MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 261: Resurrection Altar



Within the depths of the crypt, the eight-petaled wings cut through the rows of undead skeletons with ease, as if they were slicing through butter.

Adam was in the middle of the grinding for experience points.

After the fight with Xerxus, he realized that he was still lacking in level, but not only that, his combat skills with his wings were mediocre at best.

When he was trying to go to sleep last night, he kept thinking about what he should improve before facing Xerxus once again.

He came to the conclusion that his wings were his trump card in fights.

To combat the skeleton chains that were protecting Xerxus, he had to use his wings to fight more efficiently. Thus, he began training and finding ways to fight with them.

The eight-petaled wings cut, pierced, stabbed, and smashed into the skeletons.

Since their tips were very sharp, they could be used for stabbing. They also had very sharp edges that could be used for cutting and slicing.

They were like perfect weapons.

So far, he'd been using them mostly for defensive purposes, where the wings also excelled perfectly, but he knew they could also be deadly in an offensive attack.

After heading deeper into the crypt, leaving behind destroyed skeletons in his wake, he noticed that the temperature suddenly dropped.

It felt like the air around him was thick with an icy chill that seemed to seep into his bones.

At that moment, the walls started closing it.

Two of the petaled wings stabbed into the wall and stopped it from closing any further. The doors in the wall disappeared within the wall. The wall looked dusty and smooth. However, at the end of the short hallway, a strange altar appeared.

It had already some sacrifices of blood, skulls, and bones on it, but there was also a single candle that flickered against the cold air.

'I feel like the altar is trying to talk to me. I wonder what's this...'

While he'd been reading about the 50th floor on the internet, he hadn't heard anything about any strange altars appearing from nowhere.

At that moment, the walls stopped trying to close in, and Adam retracted the wings back to his body and took a short breath before approaching the altar.

However, when he was only one meter away from the altar, his eyelids turned heavy as if he had suddenly turned sleepy.

'Alastor... of course...'

His body collapsed right in front of the altar, succumbing to the overwhelming exhaustion that had suddenly overtaken him.

...

The crimson waves crashed against the shore as Adam appeared by the cliff, his eyes slowly opening wide enough to see the entirety of the horizon stretching out before him.

"What did I say about this?" Adam clicked his tongue. "What if the walls start to close in again? I would get crushed while we're chit-chatting about!"

"Haha, calm down." Alastor walked over to him, his dark coat fluttering around him. "So, you found the altar, huh?"

"What's the altar about?" Adam asked.

"It's Resurrection Altar." Alastor said with a glint of greed. "A very rare thing, y'see. With that, you could resurrect me back to the world of living."

"Hah," Adam scoffed. "I must destroy it then."

"Don't be like that." Alastor looked at him with a smirk. "Don't you want me out of your head? You finally have a chance to do so."

"I would rather not want the entire New World to be destroyed just to get rid of you," Adam replied.

"Heh." Alastor shook his head. "Y'know, we can make a deal. If you resurrect me, I'll make you the king of the New World."

"The king?" Adam frowned.

"Yeah, the king." Alastor grinned. "Wealth, fame, power-it's all yours if you resurrect me. You can have everything your heart desires, everything!"

"And you would do what exactly?" Adam raised an eyebrow. "You won't destroy the world, will you?"

"Like I said, we can make a mutual deal." Alastor said. "Once you die out of old age, your belly fat, and your pockets full of riches, I'll take the throne and return the New World back to its former glory."

"You'll make the Old World return, huh." Adam looked around the disgusting, dead landscape. "Why in the fuck would I want that?"

"Because it doesn't involve you." Alastor said. "You're already dead. You can have, what, fifty to sixty years of happiness, and you'll leave the world with everyone remembering your name.

"You will earn your place in the history books.

"Sounds like a fucking good deal to me. Also, don't you-players-have another world to go to? If the players of the future don't like the Old World, they can always fuck off to their own

world."

"So, abandon the future of the New World for my own happiness." Adam chuckled.

"No one will know." Alastor said. "In the eyes of the other players, you gained sudden strength and won the throne. With you as King, you can choose what you want to do." "You must think I am stupid." Adam looked straight into his eyes. "I refuse."

"So be it." Alastor shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand. "Think about it, there might come a time when you wish you would've accepted my deal."

With the wave of the hand, Adam disappeared from the Old World, leaving Alastor alone there

once again.

Crack...

Alastor put his teeth together so hard that they cracked slightly, and he then threw a punch that split the crimson ocean in two.

It was a punch of anger.

...

After returning from the sleepland, Adam rose back to his feet, looked at the altar, drew his sword from its sheath, and smashed it through the altar, shattering it into pieces.

He then sheathed his sword once again.

As he turned around to leave, he heard a sudden click and saw that behind the altar, a hidden

door emerged.

It seemed to have emerged straight from the wall with the doorknob and all.

'A hidden door?'

Adam, with a frown, approached the door, turned the doorknob, and found stairs leading up

somewhere.

After opening his inventory, he brought out a lantern and lit it up with a matchstick.

With the yellowish glow illuminating the way, he stepped onto the stairs, and headed up.

After about thirty steps traveled, he reached the top of the stairs, and there was a dirt-made

ceiling stopping him from traveling any further.

There wasn't a door, hatch, or anything else in sight.

Adam touched the ceiling, and it was clearly made out of dirt, as if this ceiling was actually

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'The surface? Could it be that this is the way to leave this crypt?!'

Adam felt his breath turn erratic.

He hadn't heard about anyone leaving the 50th floor's crypt before, as everyone expected that

to be the floor and nothing else.

The wings sprouted from his back, and he started stabbing them through the dirt ground to

get to the surface.

After a short moment, a moonlight peeked through the path, and Adam immediately returned

the wings back to his body and jumped through the ceiling.

With the jump, he went straight through the dirt ground and appeared outside, but was

instantly hit by a cold chill of night air.

With his feet landing on the grass, he looked into the sky and saw a beautiful moon shining

over him.

The moon was big, as if it were right next to this bubble of the world he was in.

'Amazing...'