MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 300: Loneliest Existence



"Huff, huff!"

Lying on his back, Adam breathed heavily as his cells just finished dividing and rearranging.

The pain of that happening hadn't yet subdued, and it was crippling him.

"W-why did you do that?"

"A shortcut to power," Alastor said.

"Shortcut..." Adam groaned in pain and whispered. "Interface."

[Percent: 35%]

When he became level 30, he had 22 percent, and after learning the Thousand-Arm Monster of Armageddon, it increased to 33 percent. Thus, the cell rearranging only increased his percent by two!

"Are you sure about that?" Adam asked with a twitching eyebrow. "I didn't become any stronger."

"Of course that does not make you stronger." Alastor said. "It was preparation for your training. With this, you'll be able to sponge the things I am about to teach you much quicker..."

"Alright..." Adam sat up with a great struggle and took out three scrolls. "I've got these scrolls... I want to learn these, but in ordinary circumstances, it would take me months."

"You will learn them." Alastor pulled out his pocket watch and said. "We'll start your training in an hour."

"In hour? Why?" Adam asked. "We don't have time to waste. What if Rawkshawn decides impulsively to kill me? I am currently defenseless."

"If I start training you now, after the cell rearrangement, you will die." Alastor said. "Your new cells need to get accustomed to your body first."

"Sigh, fine..." Adam put the scrolls back in his inventory and asked. "Can you tell me more about the other warlords? They're also out there, are they not?"

"What do you want to know?" Alastor asked as he looked down below to the basement.

The chained people below hadn't moved since they came here. It didn't seem like any of them were alive.

"Anything really," Adam said.

"Hmm," Alastor murmured. "After Rawkshawn, the next sealed person should be Gabriel." "Gabriel..."

"The world of mist is a bunch of layers." Alastor put his hand forward, and on the top of his palm, the crude layout of the world of mist appeared.

It had five layers, the stairs leading up through the mist to another layer.

"The weakest will be sealed on the bottom, and the strongest on top. That's called Sealing of the Five Realms. It's a sacred sealing technique that they must've used to seal the warlords. "It's very powerful sealing magic.

"At the first layer is Rawkshawn. The second layer is where they must've sealed Gabriel." "Because he is second weakest?" Adam asked.

"Yes." Alastor nodded. "However, you cannot describe any of them with a word 'weak.' If they want to, any of them could decimate the New World."

"Tell me more about Gabriel."

"Him..." Alastor scratched the back of his head. "A loneliest existence."

'Loneliest?'

"Since he was born in the heavenly kingdom of the God Almighty, he'd always been alone." Alastor started with.

"He was a son of concubine, and his father happened to be the most lecherous man in all nine heavens, the God of Debauchery and Lust.

"Thus, it was obvious he was never going to have any sort of fatherly love in his face. Also, his mother abandoned him. shortly after his birth, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that showed him no mercy.

"In a world of gods, he has been alone since he was a baby. No one was there to help him. Thus, he had to feed himself and find shelter.

"A baby, surviving on his own. Even though he is Demi-God, not a single soul believed that he would survive through one winter, let alone make it to adulthood.

"Yet, there was something about him. A desire to survive that was stronger than the weakness of his baby body.

"Survived, he did, and stronger he became. When he reached adulthood, he had an opportunity to become a White-Winged Angel.

"A high honor.

"Through countless trials, in the end, he became a White-Winged Angel, a servant of God Almighty!

"With that status, he was already higher-ranked than some of the gods. He had higher status than even his father!n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Thus, he believed that his father would finally show some love to him. Thus, he went to meet him and introduced himself as his son.

"Yet, there was zero love in his father's eyes. His father's cold indifference shattered his heart into a million pieces.

"However, he still believed that someday his father would come around and show him the love he craved.

"But, when he asked where his mother was, as he also came to see her, the God of Debauchery and Lust said, 'Your mother? She turned old and ugly; thus, I got rid of her.' "Hearing that, Gabriel turned angry. He asked, 'What do you mean getting rid of her?' The God just laughed and ignored the question altogether, amused by Gabriel's innocency.

"When he didn't get his answer, Gabriel punched God in the face. Touching a god was considered a grave offense in the heavens.

"Angered, the God attacked him. Yet Gabriel, through years of suffering and pain, overwhelmed his father. Bang, bang, bang. The fists broke through his father's face and

eventually killed him.

"Gabriel had killed his father, God of Debauchery and Lust.

"When God Almighty found out, he was angry. Thus, he took away Gabriel's white wings and his power. The white wings gave him a power beyond that of Exalted Lord, a power that allowed him to go head to head with the gods.

"After getting his powers taken away from him, God Almighty exiled him from the heavenly kingdom and sent him down to the mortal world!"

Alastor took a deep breath and continued.

"I found out about him. I thought he showed great potential. Thus, I tempted him with power and to fill the hole of loneliness that was plaguing him.

"Using his weakness against him, I made him my very own Satanic Angel. He became one of

the Tyrannical Warlords

"The Empty Warlord, Archangel of Loneliness and Emptiness."

"Damn..." Adam said. "I kind of feel bad for him."

"Well, don't." Alastor said. "Sure, his tale was tragic, but he is not a good man. He'd been trying to fill the gaping hole of loneliness, but he just can't. I'll show you something."

With a wave of his hand, they disappeared from the rock castle, traversed across the Old World's crude landscape, and appeared in the basement of another castle.

This castle was simpler, and all of its hallways were empty. There were no paintings, vases, or

anything that would make it homely.

The whole castle seemed very lonely.

After getting rid of the dizziness of sudden travel, Adam looked around the basement and was surprised at what he was seeing.

There were shelves, many of them filled with snow globes, seemingly thousands of them. Maybe even tens of thousands.

The snow globes were beautiful. It was clear that whoever made them took a lot of time and

care with each one.

Alastor walked to one of the shelves and picked up one of the snow globes. "What do you

see?"

Adam looked inside the snow globe. "The snow falling on top of a city?"

Inside the snow globe, there was a Christmas cityscape with twinkling lights and a giant tree

in the center. There were few sharp mountains here and there, all covered in a thick blanket of

snow.

"Look closer."

Adam leaned closer and looked inside the snow globe with a sharp gaze. However, his eyes

started to slowly widen as he saw small, very small people walking in the snowy streets of the

city!

"People? What?"

"They're real people." Alastor said. "Originals. Gabriel put them inside the snow globes so

that they would always be with him.

"He had probably abducted millions of people and put them inside these snow globes. He did

all that to fill that hole of loneliness, but he just can't.

"Do you feel bad for him anymore? He is a son of a bitch like the rest of the warlords."

"Can we free them somehow?" Adam asked.

"Yes, but it is not our job to do that." Alastor put the snow globe back on the shelf. "We're

only tourists in this memory. Nothing we do will actually change what happened thousands of

years ago in the Old World."

"Oh, right..." Adam touched his head. "Fuck!"

"What?" Alastor frowned.

"We sent a person to find another exit from the world of mist." Adam said. "Lionel told her to

go check the other set of stairs. That leads to the second layer, doesn't it?"

"If she has already found Gabriel, you cannot save her."

"What will he do with her?" Adam asked.

"I don't have any idea." Alastor said. "Back in the Old World, he was already plagued with

loneliness. Now he has been sealed away for thousands of years, only accompanied by other warlords. I have no idea how much worse his loneliness is.

"I do have a feeling that he won't kill her, but I don't have any idea what he will do to her."

"..." Adam frowned. "Now, you have to focus on getting stronger." Alastor checked the pocket watch, and

shrugged his shoulders. "Twenty minutes has passed. Oh well, that should be enough. Ready

for pain?"

"Fuck it." Adam rubbed his neck. "Do it."

Alastor grinned.