MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online
Chapter 61: The New World

Chapter 61: The New World

A tense atmosphere descended over the area as everyone waited for the final results of the tutorial.

Ron took a glance at the piece of paper and said:

"Dujam Paris, score: D.

"Jeni Riona, score: E.

"Baako Matt, score: D.

"Julian Cai, score: C.

"Melete..."

Ron continued to say the players names. Some sighed in relief; others started weeping in sorrow and despair.

"Sabah Maxie, score: F. Uh, how did you get that kind of score? Did you sleep through it all?" Sabah, the person mentioned, hung her head low in embarrassment.

"Agata Xandra, score: C...

"Seth Hardrock."

Hearing his name pop out, Seth straightened his back and looked straight ahead with sweat rolling down his forehead. He was even more nervous now after hearing quite a few actually fail.

Ron looked at the score and said, "Score, D."

"Haaa..." Seth let out a breath of relief and closed his eyes, letting heavy emotions wash through him. 'Thank God, but I barely made it through...'

Ron then continued staying names. He started nearing the end of the list.

"Ramon Barnes, score: B."

"Hmph." Ramon scoffed at his score, not feeling happy even though it was the highest score given so far.

A few players threw respectful gazes. It was a very decent score since even a C-rank score seemed rare.

"Hannibal Murdock, score: B."

Instantly afterwards, another B-rank was announced.

Hannibal nodded casually, expecting it. He would've been very disappointed if he had received a C-rank score.

"Niko Kawaguchi, score: C."

"Ah..." Niko groaned in annoyance. "Only C, damn it..."

"You still made it through." Donald patted his friend's shoulder. "It is still a good score, and you'll definitely get invited to some of the guilds."

"Y-you're right." Niko nodded with a smile. It was still one of the highest scores given.

"Katalina Diva."

Katalina moved her brown hair out of her face, revealing a smiling face.

"Score, D."

"Hmmm!" Katalina tapped her chin and shrugged her shoulders. "I'll take it~"

"Donald Wetherson!"

Donald put his arms behind his back and straightened his back. He immediately attracted a lot

of attention, as he was one of the top-ranking recruits.

The players whispered between themselves.

"Donald might be getting an A-rank, right?"

"Maybe, but did he do better than Ramon, though?"

"Score, B!" Ron shouted.

"Hmm..." Donald nodded in agreement, but his brows were furrowed in confusion. 'I thought

I did very well, but still only B-rank. Just what did I need to do to achieve an A-rank?'

The players looked surprised.

"Only B-rank; just how hard is it to get A-rank?"

"That was a surprise, but he definitely deserves a B-rank at least!"

"Now, there's only one person left, Adam!"

"He must be getting an A-rank. He was clearly the best player out of all of us!"

Ramon, Hannibal, Donald, and Niko all turned their attention to Adam. He was sitting on the steps of the porch, looking calm and collected. It was unclear what he was thinking about.

They all agreed that Adam was the best one out of all of them.

"And the last one, Adam Palestar..." Ron looked at the black-haired young man and turned to the letter. "And his score is..."

Everyone turned silent, eagerly waiting for the score to be revealed.

Adam softly closed his eyes, his hands slowly clenching into fists.

"..." Ron licked his dry lips and then looked away from the letter, slowly opening his mouth. "The score is... S-rank!"

Adam's eyes swung wide open, shocked by the revelation. His calm facade crumbled to pieces.

The players stayed silent, shock evident in their eyes.

"Just for information, before this, only five people had ever achieved S-rank." Ron said and turned to Adam. "Adam's the sixth one."

That revelation made the players realize the magnitude of Adam's accomplishment. They realized that they were part of a historic moment in the history of the Mortal Online.

"That bastard is now that important?" Ramon said with a grim look.

"Impressive," Hannibal said.

"S-rank..." Donald said with a frown.

"Amazing..." Niko whispered.

Ron walked over to the large boulder that stood beside the summer cottage. He inserted the key in the lock, turned it clockwise, and opened the door.

"The exit is now open; once you step through, you arrive in the New World. Once you leave, wait there for me!"

Hearing that, players started to slowly depart from the floor with excitement on their faces. As soon as they stepped through, they disappeared.

Ramon nudged Hannibal and left with him.

Donald took a final glance at Adam, then nodded at Niko, and both of them left.

After them, Seth dragged his feet behind him as he approached the door. Lastly, he turned to

look at Adam with a hostile gaze.

'I won't forget about this. One day, once I am strong, I'll come get my sword back!'

With that, he stepped through the door and vanished into darkness.

Soon, only Adam and Ron were left on the whole floor.

Adam slipped his hands inside his pockets and slowly approached the door.

Before he could enter, Ron appeared in front of him and said, "May I have a word?"

"Yes, what is it?" Adam stopped walking.

"S-rank score is an incredible achievement. It gives you respect, even among some veteran mercenaries." Ron said, but then his look turned serious. "It also brings danger. Be careful, Adam. Everyone's eyes will be on you now."

"I'll keep that in mind." Adam nodded, stepped past him, and approached the door.

'I know how important the S-rank score is, but since I haven't lived it myself, I don't know

what awaits me. It will definitely be dangerous. There's no turning back now.'

Adam stepped through the door and vanished. He had officially left the tutorial.

After he was gone, Ron put his hands on his waist and breathed out. "What a shocker! Haha, I

can brag now to my friends. S-ranker appeared during my shift; who would've thought, haha."

"My friends will be so fucking jealous."

With a chuckle, he stepped through the door, closed it behind him, and entered the darkness.

...

"Mmh..." Adam walked through the path of light and then, appeared inside some kind of building. It looked like a tavern of some sort, with rain pattering against the windows and lightning flashing outside.

All the other players were also there, gathered there. There was also a bearded man seated behind a desk, looking like the innkeeper of this establishment.

At the corner of the room, two armored figures were drinking alcohol and looking at the newly-appeared people. They looked like mercenaries hired to protect the inn.

At that moment, Ron appeared behind Adam in a flash of light and saw that everyone was

gathered and hadn't gone anywhere.

"Alright, that was it. Congratulations and welcome to the New World."

The player's eyes shimmered in excitement.

"Yeahhh, welcome~" One of the drunken mercenaries raised his cup. "Mister Caretaker, any

good recruits or what?"

Ron grinned and patted Adam's shoulder. "This news will spread like wildfire soon enough,

but here, this young man is the new S-ranked recruit."

Hearing that, the mercenaries coughed out their alcohol drinks. They looked at the black- haired young man with wide eyes and alcohol spilling down their shirts.

"My god..." The innkeeper looked shocked, and stood up to bow. "It is an honor to meet you,

sir."

'Sir?' Adam looked surprised by that response. 'I've never been treated with respect as

Coinfeeder before.'

"All of you will receive a room from our innkeeper here." Ron said. "Your Handler will be waiting there. You can discuss your score with your Handler.

"Then, you're officially made into Mercenarymen. You aren't Coinfeeders anymore;

congratulations on the promotion!

"Those who didn't become mercenaries will also have your own room, but that's pretty much

it. You have to forge your own path from that point onward. "The newly promoted Mercenaryman has a choice to make. Tomorrow, some letters will arrive from guilds. You can choose your guild then if you desire so.

"If not, carriages will arrive early in the morning. Each one leads to a different city, and you'll

decide where you want to go.

"For now, visit your Handler, and after that, you may log off. It has been a long month, and I am sure most of you are eager to return to the real world. "However, tomorrow morning, be here. The carriages won't be waiting for anyone!" "Yes, sir!" The players echoed with excitement, took their keys from the innkeeper, and rushed to their rooms.