MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

Daniel's Revenge

Daniel sat in the corner, sipping his drink with dead, hollow eyes. His body may have survived, but his dignity had not.

Celeste, lounging on the couch like a queen, stretched lazily. "Well, that was fun. I should do this more often."

Mark, Ana, and Liz exchanged amused glances.

Daniel, however, slowly turned to look at her.

A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes.

"No." His voice was eerily calm. "No, you will not."

Celeste smirked. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan to stop me, pet?"

Daniel set his drink down.

He stood up.

And then, with the slow precision of a man who had been pushed too far—he smiled.

Mark immediately backed away. "Oh no."

Ana's grin faltered. "Wait—"

Liz narrowed her eyes. "That's… not normal."

Celeste raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to?"

Daniel clasped his hands behind his back. "Oh, nothing."

Celeste frowned.

Daniel's smile widened.

"You see, Celeste," he said sweetly, "you may have won today… but tomorrow? Tomorrow is a new day."

Ana's eyes widened. "Oh god."

Mark grabbed his phone. "I need to record this."

Liz leaned forward. "Wait, wait, let him cook."

Celeste, for the first time all day, looked wary. "…What are you planning?"

Daniel chuckled. A slow, dark laugh.

"Oh, Celeste," he said, stepping closer.

She instinctively leaned back.

"You humiliated me today." His voice dripped with honeyed malice. "But you forgot something very, very important."

Celeste narrowed her eyes. "And what's that?"

Daniel grinned.

"I. Hold. Grudges."

Dead silence.

Mark whispered, "Oh, this is gonna be good."

Ana's mouth hung open. "He's serious."

Liz shivered. "Why is this kind of hot?"

Celeste, to her credit, did not back down. She smirked, tilting her head. "Alright, pet. Let's see what you've got."

Daniel's grin never wavered.

"Oh, you'll see, Mistress Celeste." He said her name mockingly, his voice practically purring.

Celeste's smirk faltered.

Mark gasped. "Wait. Did he just—"

Ana grabbed Liz's arm. "He's flipping the script."

Liz inhaled sharply. "Masterclass behavior."

Celeste squinted at him. "You wouldn't dare."

Daniel leaned down, voice low and ominous.

"Watch me."

And just like that, the war had begun.

Celeste's Turn to Suffer

The next morning, Celeste awoke to an eerie silence.

Too silent.

She sat up, stretching, only to find something very wrong.

Her room… was spotless.

Her shoes? Perfectly lined up.

Her desk? Organized to military precision.

Her wardrobe? Neatly arranged, color-coded, and—

She gasped. "No."

Throwing open the closet doors, her worst fears were confirmed.

Every. Single. Black. Outfit. Was gone.

In their place?

Pastels.

Celeste's eye twitched. Pink. Soft blues. Yellows. A floral sundress.

A single note sat on the shelf.

She picked it up with shaking hands.

"Good morning, Mistress Celeste. Enjoy your new wardrobe. With love, Daniel. ♥"

Her fists clenched. "That little—"

Her bedroom door swung open.

Daniel stood there, smiling.

"Good morning, Celeste," he greeted cheerfully.

Mark, Ana, and Liz peeked from behind him, barely containing their excitement.

Celeste exhaled slowly. "Alright, pet. What did you do?"

Daniel beamed. "I made some adjustments."

Celeste crossed her arms. "Where. Are. My. Clothes?"

Daniel shrugged innocently. "Oh, don't worry. They're safe."

Celeste narrowed her eyes. "Where?"

Daniel's smirk turned devious.

"I donated them."

Silence.

Dead. Deafening. Silence.

Mark covered his mouth. Ana's eyes widened in pure horror. Liz gasped.

Celeste… did not move.

Her eye twitched. "You. Did not."

Daniel smiled wider. "Oh, but I did."

Mark leaned over to Ana. "We might need to run."

Ana whispered, "He's dead."

Liz whispered back, "I've never respected him more."

Celeste took a slow, deep breath.

"…You really think this is funny?"

Daniel tilted his head. "I think it's hilarious."

Celeste lunged.

Daniel dodged, laughing.

Mark and Ana bolted down the hall. Liz cackled as she recorded everything.

"DANIEL, YOU LITTLE—" Celeste shouted, chasing after him.

Daniel's voice echoed back, "PAYBACK'S A BITCH, ISN'T IT?"

And thus, the war had truly begun.

The War Escalates

Celeste stormed through the mansion, hunting Daniel down.

Meanwhile, Daniel had barricaded himself in the living room, leaning casually against the couch with a smug grin.

Mark, Ana, and Liz stood at a safe distance, ready to witness the carnage.

Celeste kicked the door open.

"Alright, you little menace," she growled. "You have ten seconds to return my clothes before I destroy you."

Daniel chuckled. "Oh, Celeste, Celeste, Celeste." He tsked, shaking his head. "You don't negotiate from a position of weakness."

Celeste's eye twitched. "Weakness?"

Daniel spread his arms wide. "You're wearing a pastel pink sweater right now."

Celeste froze.

She looked down.

Pastel pink.

Fluffy.

It even had a little heart on it.

Mark gasped. "He got her."

Ana whispered. "He broke her."

Liz grabbed Ana's arm. "Are we sure Daniel's the same man from yesterday? This is insane."

Celeste slowly looked back up, her expression dark.

Daniel just smiled.

"You look adorable," he said sweetly.

Mark bit his fist to keep from laughing. Ana turned away, her shoulders shaking. Liz was gripping the wall for support.

Celeste inhaled sharply.

"…Alright. That's it."

Daniel blinked. "Huh?"

Celeste cracked her knuckles. "You wanted war, Daniel?"

Daniel's smile finally faltered.

Celeste grinned.

"Then war it is."

The Counterattack

Fifteen minutes later, Daniel sat on the couch, stunned.

Because Celeste had just annihilated him.

His carefully planned revenge? Useless.

His smug confidence? Gone.

Because Celeste?

Celeste had pulled out the ultimate weapon.

"Say it," she commanded.

Daniel gritted his teeth.

"Say. It."

Daniel exhaled through his nose.

Then, with dead, emotionless eyes—

"…I'm Celeste's good little bunny."

Mark hit the floor, wheezing. Ana screamed. Liz had to leave the room, tears streaming down her face.

Celeste patted his head. "Good pet."

Daniel twitched violently.

The war had only just begun.

Daniel's Ultimate Revenge

Daniel sat in silence, staring at the floor. His pride? Gone. His dignity? Shattered. His will to live? Barely hanging on.

Mark, Ana, and Liz were still dying of laughter in the background.

Celeste, sitting across from him, sipped her tea victoriously.

"So," she said, tapping a finger on her cup. "Are we done, or do you want to keep pushing your luck?"

Daniel didn't answer.

Celeste smirked. "That's what I thought."

Liz wiped a tear from her eye. "I don't think I've ever seen Daniel this defeated."

Mark nodded. "He went too far and got outplayed."

Ana tilted her head. "Nah. He's planning something."

At those words, Celeste glanced at Daniel. His shoulders were tense. His hands were clenched into fists.

And then—

He started laughing.

A slow, eerie chuckle that sent a shiver down their spines.

Celeste narrowed her eyes. "What… are you planning?"

Daniel stood up, cracking his neck. Then he smiled.

And Celeste finally felt fear.

One Hour Later…

Celeste stormed into the living room, red-faced, fuming, and absolutely furious.

Daniel? He was on the floor, wheezing.

Mark, Ana, and Liz? Collapsed from laughter.

Because right now, on every single social media platform they had—

Celeste's new profile picture was a selfie of her… in a bunny hoodie.

With pink cat ears.

And the caption?

"I am Daniel's cute little bunny. ♥"

Celeste lunged.

Daniel ran.

"DANIEL, YOU'RE DEAD."

"WORTH IT!"

Mark gasped for air. Ana rolled off the couch. Liz was crying.

The war had just reached nuclear levels.

Total War

Daniel sprinted for his life.

Celeste was right behind him, fury in her eyes, murder in her heart.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU MENACE!"

Daniel vaulted over the couch. "Nope!"

Celeste grabbed a pillow and launched it at his head.

Direct hit.

Daniel stumbled but kept running, laughing like a lunatic.

Meanwhile, Mark, Ana, and Liz were absolutely losing it.

Mark clutched his stomach. "He actually did it! He actually posted it!"

Ana wiped a tear away. "This is the greatest day of my life."

Liz, still breathless, shook her head. "He's gonna die, but honestly? He died a legend."

Daniel dove into the kitchen, ducking behind the counter.

Celeste stormed in after him.

"I swear to EVERYTHING, Daniel," she hissed, rolling up her sleeves. "You have exactly five seconds to delete that post before I make sure you never know peace again."

Daniel peeked up from behind the counter. "Oh? You mean more suffering than what I already endured yesterday?"

Celeste's eye twitched.

"…Yes."

Daniel gulped.

Then he bolted again.

Celeste grabbed a frying pan and chucked it.

CLANG.

Daniel barely dodged it. "ARE YOU INSANE?!"

"You brought this upon yourself!"

The Great Chase

For the next ten minutes, the mansion turned into an absolute war zone.

Daniel locked himself in the bathroom? Celeste picked the lock.

Daniel hid under the table? Celeste flipped it over.

Daniel tried to escape through the window? Celeste dragged him back in.

Mark, Ana, and Liz were dying.

Mark wheezed. "This is like watching an unstoppable force meet an immovable idiot."

Ana nodded. "And the idiot's losing."

Liz snickered. "I'm just waiting for Daniel to beg for mercy."

Then—

Celeste caught him.

Daniel's Reckoning

Daniel thrashed uselessly. "WAIT, WAIT, LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS—"

Celeste threw him onto the couch, loomed over him, and cracked her knuckles.

Daniel gulped.

Celeste smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. "You like posting things, huh?"

Daniel paled. "Celeste—"

Celeste pulled out her phone. "Cool. Then let's post something else."

Daniel froze.

Mark gasped. "Oh. Oh no."

Ana covered her mouth. "She wouldn't—"

Liz's grin widened. "She absolutely would."

Celeste snapped a picture of Daniel's panicked face.

Then she tapped her screen.

And posted.

Daniel scrambled for his phone. "WHAT DID YOU—"

Then he saw it.

Celeste Asterion @CelestialQueen

"Good morning, everyone! Just reminding you all that Daniel is my cute little bunny. ♥"

Attached: A picture of Daniel looking horrified.

The Aftermath

Daniel screamed into a pillow.

Mark, Ana, and Liz? Gone. Absolutely gone.

Celeste? Grinning like a devil.

She patted Daniel's head. "Checkmate."

Daniel collapsed.

He had lost the war.