Chapter 20: Strong and the Weak

Chapter 20: Strong and the Weak

"Room 331..." Adam looked at the key in hand and then at the door with a sign that read "331."

He inserted the key into the lock and turned it, slowly opening the door.

A cozy room opened up with a hard-looking bed in the corner, a small table, and a candle next to it. There was also a carpet strewn across the floor and door to the bathroom.

The room was dimly lit, with the candle casting a cozy light over the room.

At the bed, a long-legged woman with shoulder-length black hair and a small beauty mark under her left eye sat with her legs crossed, browsing through documents while sipping a cup of tea.

After Adam stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him, the woman put the cup of tea down on the table, closed the documents, and turned to look at him with her dark brown eyes.

"Hello." She said with a mature and elegant voice. "I am your handler, Muriel."

"Adam." Adam introduced himself and put the backpack down on the ground, then started taking off his winter clothes as he was already getting hot and sweaty.

"Do you have any questions, Mr. Adam?" Muriel asked without much emotion in her tone.

"How are my points looking after the first floor?" Adam asked as he sat down, dropped the winter clothes to the ground, and started taking off his boots.

"You seem to know what Handler's job is." Muriel replied with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"You record my points, keep an eye on me, and assist me in Safe Area. Basically, a babysitter."

"Yes, that's basically it." Muriel nodded. "Also, I am Original, meaning I am a native of the New World."

'Original, also known as NPC,' Adam thought to himself and nodded. "So, how did my points look like. You are allowed to give me a hint of how I am doing."

"Do I need to even say?" Muriel opened her documents and said, "Ron gave a high assessment of you, as you managed to keep a calm head throughout the first floor.

"You managed to kill Goatman; even though you seemed to know its weakness, it's still a very hard feat for Coinfeeder.

"Then, you managed to defeat a group of injured players—injured or not, it was still an impressive feat for a solo player.

"And then, you showed excellent fighting capability against the boss, Bloody Chaosbeing, and managed to find its body and even kill it.

"You got the highest amount of points from this group." Muriel closed the documents and looked at him. "Does that satisfy you?"

Muriel's breath quickened as she listened to Adam's words.

"And the rest?" Adam scoffed and shook his head. "No one else was even worth my consideration. This is not arrogance or ego speaking; it is just the truth and how this world works."

"I understand..." Muriel whispered and stood up while hugging the documents against her chest. "H-however, your points might still be reduced if you don't want to work with others."

"If that's the case, so be it." Adam took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. "I am going to take a shower. Was this all?"

"That's all." Muriel bowed and walked to the door. However, as closer she got to the door, the bigger her smile became. 'A strong follows the weak; the weak follows the strong to become strong. I might've gotten a very special player!'

Adam entered the bathroom and took off his clothes.

As he stood below the shower head, with water falling down at him, he looked down at his waist, which had a big bruise.

It was possible to get bruises or even scars. Bruises would heal, but the scars would stay forever on the avatar's body.

There weren't any mercenaries without scars on their bodies.

'Points will most likely be deducted because I don't want to work others, but so be it.' Adam sighed while feeling the water on his skin.

'However, nothing I said was wrong. I do not follow people who aren't worthy of respect. A follower would never get high enough points in the tutorial to be considered for top guilds.

'They would want people like Donald and Ramon, who are natural-born leaders. They'll learn their place when they leave the tutorial and enter the real world of mercenaries.

'I already know my place.

'I might have been Prime Mercenary, a figure of strength and respect, but nothing of that matters anymore.

'The quicker I get used to the fact that I am again at bottom, the easier it will be for me.

'However, I do not plan on staying weak for long.

'Next floor, the Second Floor, already has a golden opportunity I can take advantage of. It was discovered only five years later by Dean Morticia, who later became a good friend of mine and fellow general of Star Faction.

'Sorry, Dean, but this is an opportunity I can't pass by. I'll pay you later, when you start playing Mortal Online.'

Adam closed the faucet, left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and sat down on the bed.

'Now, I need to press full throttle.' Adam cracked his knuckles and smiled. 'There are hundreds of players in the tutorial simultaneously—if I want the Council to truly notice me, I have to break some rules.'