Martial Online.



After Ambrose finished his swordsmanship training for the day, he returned to Warhaven.

As he walked down the Street of Alcohol, he arrived at the bar, which he had visited several times already.

Once he stepped through the open doors, he saw the familiar bartender accepting orders from the customers.

Ambrose glanced at the public bounty board and saw that his bounty hadn't increased. Then he moved onto the bar counter and said.

"The usual."

"Oh, you are back." The bartender, Isaac, said with a smile and took a bottle of Galu Gin, which he placed in front of Ambrose. "This is a new drink I received from the outside. Want to give it a try?"

"Oh, sure." Ambrose nodded.

After pouring the drink into a small cup, Isaac handed it over to Ambrose, who took a small sip and shrugged his shoulders.

"Better than the whiskey, that's for sure." Ambrose replied, but he was comparing two drinks that tasted horrible.

After Isaac finished attending to other customers, he walked over to Ambrose and asked.

"I heard you, Johann, and that bearded lady visited the owner of House of Gambling."

"Yeah... we did." Ambrose said and drank the so-called Galu Gin.

"I have heard about him," Isaac said with a bothered gaze. "Russian, the Conqueror of the West."

"What's up with his title?" Ambrose asked curiously.

"I'm not exactly sure." Isaac said, but then continued. "However, all I know is that he was a warlord before. He had an army and all that. They terrorized countless towns and villages in the west.

"Now, Russian is the lord of Street of Gambling, its his territory."

"Hmm." Ambrose finished his drink and leaned back on his stool. "Well, I'll have to visit the battlefield today."

"Mm, good luck." Isaac said and took the cup before cleaning it with a rag.

Then, a bushy-bearded man sat beside Ambrose and said with a husky tone. "Boss, Warthorn Whiskey."

"Right away." Isaac said and poured some of the Warthorn Whiskey into a small cup and handed it over to the bushy-bearded man.

Meanwhile, Ambrose stood up, paid for the drink because he didn't want to get it for free, and then left the bar.

After stepping out of the bar, he looked over to the Gates of Freedom that towered over the city.

As he was about to start walking towards there, a well-suited man walked with rapid steps down the sidewalk and saw the bald-headed young man.

"You, there."

"Hmm?" Ambrose glanced at the well-suited man with a frown.

He was already about to unsheathe his Red Sword if needed.

He didn't bring his Black Sword because only one remained, and he did not want to lose the last one.

Thus, he brought his Red Sword instead.

"My master, Russian, wants to meet you." The well-suited man said professionally, then stepped to the side and showed a path to the Street of Gambling. "Please, follow me."

'Huh?' Ambrose's eyes widened as he wondered what that crazy man wanted from him.

However, he knew that rejecting an offer from a red-ranked outlaw was a death sentence.

Therefore, he nodded and followed after the well-suited man.

They soon left the Street of Alcohol and saw the colorful building of the House of Gambling in the distance.

After entering the bustling building, Ambrose saw that another Death Race was happening in an hour.

The betting pools were already created, and the race seemed much closer than yesterday's based on the bets.

The well-suited man then led Ambrose up the stairs, and soon they arrived at the entrance of the room, where Russian Roulette was held.

Knock, knock—the well-suited man knocked twice before stepping to the side.

"Come in." A deep voice came from inside.

The well-suited man then opened the door and signaled to Ambrose that he may enter.

Ambrose narrowed his eyes and entered the room.

There, he saw the Russian seated alone with the long-barreled gun on the table.

After Ambrose saw that, he hoped that he wasn't going to be forced into another Russian Roulette game, as that was not good for his mental health.

"Haha, I have heard about players unnatural abilities of resurrection." Russian smirked. "I always thought that everyone was exaggerating, but even a bullet to the head didn't stop you from rising back from death."

Ambrose didn't sit down and instead stood with his hands behind his back.

"However, there seems to be a penalty of death." Russian said and then pulled out something from below the table.

It was a shiny black bladed sword with intricate design on the hilt.

"A truly nice sword." Russian said with a smile.

Ambrose gulped after seeing his sword, but it felt like there was a wide cliff in front of them.

He couldn't take the sword by force, even if he wanted to.

Russian traced his finger on the black blade, but then tossed it across the air towards Ambrose.

Ambrose caught it by surprise.

"It's your sword, haha." Russian laughed. "Also, I am not a swordsman."

"Huh..." Ambrose looked at him in surprise and then quickly stored the sword back in his inventory before Russian changed his mind.

"However, treat that as my gift." Russian smiled and looked into Ambrose's dull eyes. "I might ask for a favor in the future. I hope you don't forget this."

'Fuck.' Ambrose felt like slapping himself in the face.

He believed he should've guessed that Russian had some ulterior motive behind his gift.

Thud—the door suddenly swung wide open and crashed into the wall as a pale-faced man rushed in.

Russian frowned and knew that none of his men would enter this room without permission if it wasn't something incredibly urgent.

"Boss, I heard news from our brothers near Street of Death!"

"What is it?" Russian asked.

The man was about to answer, but then saw another person in the room and looked conflicted about whether he should say this in a stranger's presence.

Seeing his look, Russian said. "Just say it!"

"Yes, boss!" The man then nodded. "Our brothers saw movement in the Street of Death and they went to check it out.

"To their shock, the dead had risen again!"

"That's impossible." Russian stood up and looked into his subordinate's eyes to see if there was any redness around his sclera to see whether he had taken drugs, but they looked white as ever.

"I thought so, but then I personally went to check the sky on the battlefield, and no one fought there.

"Not even Inquisitors. They were all looking at the sky.

"Shockingly, the sky had a crescent moon!"

"What the hell!" Russian roared. "Night of the Crescent Moon should only come once a year. What had changed?"

"I am not sure, boss!"

'That means...' Ambrose looked as surprised as they were, even though he wasn't as knowledgeable about them.

He also wondered yesterday whether the range of the crescent moon reached every part of the world.

He wondered if the dead also rose in Yatagarasu and other cities, but when he asked Emma, she seemed confused.

Thus, either the cities had a way to ensure that didn't happen, or it didn't happen everywhere, or he was missing critical information.

Russian looked at Ambrose and said. "Well, I guess our meeting is over. Remember the favor, now you may leave."

Ambrose nodded and left the room while caressing his chin.

'Strange. Seeing Russian so shocked, this event must be more significant than I thought.'

After hearing about another Night of the Crescent Moon, he dropped the idea of going to the battlefield and instead planned to log off for tonight.

Now, he had more time to finish his training before spending a few hours doing research about ForeverTube!