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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

Raj_Shah_7152 · 游戏
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Shock The World

Scar-Face was extremely frustrated when the report came in that the elites had somehow sealed the two holes in the western walls shut. 

How was it even possible to construct such a large section of wall in one night? He wondered as he crushed the report in his hand. 

Despite his anger and frustration the reality remained that all their gains from day 2 were made pointless with the wall standing tall once again. 

This packed a psychological impact that was felt not only by the leaders of the group , but even the most basic foot soldiers as morale was low in the blood merchant camp after two days of war. 

The merchants had undoubtedly lost a lot more forces than the elites and despite themselves being the superior force , there was no tangible progress in the war against the Elites. 

Hence day 3 started with a frustrated note for the merchants , who now stepped out with the might of their full forces rather than sending smaller segments.