MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

Max looked at his bronze rated armour and felt nervous regarding his appearance. Everyone around him were in silver or gold rated equipment with some of the tier 3 players even in dark gold rated equipment , yet he was barely even bronze.

The other tier 1 players atleast had a full set of Armour on their body , however max only had leather boots of common grade and a bronze armour with one silver sword and one stone sword and a few common daggers in his inventory.

As the army lined up and a tier 2 overseer was assigned to a group of every 100 tier 0 and 1's , the army was structured into the tier 4 generals at the top , followed by the tier 3 captains , the tier 2 overseers and the tier 0 and 1 fodder.

The tier 2 overseer of Max's unit was a knight class and from his facial hair style and his choice of weapons , max could clearly see that the guy was a Shakuni wannabe.

Max waited for a few words of motivation from his overseer before the marching orders came , as he had seen his brother motivate the elites time and time again before every war , however those words were never spoken .

The army was asked to roll out into the fight , and roll out they did as units walked in compact formation of 10 files of 10 rows each .

In 25 short minutes the army reached the village gates and somewhere from behind the screaming order of ' Halt ' came and the overseer trained to repeat the order hence screamed halt!

The marching stopped and tried to peek past the men ahead of him to see why they had stopped at enemy gates , however his movements were heavily reprimanded by his colleagues.

" Stop moving peasant , show some discipline".

Someone disdained with Max's low quality equipment talked down on him , as Max felt frustrated and embarrassed by the situation and stopped moving.

Humiliation was a bitter poison that he never wanted to endure , however he knew that at the moment he had no identity and for him to become someone he needed to start from somewhere, and there was no shame in having a humble beginning.

Calming down , Max drew his swords out as while his stone sword looked crude and knicked at many parts, his silver sword glistened brightly.

" Peasant trade me that sword for two pieces of bread ".

A voice came from behind Max as someone who beleived himself to be a funny man tried to joke with Max.

" If Two pieces of bread is too much , how about two pieces of my sh** ".

The man followed up with a joke and the unit started to chuckle , Max's face was flushed red in anger and embarassment as he carefully decided the best course of action.

However his chance for revenge was overshadowed by the horn of war , as his tier 2 commander shouted " CHARRGEEE".

Max had no idea as to what happened ahead of him or why were they suddenly charging , but he understood that such was the life of a common soldier , they had to just do as they were told.

" Agghhhh "

The men around him let out a war-cry as the filed marching starting to loosen down and soon completely break down into a free run.

Infront of his own eyes Max noticed how the 2 week intense training about attacking in formation crumpled down as the idiots infront of him broke files and charged like barbarians.

Naturally, this painted an open target for the archers of the village who blew the heads off many of his colleagues.

Max tried his best to run in his own file , however it wasn't until an arrow narrowly zoomed past his cheek that his chest tightened in fear and his perception of the fight broke down.

For max this was the opportunity of a lifetime to live the dream of playing Omega and participating in big wars , unlike others he could not afford to die here today and just move on with life like nothing happened , he needed to survive and he needed to improve!

His senses hence went into hyperdrive as he let survival instinct take over . Breaking formation himself he calculated the positions the archers were currently stationed in and the angles from which they could hit him. From then on choosing to run behind a man who covered that exact angle from the Archer , Max managed to enter the village fray where the actual fighting began.

A huge looking tier 1 lesser demon seemed to have noticed him as he swung down his curved blade towards Max's shoulders and Max defended by meeting the blow with his sword overhead.

BLOCK!

Max's back instantly hit the floor as the wind was knocked out of his chest , however although his position was absolutely bad , his right hand still blocked the curved blade from slicing his body hence in terms of HP , little to no damage had been done.

The lesser demon raised his sword once more and Max got a split second to throw a dagger with his left free hand as he accurately pierced one of the demon's eye.

" Oaarrghhhh". The demon screamed as it dropped it's weapon and clutched the pierced eye with both his arms , leaving his full body exposed to the enemy.

" Thankyou sir Jhonny" , Max said as he profousely thanked the number one mercenary to have rigorously trained him in the art of throwing daggers which led to him having an opening to kill a demon today.

Plunging both his swords deep inside the exposed gut , Max managed to finally take down one tier 1 opponent.

He then proceeded to level up twice due to the encounter !

/// Special shoutout to Sivanthe for the 5000 coin magic castle and congratulations to us for hitting the 200 GT target.

Today will hence be a 3 chapter day , this being the normal one for the day .

The map of hell that i had commissioned is finally complete, i will attach a low quality document in the comments below so do checkout , the better quality will be uploaded on the discord channel ///