MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 192: Creator's Orders



Boom, boom, boom!

Explosions rang throughout the sky above the forest.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Currently in the Eldertree Institute, watching from a window of the highest floor, Mr. Caretaker had a look of worry in his face.

The door behind him then opened, and Bertha, still half-awake, walked over to him and looked out of the window towards the forest.

"Is that Renard fighting?" Bertha asked.

She wondered where he went as he was supposed to come to the bed, but then he apparently had a meeting, and he ended up never returning.

"Yes." Mr. Caretaker said. "However, I don't know who he is fighting."

It rumbled above the dark clouds so loudly that even the windows shook, and the lightning illuminated the room in sporadic bursts.

"His opponent feels familiar." Bertha said.

She wasn't that good with Kiryoku, but she could tell that the person's aura felt familiar.

"Hmm..." Mr. Caretaker frowned.

...

Adam flew backwards through the layer of the dark clouds and was consumed by the raging storm.

The wings carried him through the tempest, and he arrived above the clouds, his face bloodied like someone had spilled paint all over his face.

The armor was cracked from the chest because of the lightning bolt attack. Its durability had already decreased by over half.

Then, Renard blasted through the dark clouds with a large grin on his face and smashed his fist into the chest armor.

Crack!

The armor and the ribcage cracked on impact, and Adam was again forced to fly backwards with blood flying out of his mouth.

It was starting to get hard for him to breathe.

The wings spread and stopped his momentum in the air.

"Argh..." Adam coughed in pain. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

The health bar was blinking in red as he had lost more than ninety percent of his total health. Crackle!

With lightning bolt in hand, Renard appeared above him like a deity and then smashed the lightning down upon Adam, engulfing him in the sea of the silver lightning.

"Argh!" Adam cried out in pain as his body convulsed from the shock.

His health bar dropped even further.

With his quick hands, he gulped down two flasks of the Rising Moon and then whispered Minor Healing under his breath.

It had some effect, but a few more of those attacks would bring him back to the brink of death. "Heal yourself more; I don't care." Renard said with a grin. "I'll just hurt you more!" Adam's eyes widened in shock.

Then, with speed that surpassed his own, Renard appeared in front of him and smashed his fist through the armor like it was made out of some second-grade material. CRACK!

The armor shattered as it reached zero durability.

And like that, the armor Adam spent a sizeable sum of money on was completely destroyed.

It couldn't handle three hits from Renard.

Without the armor as protection anymore, Adam fell back to the ground and smashed through the weakened ground beneath him.

He fell into dark depths below.

...

"Hey, Terry." Ryan knocked twice on the gym door. "What're you doing here?"

"Oh, Ryan." Terry, surprised to see him, put the lifts back into place with a loud clang. "Late night training, why're you here?"

"I also thought about lifting some weights." Ryan said and approached him while rubbing his shoulders. "I didn't feel like sleeping."

"Really?" Terry raised an eyebrow. 'Weird, I thought Ryan wasn't that big of a fan of the gyms and instead liked to do sports as a hobby.'

"Adam's not with you?" Ryan asked. "He is usually doing gym with you, is he not?"

"I didn't want to wake him up." Terry said. "We need him well-rested for tomorrow, either

way."

"True that." Ryan picked up one of the dumbbells and started curling it with one arm. "Do you hear that?"

Terry raised an eyebrow and perked up his ears.

There was some faint rumbling coming from somewhere.

"Yeah, it must be storming outside; why?" Terry asked curiously and wiped his sweat with a towel.

"Each rumble is a sign that the job isn't finished yet." Ryan said and then smiled. "What a tough son of a bitch, he is."

"What're you talking about?"

"I am talking about Adam." Ryan shook his head with a smile. "He is fighting against that monster, yet he is still surviving, like a cockroach refusing to die."

Terry's frown deepened, and he slowly rose from his seat.

"What're you saying?" he asked with a frown. "Adam is fighting? Against who?"

"Against Renard, of course." Ryan turned to him with a grin and dropped the dumbbell with a loud clang. "I should've killed Adam five months ago when I still had a chance, but he has

grown too much, so I had to make someone else do it for me."

"What're you saying?" Terry asked, his eyes wide with shock. "What have you done?"

"It's just you and Adam left." Ryan said with a smile.

"You killed Roberto and Glenn?" Terry asked, his hands clenching into tight fists.

"A part of me did, yes." Ryan said with a smirk. "Look behind you."

Terry spun his head around, and to his surprise, there was a masked figure in all-black standing with a large knife in hand.

"Who the hell?" Terry flinched and retreated away from him.

"A friend of mine." Ryan approached Terry from the back and grabbed him by the shoulder. "I

am the killer, you see. I killed those people while back; now I killed Brady, Roberto, and

Glenn."

Terry's eyes widened in shock.

"You must be wondering how I didn't get caught." Ryan smirked and pointed at the masked figure. "Take off the mask, my friend."

The masked figure removed his ordinary ski mask, and a face that was completely identical

with Ryan appeared.

"A same face..." Terry whispered.

"I've had to be on two places at the same time to do some murders and that's exactly what I did." Ryan grinned. "I made a clone of myself."

"How?" Terry asked in shock. "You haven't taken the tutorial, so how? Isn't this a skill of

some kind?"

"It's indeed a skill." Ryan said with a smile. "How did I make a clone? It's quite interesting, actually. Too bad you're too dead to know."

Terry reflexively elbowed him in the chest and escaped from him, but then the large knife came from behind him, piercing through his back, slightly below the shoulder blade. "Ngh..." Ryan touched his painful chest with a grin. "No one is here to save you anymore. You were lucky with the Culling, weren't you? Let's see if you're lucky enough to survive us." Terry forcefully pushed the knife out of his bad and retreated further back, his back colliding

with the back wall.

With a single stab, his health was reduced nearly fifty percent.

'I don't understand why he would want to kill me.' Terry thought with a pale face. 'I've never

done anything to him.'

"It's unfair, isn't it?" Ryan asked as he and his second-self approached him. "Why you? You must be thinking. It's not your fault, it's Adam's fault."

"What're you talking about?" Terry asked.

"I was given a glorious mission." Ryan said. "From my creator, to kill those that may seem like a problem in the future. If you had stayed as your pathetic self from five months ago, you

would have been spared."

"Unfortunately, Adam had to reveal your hidden talent." The second Ryan said. "You might not feel like it, but you're indeed a genius. A genius in disguise."

"That's why you killed them as well?" Terry asked with a painful expression.

"That's right." Ryan said. "I am here to cull the talented. It was my creator's orders, and I

must obey them."

'His creator's?' Terry asked with a frown. 'Something sinister is at play here!'