MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 197  Words to the Creator

"Ah, no sound." Ryan put his hand over his left ear and didn't hear the rumbling anymore.

"I guess the fight is over~"

'Adam, don't tell me you're dead…' Terry thought to himself.

Ryan stood up from the bench and slowly approached Terry.

"It's time. Let's die now, alright?"

"You haven't guaranteed that Adam is dead yet." Terry said with a pale face. "Shouldn't you go check out his corpse or something?"

"He is dead." Ryan said sternly. "Renard attacked him. There's no way he leaves him alive after that."

Terry gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the poison flask.

"Don't move!" He shouted. "You've got feelings and thoughts, don't you? Don't you desire to live?"

"The clones have a simple purpose." Ryan said. "I've resigned myself to death ever since I was born."

"Why are you still listening to your creator?" Terry asked. "Your job here is done. Just leave and go have a proper life!"

"Oh, but my job is not done." Ryan said and pointed at him. "I still have to kill you~"

"J-just listen to me." Terry pleaded, hoping to reason with Ryan before it was too late. "Don't you want to travel the New World and go to new places? Don't you want to experience everything life has to offer?"

Ryan smiled and spread his arms wide as if he were accepting a hug.

"I have already lived for five years. That's longer than any clone could ask for."

"So, you are satisfied with that?" Terry asked.

"Oh, yes." Ryan chuckled. "Once I die, I'll be part of the creator once more. That's the greatest bliss I could ask for."

"You are…" Terry shook his head. "Very sad existence."

"You don't understand." Ryan said. "You don't have a purpose. You just exist."

"Fine…" Terry looked at the flask of the poison and sadly smiled. "Let's die then."

Ryan and his secondary clone started praying to their creator.

Terry closed his eyes and went into a throwing motion.

As he was about to throw the flask to the ground, the gym door exploded from its hinges.

The three heads turned to the door.

A sword flew from there and stabbed through Ryan's chest before he had even a chance to look at the person who threw it.

The second Ryan reacted and jumped towards the door, but then two wings stabbed through his chest and lifted him high into the air before smashing him into the ground with incredible force.

Then, through the door, an injured-looking young man walked in, a limp in his step.

Terry's eyes slowly opened wide. "Adam!"

Adam wiped the blood off his lips as he approached Ryan, anger flashing in his eyes.

"That's impossible!" Ryan screamed and tried to pull the sword from his chest but was unsuccessful as it was stuck between his ribs.

"Adam, are you alright?" Terry asked and was about to drop the flask, but then remembered that it was very poisonous and stored it gently back in his inventory.

"Yeah, what about you?" Adam asked.

"Surviving." Terry said and looked deeply at him.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

While he had a lot of faith in Adam's capabilities, he never expected him to survive Renard!

"What happened to Renard?" Ryan asked in anger. "How did you survive?!"

"He is dead, as will you." Adam said, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him into the wall. "Who sent you?"

"What the fuck?!" Ryan's face paled. "You killed Renard? You definitely cannot be left alive!"

With his right hand, he pulled out a hidden switchblade from his belt and swung it down at Adam, but he simply slapped the blade away with ease.

The switchblade slipped off his hands and landed harmlessly on the ground.

The second Ryan's gaze landed on the switchblade, and he rushed at it with his bleeding chest, but then Adam's wings cut through his throat, leaving him headless.

Thump!

The second Ryan collapsed on the ground and vanished without a sound.

"Wait, Adam." Terry walked over to him. "He is a clone, sent by someone he calls the creator."

"A clone?" Adam looked into Ryan's eyes. "So, when this clone dies, whoever created him will receive these memories."

"Exactly." Terry said. "How did you know?"

"I have known a few people that had cloning skills, but it's rarely this advanced."

"So it will be easy to find out who the creator is?" Terry asked hopefully.

"Not necessarily." Adam said. "Those with cloning skills are keeping themselves hidden. They don't want to reveal something as powerful as this, especially because these clones have a mind of their own."

"Yeah…" Ryan chuckled. "You'll never find out who my creator is. When he receives these memories, he'll come to finish you off by himself."

"So, it is 'him'." Adam scoffed. "Come on, reveal more about him, you bastard."

"Ptui!" Ryan spat in his face. "Come on, kill me and go hide like a cockroach you are!" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Adam, what shall we do?" Terry asked. "Leave him alive so his creator doesn't get the memories?"

At that moment, he remembered something.

"Ah, right. That second Ryan, will his memories get sent to the creator as well?!"

"No," Adam said. "He was nothing but Ryan's clone, so those memories got sent to Ryan."

"Wait, the creator's clones also have the cloning ability?" Terry asked in shock. "That's overpowered as fuck!"

"Yes, this creator must be very powerful," Adam said.

"Yes, he is, and when he arrives here, this floor and everyone here will burn!" Ryan laughed like a madman.

"I don't think so." Adam smiled. "I don't believe your creator wants to reveal himself. I don't think he'll be coming."

"Even if he doesn't, he'll send one of his stronger clones." Ryan grinned. "My brothers are much stronger than I am. I have merely Ordergiver's level of power!"

"That's why, your creator made you weak so you can hide better among others as your strength wouldn't be detected by teachers and so that when you eventually get caught, it wouldn't be easy to find out who the creator is.

"No, he won't send anyone." Adam said. "Because this creator of yours isn't a fool. Why would he risk another failure by his clones? I know quite a bit about cloning myself, wanna hear?"

Ryan frowned.

"The weaker the clones, more different they look from their creator.

"That's why, your creator made you weak so you can hide better among others as your strength wouldn't be detected by teachers and so that when you eventually get caught, it wouldn't be easy to find out who the creator is.

"The opposite goes to the powerful clones. They look more similar to the creator, and your creator knows that to kill me, he'll need to send more powerful clones, and if they fail to kill me, I will know what the creator looks like."

Ryan's face paled at the realization.

Adam looked into his eyes and spoke directly to the creator.

"I don't know who you're. There's no need to come after me."

"Don't listen to him, my creator!" Ryan screamed. "Avenge me!"

Adam pulled out the sword from his chest and beheaded him with a quick swing.

The head rolled down on the ground, and instantly afterwards, Ryan disappeared into thin air.

"It's over?" Terry collapsed on the ground and breathed heavily. "Oh my god, that was scary."

"It ain't over." Adam said. "We'll need to leave. Now."

"Why?" Terry asked in a slight panic.

"I just killed the headmaster." Adam said. "It isn't hard for the teachers to find out about what I did, and when they do, she'll kill me."

"Who?"

"Bertha." Adam said. "She is crazy in love with Renard, and she'll go search for Renard when he has been gone for some time. We need to leave this floor now."

"A-ah, alright!"