MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

Viles Town was a starting hub, a place where new players gathered before venturing into the world. The streets were packed with adventurers barely out of the tutorial—Level 1 and Level 2 players who had yet to experience real danger. Most still wore the basic leather armor they'd received at character creation, their weapons no better than iron daggers and wooden clubs.

Dark Solution had made this town their breeding ground.

They weren't powerful here, not yet—but they were numerous. Low-level recruits flooded the area, joining the guild in exchange for protection and guidance. Their numbers gave them an illusion of strength.

That illusion shattered the moment the system announcement rang out.

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A deep chime echoed across Viles Town.

Every player—no matter where they were—froze as a bold red notification appeared in their vision.

> [System Announcement: Dark Solution members in Viles Town have been marked as targets by local thug NPCs.]

> [Hostile NPCs will actively attack all Dark Solution members.]

> [Warning: Viles Town has entered a volatile state. Player deaths may result in severe item and currency loss.]

A few players exchanged nervous glances.

Then a scream shattered the silence.

A Level 2 Dark Solution rogue had been stabbed in the back. A thug NPC—a filthy, scar-covered man with a rusted shiv—twisted the blade deeper into the rogue's ribs before kicking him forward onto the cobblestone.

The rogue twitched once, then went still.

> [Critical Hit! You have been slain by a Viles Town Thug.]

His silver coins—no more than a handful—spilled onto the street.

A nearby Level 1 swordsman hesitated for just a second before lunging forward, swiping up the silver and darting into an alley.

The first act of looting.

The next came seconds later.

A Level 1 Dark Solution archer, still confused by the announcement, turned to run—only for a thug to smash a club against the back of his skull. The low-level player collapsed instantly, dropping a basic shortbow and a few silver pieces.

Another bystander snatched up the bow before the body hit the ground.

Then came the next kill.

Then the next.

And suddenly—

Viles Town erupted into chaos.

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NPC thugs flooded the streets like a pack of rabid animals, their AI rewritten by the system's directive.

A Level 2 Dark Solution fighter tried to fight back, raising his rusted iron sword—but the moment he swung, three thugs tackled him to the ground. Their fists and clubs rained down on him, breaking his armor, his bones, his HP bar. He didn't even get a single hit in.

> [You have been slain.]

His loot?

5 silver coins.

A worn-out helmet.

The garbage-tier drops weren't worth much—but to Level 1 scavengers, they were everything.

Players—newbies who had struggled to kill even wild boars outside town—turned into vultures. They descended on the fallen, grabbing whatever they could before moving to the next.

A Level 1 Dark Solution mage raised his hands, desperately trying to plead for mercy.

"Wait! I don't even—"

A knife to the throat cut him off.

The thug looted his corpse. 2 silver.

He scoffed and moved on.

The city guards did nothing.

They simply watched, their usual patrols unchanged. The law of Viles Town had shifted—Dark Solution was no longer under its protection.

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At the town gates, a group of Level 2 Dark Solution members tried to flee.

"Run! RUN!"

They barely made it five steps before a volley of arrows rained down from the rooftops.

The NPC archers—who had never interfered before—suddenly unleashed hell.

> [Viles Town Guards: Exit Lockdown Engaged.]

The gates had become a slaughterhouse.

One by one, the fleeing players collapsed, their bodies littering the entrance like a grisly warning.

The few survivors who made it back into town found no safe haven.

A Level 2 cleric tried to take cover inside an inn—but the door didn't open. The innkeeper, an NPC, just smiled and locked it.

A Level 1 thief dove into an alley—only to find it filled with waiting thugs.

A Level 2 Dark Solution officer shouted, trying to rally the survivors.

"We can still—"

A dagger buried itself in his skull.

His body hit the ground before the order could leave his lips.

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And from his vantage point above it all, K watched.

His brother's ledger rested in his hands.

The proof.

Dark Solution was responsible.

And now, they would pay.

K's fingers curled around his dagger.

This was only the beginning.

K perched on the rooftop of a crumbling tavern, watching the chaos below unfold like a carefully orchestrated tragedy.

The system announcement had turned Viles Town into a hunting ground.

Dark Solution members ran in every direction, their weapons drawn, their voices filled with panic. The thug NPCs were relentless, cutting down anyone wearing the guild insignia. And if the NPCs didn't get them, the low-level scavengers did.

Players who had once cowered at the sight of Dark Solution members were now emboldened. A mob of Level 1 players had overpowered a struggling Dark Solution rogue, beating him down with whatever weapons they had. The poor fool's body hit the cobblestone, his inventory spilling silver coins onto the ground.

Like rats, the scavengers swarmed.

K didn't care about them.

His focus was on the ledger in his hands.

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The Ledger That Changed Everything

K's grip tightened around the worn leather cover.

This book contained everything.

Debts. Blackmail. Secret dealings between nobles and merchants. His brother's work—years of careful documentation, every name written in his precise handwriting.

His brother had been a merchant, but also a power broker.

With this ledger, he had controlled who owed what, who was vulnerable, and who could be ruined with a single revelation.

And yet—

Dark Solution had taken it.

K didn't know how. Maybe they had stolen it. Maybe they had bought it from someone who didn't know its value.

But none of that mattered.

His brother was dead.

And the last thing he had left behind—his greatest weapon—had ended up in the hands of the very people who might have had a hand in his death.

K's blood boiled.

Dark Solution had touched what was his.

Now, he would take everything from them.

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The First Target

K's eyes sharpened as he scanned the battlefield below.

He needed a lone target. Someone isolated. Someone easy to kill.

Then, he saw him.

A Level 2 Dark Solution enforcer.

The man was staggering down an alleyway, blood leaking from a gash across his ribs. His HP bar hovered just above 50%.

His hands trembled as he clutched his wound, his breathing ragged.

"Not long now," K thought.

The enforcer was injured, desperate, and unaware.

Perfect.

K moved.

Silent. Swift. Lethal.

He stepped off the rooftop, landing on a wooden beam that overlooked the alley. The enforcer dragged himself forward, completely oblivious to the death looming above him.

K gripped his dagger.

One strike. That was all it would take.

He waited for the perfect moment—

The enforcer stumbled forward, passing directly beneath him.

K dropped.

> [Backstab – Critical Hit!]

The dagger sank deep into the enforcer's spine.

A sharp gasp of pain tore from the man's throat. His body twitched violently—a reflexive, useless attempt to resist.

Then, he collapsed.

Dead before he hit the ground.

> [You have slain a Dark Solution member.]

[Loot Dropped: 4 Silver Coins, Iron Dagger (Durability Low).]

K barely looked at the loot.

He wasn't here for silver.

This was only the beginning.

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The Hunt Continues

K melted into the shadows, stalking his next target.

The city was in full chaos.

NPC thugs patrolled the streets, attacking anyone bearing the Dark Solution insignia. Low-level players had turned into opportunistic murderers, striking down anyone too weak to fight back.

K used the mayhem to his advantage.

Another Dark Solution rogue ran for his life, darting between buildings.

K followed.

The rogue slipped into a half-burnt storage house, pressing his back against the wooden beams.

He was trying to wait out the chaos.

K stepped inside.

The rogue turned just in time to see the gleam of a dagger.

One clean strike—a blade across the throat.

The rogue collapsed, gurgling on his own blood.

> [You have slain a Dark Solution member.]

[Loot Dropped: 3 Silver Coins, Leather Armor (Torn).]

K stepped over the body, his expression unreadable.

Still not enough.

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The Butcher of Viles Town

K continued his massacre.

A Level 1 cleric begged for mercy.

K slit his throat.

A Level 2 fighter tried to fight back.

K dodged his swing and plunged a dagger into his heart.

A wounded archer crawled through the dirt, trying to reach safety.

K stomped on his head, finishing the job.

> [You have slain a Dark Solution member.]

Kill after kill, his wrath consumed Viles Town.

One by one, he erased them.

And still—

It wasn't enough.

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The Bounty That Set Viles Town on Fire

K stood in the middle of the blood-soaked streets, his dagger dripping with crimson.

His work alone wasn't enough.

He needed more death. More destruction.

So, he opened local chat.

> [K]: 1 silver for every Dark Solution member you kill. No questions asked.]

A simple message.

But it set Viles Town on fire.