bloody guild wars and pointless battles over territory.

“The war is brewing on the horizon. A great guild war. I wish to stop that and the bloodshed it causes.

“A strong order is needed to keep everyone in line so they can focus their attention on more important matters, such as clearing the dungeon.

“One day, under my lead, I wish to see the dungeon conquered.

“I think the laws of the New World are way too lax. They’re allowing the conflict, but my plan is to stop all of it before it even starts to brew.

“King Moriarty, in my opinion, is a horrible king. He sits on his lofty throne, looking down at others as if they are mere pawns in his game of power.

“That’s all he cares about—about his own power.

“I wish to give power to others. One day, everyone will be strong, and there’s no more weak.”

Adam listened silently, but there was only one word that came to his mind.

‘Benevolent Tyranny.’

Knock—suddenly a knock came from the door.

“Ah.” Renard pulled out his timepiece and saw the time. “Oh, it seems I’ve kept you here long enough. Your class is about to start.”

“Oh…” Adam stood and bowed. “Thank you for your time and wisdom, sir.”

He was hiding his sarcastic tone.

Renard smiled and said, “Think about it. If you join my faction, I’ll make you reach heights that would seem impossible at first. You can be a part of fulfilling my dream.”

“I’ll think about it.” Adam said, bowed, and then left the room.

After the talk, he had a pretty good understanding of Renard’s character.

‘He is very much the same as other Pro-Strong folk. He might act like he isn’t, but he definitely is. This is not my first ride with these lunatics, and I see through him like a transparent piece of glass.’

“Your class is about to start.” Mr. Caretaker said, standing outside as he hadn’t moved an inch ever since Adam entered the office.

“Alright.” Adam nodded and took out his Floor Orb.

“Class E’s classroom.” Mr. Caretaker said and got sucked inside the orb.

“Class E’s classroom.” Adam said and watched as the orb glowed brightly before transporting him to his destination.

Again, after spinning and traveling through distances, he appeared at the front of a door in a corridor with six different doors.

Beside each door, there were signs that read “Class A,” “Class B,” “Class C,” “Class D,” “Class E,” and “Class F.”

Each door was closed, but there were voices and sounds coming from each classroom. It looked like each class was underway.

Mr. Caretaker opened the door to the Class E’s room and walked inside with his cane tapping against the floor. He went to the teacher and whispered something to him.

The teacher looked outside straight at Adam, her eyes flashing with surprise and curiosity.

“Alright.” Irene nodded at Mr. Caretaker and turned to the rest of the class with a smile. “We have a new student.”

At the front row of the class, Terry smiled from his seat, but then felt something hit the back of his head.

It was an eraser that slowly hit the ground.

Terry touched the back of his head and turned around and saw a group of students snickering and whispering with each other.

He wanted to say something, but after exchanging glances with one of them, his words got stuck in his throat and he turned back to the front.

“Coward.” Noel said with a grin after seeing Terry again do nothing.

“A new student, I wonder if it’s he or she~” Renee, a young woman beside him, asked in excitement.

Behind her, Jake said, “I hope it’s a cute girl; there’s not enough girls in our class!”

Renee rolled her eyes. “Even if there were twenty girls and you, no one would still date you.”

“Hey, who do you think I am, Terry?” Jake laughed. “Just so you know, girls love my sense of humor.”

“Weird, I don’t.” Renee turned to him with a cheeky smile.

“Because you’re not a girl.” Jake said with a playful grin and tapped his finger on her forehead, only for her to slap his hand away.

“Don’t touch me; now I have to wash my whole body.” Renee said in disgust and shuddered in a playful manner.

Irene watched as the whole class whispered between each other and then turned to the door, showed a gentle smile, and said.

“Come in.”

The whole class’s eyes landed on the front, and from the door, Adam entered the classroom and stood beside her in silence, looking around the class with a calm expression.

The other students thought that he looked rather normal.

“This is Adam, and unlike most of you, he had already done his tutorial and came from the New World to attend the Eldertree Institute.”

The students looked surprised. It would mean that Adam was quite talented and must’ve received a decent talent rank in the tutorial.

Renee raised her hand and asked. “What’s his rank?”

She was very outspoken and always spoke out her mind.

The rest of the class also wanted to know his rank.

Terry also wondered about it. He believed that he must be at least B-rank.

‘He doesn’t look strong.’ Noel thought, looking coldly at Adam. ‘He is Terry’s roommate, isn’t he not? Hmph.’

Irene wryly smiled.

She never expected to have a chance to ever teach someone of his caliber.

This was her first year of teaching at Eldertree Institute, and she got a monster as a student!

‘Why me?’ She felt like crying. ‘Am I worthy even? I am a rookie teacher!’

The students waited impatiently.

Seeing her take her time, Mr. Caretaker tapped his cane on the floor.

“His name is Adam Palestar, and he is S-ranker. He has come here to study alongside all of you, but don’t get mistaken, he is far from an amateur like some of you may be.”

Mr. Caretaker’s voice boomed across the room.

“I suggest you all learn from him and strive to reach his level.”