MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 48: The Chaos Warrior



The misty haze of the morning sun filtered through the clouded window, casting a warm glow on the old wooden floor.

With the sun on his back, Adam sat at the edge of his bed with a thoughtful look.

His interface floated right in front of him, which had slightly changed.

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[Name: Adam Palestar]

[Level: 0]

[XP: 0/0]

[HP: 50/50]

[Rank: Coinfeeder]

[Weapon: Steel Shortsword + Round Shield]

[Shinecoin: 0]

[—— SKILLS--]

[-Little God-]

[-Basic Blade Handling-]

[Inventory]

[Log Off]

***

Two skills had appeared.

'If I recall correctly, Little God skill wasn't there to begin with. Therefore, it appeared as soon as I used it the first time. I suppose it counted as me learning it.

'Basic Blade Handling appeared like it was supposed to. It is still at zero percent, and I can't really use it in combat yet.

'It isn't a normal skill. It is a passive skill. It increases my handling of the sword. It is like the Little God skill, which is passive. Unlike active skills, I don't need to shout out the skill name for it to work.

'However, Little God is still the strangest passive skill. It activates when I want to, so it is basically a mix of passive and active skills. I still don't need to say 'Little God' out loud for it to work.

'After I learn Basic Blade Handling, my swordsmanship will increase slightly. I've already seen the effects of my swordsmanship, as I am not as good as a swordsman as I was in my previous life.

'Not that I was any good; I was decent enough, I guess, but compared to the best

swordmasters, I was way behind. I had learned all the way to Expert Blade Handling and I can see the effects clearly.'

In his previous life, Adam's style of fighting was a mixture of different things. He used a sword and shield to fight, and his role in the guild was that of a Tank.

Tank's job was to protect Magick Masters while they bombarded Chaosbeings with their magical spells.

His swordmanship was above average; his skill with the shield was considered good as he was able to defend against attacks from swordmasters.

However, he was still considered a powerhouse as his level was quite high, and even without that, because of Little God skill, he was able to fight mercenaries that were higher level than him.

There was one thing that he was considered a master at-movement.

His Little God skill and his natural speed made him an enemy that was both respected and feared. On battlefields, he killed hundreds before the enemy was even able to see what was happening.

It was also the reason why Calamity chose to use a specific type of Chaosbeing Essence as poison. It nullified his speed as it completely paralyzed him.

Calamity was afraid of his movement; he knew that if Adam could move freely, they wouldn't have been able to kill him.

Adam would've killed his treacherous friends and could've put in a proper battle against Calamity. However, it was still unlikely he would've been able to beat Calamity, who stood near the apex of power.

Still, he would've been able to escape.

None of the mercenaries ever considered Tanks to be quick. They were often muscular, slow, and physically powerful. That's why Adam was an anomaly and a big threat.

'I don't have time to learn the Basic Blade Handling for now.'

Adam pulled out his silver timepiece, checked the time, and saw it was soon time for the third floor to open.

'The third floor's boss...'

...

Third Floor, three hours past dawn.

A group of players walked down the rock-walled passageways, following behind a young man with short hair and a slicked-back style.

Most players were yawning and rubbing their sleepy eyes. They stayed awake for so long in the common room that they only had a few hours of sleep.

"Here!" The young man shouted excitedly, pointing towards a large wooden door at the end of the hallway.

'It took three hours to walk here.' Adam checked the time on his timepiece and added that to his mind.

"Alright, let's work together, guys!" Donald said, trying to encourage everyone to work

together.

However, to many, the second floor was a one time thing. This time, most of the different groups were planning to do this alone instead of collaborating.

Adam stayed silent, drew his shortsword with his right hand, and pulled out a shield from his

back with his left.

'Remember the attack patterns, remember...'

Ramon quickly walked over to the heavy-looking wooden door and slammed his hands against it. Then, while grunting and screaming, he pushed the heavy door open.

As the door opened, lanterns lit up across the ceiling and the floor. The room was a big chamber, filled with weapons and armor lining up the walls.

There were skeletons, holding rusty weapons, lying beside the armor racks.

All the skeletons had similarities, it looked like they had been slashed by sharp objects as there were sword wounds on their bones. The skeletons appeared to have been warriors who

died in battle.

The players slowly entered the room, slowly moving forward as if they were all hesitating to

step further.

At that moment, a sword fell from the ceiling and stabbed through the ground, right in the middle of the chamber room. It looked massive and ancient, with a large blade and long

handle.

It definitely wasn't a one-handed sword. It also seemed too heavy to be wielded with two

hands.

"Just what kind of person can wield that kind of weapon..." A player whispered to himself, but

it was heard by nearby players.

They also gulped and nodded, wondering the same thing.

C-c-c-crack!

At that moment, the ceiling collapsed onto the heavy-looking sword, but amidst all the dust and debris, a figure emerged with one hand wrapped around the sword's hilt.

The players drew their weapons and moved to their attacking stances. But then, their eyes

widened as text appeared over the figure.

[The Chaos Warrior, Kuruma]

[Health: 100%]

'Health as a percentage?' Ramon furrowed his brows and tightened his hold on his machete.

'This is different, very different.'

'The children's games have been played.' Adam thought with a serious look. 'First and second floors are a joke compared to this and the rest of the dungeon. The real, dangerous Chaosbeings have their health as percentages.

'Bloody Chaosbeing and The Clown Boy are considered minor Chaosbeings, even if they're Floor Bosses. They're still nothing compared to the real threats, like The Chaos Warrior.'

After the dust cleared, everyone saw a rusty-armored figure, enormously tall. It was nearly five meters tall, bulging with muscles beneath the thick armor. It wore rusty armor with a helmet that covered the entirety of its face.

It didn't have any visible weaknesses or openings in its armor.

At that moment, Kuruma raised its sword with one hand. It didn't seem to even struggle as it lifted the heavy weapon above its head.

Swoosh-an arrow flew from somewhere and landed on Kuruma's chest. However, it bounced off harmlessly, as if the arrow were made out of plastic.

A player, with a bow in hand, paled and stumbled backwards with a pale face. He felt naked, as

he felt like he was currently being stared at by Kuruma, even though its head wasn't facing his

direction.

At that moment, Kuruma's head snapped to the left, staring straight at the archer, and then it lunged forward like a bolt of lightning. It was surprisingly quick for someone of its size!

"Ah!" The archer froze in horror.

Kuruma lifted its sword high and then smashed it down on the archer.

Clang, smash!