MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Godhood Awaits
The silence in the classroom felt almost suffocating.

The wide-eyed students stared blankly at the new student.

“Take your seat.” Mr. Caretaker said, ignoring the silence, and then left the classroom.

Adam nodded and took a seat in the front row, with Terry on his left side and a round-headed young woman on his right. The young woman glanced at Adam, shock on her eyes.

“Ahem.” Irene cleared her throat and said. “Alright, let’s continue with the lesson…”

‘S-ranker? What in the world…’ Terry side-eyed Adam discreetly.

It was a huge shock to him.

After all, since he’d been stuck in the Eldertree Insitute and couldn’t enter the New World without tutorial, he’d been reading books and had studied about the S-rankers.

They were monsters in human skin.

Now, one of them was sitting right beside him and was his roommate!

“Adam, since you don’t have your books yet, you can use your neighbor’s book meanwhile.” Irene said.

Adam nodded and moved his seat closer to Terry. “Do you mind?”

“N-no…” Terry’s voice trembled, and he showed him the hardcover book with the golden cover and embossed letters.

“Oh, the history of the New World.”

Adam remembered reading it a while back.

It was basically the most popular book of the New World as it told the tale of its creation.

However, ever since the discovery of the Old World, he wondered whether any of it was actually true.

“H-have you read it before?” Terry asked.

“Once,” Adam said.

“We’re at page 186,” Terry said.

“Hmm…” Adam turned his attention to the book.

“Many, many years ago, before the creation of the wall and the five cities, the land was very different.” Irene started reading text straight from the book.

The words painted a vivid image of times long bygone.

“With red and black soil filling the land, the Originals lived in oppression under the rule of the Tyrannical Warlords.

“There was one Tyrannical Warlord for every region, each more ruthless than the last.

“While there were only five of them, there were a thousand Originals under each of them, who suffered greatly at their hands.

“Strength, cruelty, fear, manipulation, and oppression—those were the tools of their trade, each warlord possessing one of those qualities.

“That’s why they were Tyrannical Warlords in name and purpose.”

The students listened in interest since none of them had really visited the New World.

They were very interested in that place, even if it included some stories from thousands of years ago.

“However, even their tyranny came ultimately to an end as a hero arose, a lofty hero with hair like gold and eyes like diamonds.

“He was the High King Soroman.

“With his great blade, he defeated the warlords and restored peace and prosperity to the land, becoming a legend that would be told for generations to come.

“It’s been said that the current High King of the New World, Moriarty, is his descendant. That’s a story shared among the Originals, but players doubt its truth for many reasons.”

Adam glanced between the teacher and the book.

This was one of the pages that intrigued him the most.

After all, there wasn’t much revealed about the time between that incident and the arrival of the players. Who knows what really happened after Soroman became the ruler of the New World.

At that moment, his eyes started to feel heavy, and his head suddenly slumped down as he started sleeping.

…

With crimson water crashing against the cliffs, Adam opened his eyes wide with annoyance flashing by his eyes.

“Can you stop that, seriously?” Adam asked angrily. “I am in a class!”

“I am intrigued by that history.” Alastor walked to him with a grin. “What a shitty history, aye?”

“You heard what was happening?” Adam frowned. “You said you couldn’t hear, feel, or see anything.”

“Yeah, I can’t, but I could sense some things.” Alastor said. “Like I was able to sense the demoness. That book’s whispers of history echoed in here.”

Adam rolled his eyes, not sure whether he was believing him any further. He felt like he hadn’t been truly honest about everything.

“So, is the history true about the Tyrannical Warlords and Soroman?” Adam asked.

“Half, and half.” Alastor said. “That history didn’t happen in the New World, but in the Old World.”

“Huh, really?” Adam looked surprised and then chuckled. “Funny, as that book’s name is the history of the New World.”

“Yeah, they’ve been trying to override the Old World’s history with the New World’s.”

“So, what really happened?” Adam asked.

“Tyrannical Warlords were my Satanic Angels.” Alastor said. “They ruled the Old World in my name and protected the Originals from the dangers of the Chaosbeings.”

“Oh, they weren’t oppressed?” Adam asked.

“Oppressed or not, does it really matter in the end?” Alastor asked. “Without their protection, they would’ve been food for the Chaosbeings. The Old World was no place for a weak, but that foolish brother of mine could not see that and created them anyway.”

“What was the God Almighty doing all that time?” Adam asked. “What made Him want to take the Old World away from you?”

“I am the older brother; the Old World belonged to me by birthright.” Alastor said. “However, my brother was always the kind one, and he couldn’t bear to see his creations suffer.”

‘So, they were oppressed.’ Adam rolled his eyes, not surprised in the slightest.

“He sent his own angel to the Old World. I guess he was that Soroman, which is not his real name, by the way.

“I thought he defeated the Tyrannical Warlords to take the Old World away from me, but I found out a few thousand years later that they did, in fact, not lose but instead joined forces with him.

“They betrayed me.”

“Why would they do that?” Adam asked.

“Those morons wanted to become White-Winged Angels.” Alastor said. “My warlords were Fallen Angels, y’see, as they broke rules in the Kingdom, so they were thrown into the Abyss, where they got corrupted.

“They really thought my brother would accept them back. He is kind-hearted, yes, but he is not foolish enough to allow snakes in his garden.

“In the end, that Soroman broke the deal by the orders of my brother and sealed them away, somewhere…”

‘That’s not what I expected…’ Adam took a deep breath. ‘I wonder if I am the first one among players to know the real truth…’

“Haha, and my brother changed this place.”

Alastor rose and pointed all around him—at the Old World—and said, “He made it his own.”

“So, you’re pretty much the bad guy of the story.” Adam laughed. “Should’ve guessed.”

“Yeah, I am the bad guy, the Dark God.” Alastor turned to him with a grin. “But every story needs a villain. That’s the most important character, isn’t it?”

Adam raised an eyebrow.

“I have a job for you.” Alastor said. “I don’t expect you to complete it any time soon, because you’re weak.”

“No thanks.” Adam stood up and patted the dust off his trousers. “I don’t owe you shit.”

“It’s better for us to work together.” Alastor said with a smile. “You don’t want me to trap you here, forever, now do you?”

Adam rolled his eyes and asked angrily. “What the fuck you want?”

“Kill the warlords for me.” Alastor said. “They’re sealed in the world of the mist. When you’re strong enough to travel through it, go and slay them.”

“You want me to kill some divine beings?” Adam asked with a frown.

“Yes, I do.” Alastor said. “I know you’re too weak now, but you have to become stronger in order to defeat them.”

“Much stronger…” Adam shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, sure, let me become High King real quick then.”

“High King is not enough,” Alastor said. “You must become something else entirely. You must reach the Angel status, yourself.”

‘Angel…’ Adam asked. “How many ranks are there above the High King?”

“High King is still nothing more than a mortal.” Alastor said. “Beyond that, the realm of godhood awaits.”