MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

Mist Low leaned back, his usual playful smirk replaced by something more serious. He pointed at the key on the table, tapping it lightly as if emphasizing the weight of his next words.

"This key… belongs to the Goblin Occupation."

Silence fell over the room.

Raven's fingers paused over the key. Liz and Ana exchanged glances, their excitement now laced with curiosity. Daniel, however, frowned.

Mist Low sighed dramatically and folded his arms. "Before you get any ideas—let me be clear. We cannot touch it. The Goblin Occupation is hell. One hundred times worse than anything we've faced."

Ana raised an eyebrow. "You're exaggerating."

Mist Low shot her a deadpan look. "Oh? Am I?"

Then, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice lowered, carrying an edge of frustration. "Let me put it this way—before I met you all, I died there. Not once. Twice. The first time, I thought, 'Oh, it's just goblins. I'll sneak past and loot the vault.'"

He laughed bitterly.

"Turns out, these aren't your regular, green little pushovers. They're organized. They have traps. They have war formations. And worst of all…" He narrowed his eyes. "They learn."

Liz whistled. "That bad, huh?"

Mist Low threw his hands up. "Oh, you have no idea! I barely got out alive after my second attempt. And trust me, after experiencing what those monsters are capable of, I am not going back without a plan."

Raven remained silent, analyzing Mist Low's words carefully.

Goblins in Mortal Online were infamous for their adaptability, but the ones Mist Low described sounded far worse—more like a full-fledged military force than a mindless horde.

"Level 7, you said?" Raven asked.

Mist Low nodded. "And we're what? Level 4?" He snorted. "We'd be wiped out before we even saw the vault."

Daniel exhaled sharply. "So, you're telling us you just joined the guild, and your 'first contribution' is a death trap?"

Mist Low grinned sheepishly. "Technically, it's a future opportunity. A very valuable one!"

Ana and Liz giggled, but Raven's mind was already running calculations.

Level 7 enemies. Highly intelligent. War formations. Adaptability.

It was suicide if they went in unprepared.

But…

He tapped his finger against the table, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"We're not ready now," he admitted. "But that doesn't mean we won't be soon."

Mist Low blinked. "Wait, wait, wait. Don't tell me you're actually planning to—"

Raven picked up the key, twirling it between his fingers.

"When the time is right," he said, "we'll take it."

Mist Low groaned, slumping against the table. "Why do I get the feeling I just signed up for another death march?"

Liz grinned. "Because you did."

Ana patted Mist Low's shoulder. "Welcome to the team!"

Daniel sighed. "This is going to be a disaster."

Mist Low buried his face in his hands. "I should've just stayed dead."

As Raven twirled the goblin key between his fingers, his thoughts drifted to a past life—one filled with betrayals, guild wars, and power struggles.

Rainbow Solutions.

A first-rate guild with immense backing from Rainbow Corporation, one of the financial giants controlling the game's economy. They weren't just a guild; they were a powerhouse, a structured force where resources, influence, and raw skill combined into something terrifying.

And at the heart of it—Cute Mist.

The name alone made Raven pause, his grip tightening slightly.

Cute Mist wasn't just any player. She was a Raid Leader of Rainbow Solutions, someone feared and respected in equal measure. A tactical genius with a reputation for brutal efficiency, her strategies could dismantle entire guilds. Her leadership was unquestionable. If she set her sights on something, she got it.

Yet…

The guild itself wasn't her creation.

It had been founded by her sister. A mysterious yet brilliant player who built Rainbow Solutions from the ground up, forming an empire within Mortal Online. But fate had other plans.

Her death had been unexpected. An accident.

Or so they claimed.

Raven never got the full details, but rumors whispered of internal power struggles, betrayals, and backstabbing among the corporation's top members. Cute Mist had inherited the guild, but her leadership came under constant scrutiny from those who believed she was merely riding her sister's legacy.

She proved them wrong.

Through sheer ability and relentless determination, she pushed Rainbow Solutions to new heights, solidifying its position as one of the top first-rate guilds.

And now…

Raven couldn't help but wonder—what was she doing in this life?

Had fate changed?

Would their paths cross again?

His eyes darkened slightly. He had no love for first-rate guilds—not after what happened with Dark Solution. But Cute Mist… she wasn't like those backstabbers. She played by her own rules.

If Rainbow Solutions entered the stage early, things could get… complicated.

For now, though, it was just a memory.

Shaking off the thoughts, he turned his attention back to the present—back to his new guild, his new allies, and the chaos that awaited them in the future.

Raven's fingers tightened around the goblin key as another memory surfaced—a moment from his past life that sent ripples through Mortal Online.

Cute Mist's infamous raid.

Back then, she had led 100 elite players from Rainbow Solutions—each one a Level 8 powerhouse—into one of the deadliest dungeons known at the time. The goal? To seize control of a hidden goblin fortress, rumored to hold legendary treasures and ancient secrets.

It was supposed to be a calculated raid.

It turned into a massacre.

The goblins weren't mindless mobs; they were intelligent killers. Their formations were flawless, their ambushes merciless. Every step the raiders took, they found themselves overwhelmed. Traps activated at the worst moments, elite goblin warlords struck from the shadows, and monstrous Goblin Chieftains tore through even the best-geared players.

One by one, the elite squad fell.

Their advanced equipment, legendary skills, and years of experience—none of it mattered.

By the time they reached the final chamber, only two people survived.

Cute Mist.

And her right-hand man—Riot.

That day, Mortal Online witnessed a moment that rewrote history.

A first-rate guild's strongest team, decimated.

The treasure remained untouched. The goblins won.

Even after respawning, the survivors never spoke of what happened in that dungeon. No one else dared to challenge it again. The mere mention of the place was enough to send shivers down the spines of veteran players.

Raven exhaled slowly.

Mist Low's words suddenly carried a heavier weight.

"A hundred times hell."

He wasn't exaggerating. If that raid was truly linked to this goblin key, then even stepping inside was suicide.

Mist Low had already died once trying.

Raven wasn't about to let history repeat itself.