At the entrance they had to perform a simple entrance test.
“Chwiik.”
The toll to get in by a user was to respond with a larger nasal sound.”
“Chwiyik!”
“Chwek!”
“Go ahead.”
Suddenly at the back of the dungeon there were a lot of people. There was a maze of shacks and a large number of people in them.
“Thank for letting me in. So…”
The two of them went around the dungeon. There were more than 20 thousand people gathered here. It much was evidence to the secret society in Morata.
Torches covered every wall.
“Here is the meat from the dragon slayer.”
“Oh, the dragon!”
“Here is your change.”
“Keep the change. Keep it.”
There were a bunch of people talking passionately. Most of them were beginners but there were also many high level users. They were the ones that were envious of Weed from the Continent of magic. He was a free as the wind but as destructive as a volcano. He did not tolerate the oppression of the big guilds. There was a large range of his supporters. Weed, from the Continent of Magic had built up a reputation and Morata was a good place to live so high level users were attracted there. That is how the underground society was formed. In the corner there were people that were handing out food for free. It wasn’t much so the people were eating it sparingly. The identity of the food they were eating was grass porridge. The group that Huto and Soreuban had joined was the Grass Porridge Cult. They had a total of 320 thousand members. The person that started the Grass Porridge Cult in the North was a user called Lemon. Lemon was a Saint from the Kingdom of Rosenheim. She had encountered the grass porridge for the first time during the construction of the pyramid.
“Oh cool.”
It was delicious.
Beginners did not eat much because they could not cook. In addition they were always hungry because of the huge physical labor they performed. When this happens, drinking the delicacy of grass porridge was exceptional. She had transported stones thirty nine times during the construction of the Pyramid and Sphinx.
She would never forget that emotional moment.
Thanks to the fame from the quest, it was a big help to her as a novice in and outside of Rosenheim. Lemon then began hunting and arrived in Morata. She remembers Weed exactly. He was an unscrupulous employer that exploited workers without any better treatment but there was the potential for compensation at the end! After the completion of the Statue of Freya, grass porridge spread through Morata like a wildfire.
New players would be given grass porridge to drink and then follow the group with respect. They would drink grass porridge after hunting. They would endure their problems with the Grass Porridge Cult. There were many advantages to grass porridge since it did not require many ingredients and it was filling. There was no need to eat at fancy restaurants since they had improved the grass porridge with sugar, ginseng, and moderates amounts of meat. There was plenty of it to eat and it tasted good.
Beginners faced a period of suffering. However, those that had participated in Weed’s quests formed close friendships. Lemon and the other players from the Kingdom of Rosenheim handed out free grass porridge to hungry players. Thus the Grass Porridge Cult formed with the shacks as the base which alleviated the sufferings of the beginners. Once it came to be known that Weed, the sculptor, and Weed, the God of War, were on and the same, then high level players started joining in Morata. They were disgusted with the unjust actions of the large guilds. Weed, the God of War was a symbol of power and freedom to them. Thus the Grass Porridge Cult grew rapidly in Morata. There were over 312 thousand low level users over level 50 and 8000 high level players!
Even if they left Morata for a quest, they would never forget their alliances to the province of Morata. The goal of the Grass Porridge Cult was to blindly follow Weed.
“In a moment, we will see a video of Karichwi.”
“Ohhhh!”
The atmosphere of the secret meeting became even more enthusiastic. Insteal of an unorganized rally speech, it was more like a festival. There were cooks that were making delicious grass porridge. In the center there was a bonfire with people dancing.
“Oh, there’s bamboo in it.”
“To think that I died once from eating poisonous mushrooms.”
The Grass Porridge Cult members were so happy from eating that they could die.
They were complete novices but they could still share their joys with each other.
After a lot of time, the sun started to come out.
In the center of the event a voice yelled out. He was wearing a thick robe on top of his head.
“Gentlemen, as you know there are many northern forces that intend on invading Morata!”
The atmosphere of the group was like a glass of cold water being spilt.
Beginners could only express hostility and anger from their eyes.
“They have spent a large sum of money on buying mercenaries to take over Morata. However, it will be like any other city. They will raise taxes.”
In order to regain their investment, they were bound to raise taxes. Especially if the guilds occupy Morata. Because of their greed to attack other cities, Morata was going to be caught in the vortex of war. The beginners were not deaf nor blind so they understood the situation. It had become very worrisome.
“We will lose our shacks. There will be a need to get licenses to hunt rabbits. This stops now. Let us protect Morata with out power!”
“Woooaaah!”
The beginners lifted their rusty swords and shouted cheers.
“Let’s sign up more members to the Grass Porridge Cult. Let us increase the number of people in Morata that believe in freedom and justice!”
To overcome the crisis, the beginners began to access the situation. The eyes of the man that started all of it lit up.
‘To think…that the technique that Weed taught me would work.’
Inflame the Grass Porridge Cult!
The user’s identity that conducted the event was Mapan.
Weed had handed over the production of fabrics to the Grass Porridge Cult for the duration of the war. With a minimal investment he would reap an maximum effect. Weed had concocted war preparations from behind the scenes.
“Hmm.”
“Ahem.”
“Cough.”
In a large clearing, Geomchi was sitting awkwardly. They had made a meeting with a group of female orcs. The one that organized it was Seechwi.
“This is Meru.”
“Please call me Meruchwi, chwiik!”
“I am called Geomchi.”
“My name is Chilcwhi. Chwichwit.”
“What a lovely name. I am Geomchi3.”
The Geomchis were busy introducing themselves to orcs. Favorable rumors were spreading amongst the orcs about Geomchi so the atmosphere was very friendly. After they came to a meeting, Geomchi132 sent a whisper.
— A war is going to take place in Weed’s Morata. We would like permission to go fight the invaders.
Geomchi’s thick eyebrows twitched since he was the representative of the group.
— What did you say?
— We would like to help with Weed during the siege.
— Siege? Are you sure that something so interesting is happening?
— It is. It’s all over the television about how they’re going to finally attack.
— It’s broadcasted on the television?
Geomchi jumped up from the spot.
“I’m sorry something urgent just came up. I’ll have to be going back now.”
“What…did I do something wrong. Chwit!”
“No, its just that the youngest is getting in a fight so can I have your contact info?”
Fighting a war was the most fun in the world. He had the opportunity to participate.