Sabbath typed sothing on Kiernan's phone, using both thumbs, as he grabbed the phone like a hawk would grab a small rodent.
"And… here we go!"
He showed the phone to Kiernan.
The small screen was black. In the center of it, there was a bar that one could write anything down. Like a search bar, basically.
"What is this?"
Kiernan took the phone.
"Chat app for mbers of Martial Order. There is a passcode requirent. morize it because I will only say it once."
Kiernan nodded, ready to write the code down on the phone.
"True immortality is belief. A belief that we will never die. It's fleeting, hard to keep hold of, but is ultimately the key to eternal life. Don't fall down to the pits of despair, because darkness will look back at you and smirk."
Kiernan wrote it all down, surprised by how long the re passcode was. If he hadn't already written it down, he would've already forgotten about it.
'Let's see. I must quickly morize it.'
He read it through over and over again. Slowly, yet surely, he began rembering it without having to look at the phone.
'Alright…'
Kiernan then pressed enter, and the screen changed from the black welcoming screen to a white screen.
[Write down your na]
"Before you continue. I'll tell you a few things. First of all, never reveal that you're Kiernan Hunter. Never. Everyone keeps their identities secret there.
"We talk about world news there mostly, but also exchange knowledge with equal trade. And always rember, trust no one there. We might be of the sa order, but in the end, we don't really know why we were invited to Martial Order."
"How did you enter Martial Order?"
Kiernan asked out of curiosity.
Sabbath sighed, rembering the mories of the past, and then said.
"I was one of the first ones. A man appeared in my dreams. I can't really rember much of the dream, but when I woke up, I had this app on my phone, and for so reason, I rembered the passcode as if it was engraved into my mories.
"We, original masters of Martial Order, were the only ones there at first. However, then another person started talking there. He went by the na of Old King. We all believe that he was the man of the dreams, as his level of knowledge is beyond anything we've experienced.
"Old King told us to start recruiting disciples. Bind them with God's Contract before inviting them to Martial Order.
"He taught us things that we didn't think were even possible. God's Contract, for example, is an extrely powerful tool, but we aren't allowed to misuse it.
"Otherwise, we would be kicked out of the Martial Order, and I don't want to lose all the knowledge I've acquired."
Kiernan listened with a thoughtful look. By the sounds of it, this Martial Order was basically a secret society.
"Now that you know most of it, write a na for yourself, and then you can start talking in the chat. Make sure that the na doesn't really hint at who you are.
"I chose the na Rockstar because it misleads everyone. I am sure few of them believe that I am a singer or so shit since I travel a lot and have such a nickna."
Kiernan nodded, thought about his na for a quick na, then shrugged his shoulders and wrote a random thought into the na bar.
[Na: Revenant]
[Welco to 'Martial Order' Revenant!]
The screen changed again.
From the white screen, the chat appeared on the screen. It was currently empty as if no one had ever talked there before.
At that mont, the first ssage appeared.
[User 'Revenant' has joined the chat!]
Ding! Ding!
A notification appeared on Sabbath's phone. He quickly checked it out and smiled.
"Revenant, huh? Good, very good."
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"Why is there no chat history? I thought you guys had been talking in the chat."
"The previous chat ssages are hidden to you. The shared knowledge there is enormous, and you can't receive those knowledge free. You must pay for it."
"Can't you tell ?"
"Haha!"
Sabbath laughed and shook his head.
"I will only teach you martial arts. That knowledge will stay by my side. If you and another person of the Martial Order want to have a private exchange of knowledge, you two can enter a private chat room to do so.
"I've done that with a few."
Ding! Ding!
At that mont, ssages started pouring into the chat room.
[Cold Shade: Welco~ You must be Rockstar's disciple]
[Imperio: This brat survived the Bath of Pain?]
[Wingless Butterfly: Welco to Martial Order!]
[Gentle Rose: Welco to the club of the lonely. If you're willing to trade so knowledge or items of imnse value, hit up
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