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MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

In 2100 at the turn of the century the first full dive VMMORPG game 'Omega' was released With its breath-taking graphics and possible adventures many players flocked to the game, but it all changed when the fun game currency had equated a real life value ......starting the money rush! Elite players made guilds and continued to rise but those at the bottom could only suffer in silence. Rudra was such a bottom rung player, he had excellent reflex and was a great team leader , however his guild wronged him, his efforts only reaped rewards for his superiors . His father was disappointed in him and his mother died because his family did not have enough money for her treatment. Used as a slave by the guild as a expendable worker class he died one night when his then best friend pushed him from a flight of stairs over an in - game item. Luckily he had experienced rebirth, and was one step ahead of everyone else. Luckily, He had the chance to get back at everyone who wronged him and help everyone who stood by him. In his ‘past life’, he had spent countless nights awake, in grief and anguish. However, although all of this had been washed away, so what…? This life, he was determined to make a fierce counterattack against fate and stand at the very top! Cover not mine found it on Pinterest, DM for removal Discord id :- Raj_shah_7152#3385 discord link :- https://discord.gg/KJtRdwcW94

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Into the mud

Rudra was a force to be reckoned with when he went wild on the battlefield. Not only could nobody even scratch him , he was faster and more agile than war horses sprinting at their full speed. 

Rudra used [ Cloud Feet ] to have extremely nimble movement as he was a one man train wreck for the advancing forces. 

Rudra's goal was clear : - Don't let any of the invading forces past the 1 killometer line . 

And his wishes were conveyed clearly to the 200,000 elite assaulters that charger onto the Battlefront with him , trying to hold down the enemy forces as the archers and the mounted weapons on the Elite walls gunned the enemy down. 

It was undoubtedly a bloody battle , as losses mounted on both sides at all four Battlefronts , however while the losses on the side of the blood merchants were larger , so were their numbers , hence every loss of life hit the elites way more than it hit the pushing enemy forces.