MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

Alex wandered through the crowded streets of Viles Town like a man who had just been sentenced to death. His shoulders sagged, his eyes darted around in a daze, and his hands trembled slightly as they hovered over his interface.To any outsider, he looked like just another overwhelmed player.But Raven knew better.Perched on a rooftop, hidden in the shadows, he observed Alex with a sharp, calculating gaze. The idiot wasn't even aware he was being followed.He had seen it all.The call with Sophie.The way she ripped into Alex like he was nothing.The moment Alex saw the contract locking him into ten years of servitude.Raven hadn't even needed to eavesdrop. The fool had forgotten to mute his voice chat, practically broadcasting his suffering to anyone nearby.And Raven? He listened.Not just out of amusement—though Sophie's words had been sharper than any blade—but because he saw something useful.Alex was desperate.A cornered animal, trapped, humiliated, and stripped of any real power.And desperate people? They were the easiest to manipulate.Raven smirked beneath his hood, his mind already spinning with possibilities.This is an opportunity.Alex was under Sophie's control, forced to do whatever she ordered. And what did Sophie want?The merchant ledger and the alchemy furnace.Raven could use that. He didn't care about Sophie's goals—he had his own plans for Viles Town. But if Alex was running around like a headless chicken, chasing after high-value targets, then that meant chaos was coming.And chaos?That was his domain.But he couldn't just act as Raven.No, if he wanted to move freely—if he wanted to stir the pot, pit factions against each other, and start breaking the town's economy—he needed a new identity.Something completely separate from his real self.Frost Eye.The name formed in his mind instantly.It was perfect.Cold, distant, and untraceable. A phantom in the shadows, a figure who could be blamed for any chaos that unfolded in Viles Town.Raven leaned back, a slow smirk forming on his lips.Alex was just an observation for now.But soon?Soon, he would be a stepping stone to something much bigger.

The rooftops of Viles Town were quiet, the moon casting long shadows over the streets below. Hidden within those shadows, Frost Eye crouched silently, his dagger twirling effortlessly between his fingers.

His gaze was locked onto Alex, the fool stumbling through the streets like a lost man.

A man with no way out.

A man who didn't even know he was being hunted.

Frost Eye had been watching for a while now, trailing Alex through the town's winding alleys. The idiot was still reeling from Sophie's orders, likely thinking of how to bring the merchant ledger without getting himself killed.

Fool.

He didn't realize the real danger was much closer than any merchant guild.

Frost Eye had been moments away from making his move. Not to kill Alex—no, that would be a waste. He wanted to see how much more pressure Alex could take before he shattered. Would he run? Would he fight? Or would he simply break apart, turning into yet another disposable pawn?

But just as he prepared to strike—

He saw him.

A figure standing in the middle of the street, fists clenched, body tense like a drawn bowstring.

Even from this distance, even without seeing his face clearly—Frost Eye knew.

K.

A slow smirk curled at the corner of his lips before fading. K was furious. His body language was sharp, his breathing uneven but controlled—like a man barely keeping himself from tearing the entire town apart.

Frost Eye didn't need to guess why.

He knows.

Garrett was dead.

The news had reached him. And judging by the raw fury radiating off him, K wasn't here to mourn. He was here to find the one responsible.

Frost Eye's grip on his dagger tightened.

This… was earlier than expected.

He had known K would show up eventually, but he had planned to be long gone by then—hidden in the shadows, pulling the strings from a safe distance.

A direct confrontation?

Not yet.

Frost Eye didn't fear K. But fighting him now, in the open, in a town filled with players and NPCs that could turn hostile at any moment? That was reckless.

He wasn't here to make mistakes.

He was here to build chaos.

So, with a flicker of movement, he vanished into the darkness, retreating to the safety of the rooftops, watching from above.

But his eyes never left Alex.

The fool had no idea that K's wrath was coming. No idea that he was still a pawn in a game far larger than himself.

And Frost Eye?

He was going to make sure Alex played his role perfectly.

The air in Viles Town felt suffocating.

Something had shifted.

A storm was brewing, one fueled by blood and vengeance.

Frost Eye remained crouched atop a rooftop, his hood pulled low, his dagger resting against his palm as he observed the town below. His sharp gaze followed K, who stood frozen in the middle of the street, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

His entire body trembled—not with fear, but with rage.

Frost Eye could feel the fury radiating from him.

And he didn't need to guess why.

K knows.

He knows about Garrett's death.

His brother was gone, and now he was standing at the crossroads of the town, not as a grieving man—but as a hunter searching for his prey.

The usual background noise of the town—the shouting of NPC merchants, the clanking of armor, the murmurs of passing players—had faded into an eerie silence.

No one approached K.

No one dared.

Even the most reckless players knew not to get in his way.

K inhaled sharply, his chest rising as he tried to control himself—then, without hesitation, he strode forward, boots slamming against the cobblestone.

His target?

The auction house.

Frost Eye's smirk deepened.

"Oh? Now this is interesting."

He had expected K to storm through the streets blindly, tearing apart anyone who got in his way. But this? This was different.

K wasn't acting on blind rage.

He was thinking. Tracking. Hunting.

And that meant he was retracing Garrett's last steps.

Which led to one person.

Alex: A Fool Carrying a Death Sentence

Alex moved through the streets like a walking corpse, his mind racing with fear and frustration.

He was clutching his bag tightly—too tightly—as if that alone could protect him from what was coming.

Inside that bag sat the merchant ledger.

The very thing Sophie had ordered him to retrieve.

A book filled with records of deals, transactions, and debts from the most powerful traders in Viles Town. A book worth a fortune.

And now?

It felt heavier than anything he had ever carried.

Sophie's last words still rang in his ears.

"You don't get to make choices, Alex. You exist to work. Now do what you're told."

Alex clenched his teeth, forcing himself to move forward.

He had already lost Phantom Strike like an idiot. He couldn't afford to mess up again.

At least he had secured the alchemy furnace and the ledger. That had to be enough, right?

Right?

But as he turned the corner, his stomach dropped.

Because standing right outside the auction house, scanning the crowd with the eyes of a man ready to kill, was K.

Alex's breath caught in his throat.

His heart pounded violently against his ribs as a cold sweat broke out across his skin.

K was here.

And the way his gaze locked onto Alex—sharp, unrelenting—meant he was looking for someone.

For him.

Alex stiffened, instinctively taking a step back. His grip tightened around his bag.

His mind screamed at him to run.

But he couldn't.

Because running meant guilt.

Running meant death.

And so he stood frozen, caught between the crushing weight of the ledger in his bag and the storm brewing in front of him.

From the Shadows: Frost Eye Watches

Above them, hidden in the shadows, Frost Eye watched the scene unfold with quiet amusement.

This was perfect.

Alex had exactly what K needed—the ledger filled with the town's most valuable trade secrets.

And K?

K had exactly what Alex feared—power, rage, and a reason to tear him apart.

Frost Eye's dagger twirled between his fingers as he leaned forward slightly, calculating his next move.

He could intervene.

He could turn this encounter into a bloodbath, pit them against each other, ignite the chaos he craved.

Or—

He could do nothing and let Alex's stupidity lead him straight to his own destruction.

Either way…

This was going to be fun.