MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master
MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master - Chapter 463: Stage 3

Stage 3 of the event was temple run style game , however the problem was , that there were 185 members.

The terrain behind the last person started to crumple the moment the last one entered the running area , and everyone knew at that moment that they needed to run.

However in a narrow passage where only 3 people can fit at max , the line was quite long and crowded.

The challenge in this stage was that , the pack leader had to set a pace such that the last member could survive without falling down. However , the speed of the floor crumbling behind the last guy , was varying. Meaning that the pack leader had to speeden up and slow down according to the varying speed of the crumple all the while dodging the obstacles in his Path , making sure that he/she doesn't stumble to cause a massive elimination behind them.

The margin for error in this level was very low , while it needed extreme coordination between the group to clear . On the plus side , game coins were straight inside the path of One's run. Meaning that untill they kept running , they were sure to get the money and objects.

Rudra was the pack leader alongside Karna and Neatwit. While the back of the pack was SMG who would shout commands to the front end to either make haste or slow down.

Overall the Elites started their run , but it was a struggling mess straight away , as dodging the objects was an incredibly challenging task when your visibility was only the person infront of you.

Things took a turn for the worst , when the first turning of the level came , here Rudra had two choices on going right or left and he picked right. However the turn was at a sharp 90° and although he Neatwit and Karna made a swift turning , the same could not be said for everyone , as 9 Elite members tumbled to their falls on not having enough space to turn .

Slowly as the pace at which the floor was crumbling increased , the front three were in a full sprint , as the middle lines struggled to keep up.

The fast dodging of the in the way obstacles resulted in a stumble at the near back lines , causing 5 lines to be eliminated at once , as SMG plummeted to his fall alongside those who stumbled at the back lines.

Things only got more difficult from that point on , as without SMG regulating the pace , more and more Elites at the back lines struggled , as the calls going to Rudra to make haste or slow down were not ideal , causing some members to die every now and then.

After about 1 hour of running and countless turns , the originally 185 Elites were shrunk downto just a 105 , as 80 members had died in this level.

Rudra was starting to get worried as there was no end in sight no matter how much he ran and he was loosing members every soo often , when as if things were not hard enough already , the group passed by flying monkeys.

The flying monkeys took an interest in the running group and would randomly swoop in to try and harass the runners. This lead to a attention split , as one had to keep track of the road obstacles and the flying monkeys to keep on track.

However , this was extremely taxing as since the flying monkeys joined , only within 10 minutes the elites were down to just 70 members.

Rudra decided that enough was enough when a flying monkey flew with his rear pointed towards Rudra , as he brought out elven sword and used 10,000 sword cuts!

SHRIEKS of injured monkeys fell on everyone's ears as the monkeys scurried away in panic , as the group breathed in a sigh of relief. Making the next 10 minutes smooth to go about.

After exactly 2 hours , the group finally reached the end of the stage as everyone was physically and mentally exhausted with stamina running extremely low , as Rudra took the headcount to realize that the 185 elites had shrunk down to 65 in the course of this level. The casualities being extremely high , this level took a lot out of the elites , as even SMG tumbled to his death.

However , a dungeon notification brightened the mood a little.

Dungeon notification : Congratulations to the party 'True Elites ' for completing the third stage of the event dungeon ' Lottery Of Jackpots ' . Calculating your rewards

Time taken : 2 hours 13 seconds

Death count : 120

Coin collection : 1500/1500

Rating : A

Rewards :

+10 Flying monkey eggs

+15 thunderclap shoes ( epic )

+10 spell books [ Floor Crumple ] ( unique )

+1500 * 10,000 coins

+ 5 lottery spin tickets !

The rewards were decent!

( Meanwhile in hell )

Lucifer had gained an ally in Aman , and was now benefiting from Aman's blood that he had dripped over the time he was crucified in captivity .

Every drop that he drank of Micheal's divine powers , the more he felt revitalized and energized. His experience bar , that would not even move half a point if he massacared a village of dragons , would move by half a point when he would drink about 100 ml of Micheal's blood.

Which was why Lucifer considered the option of killing Aman and draining his body of every single drop of blood that he had. However , knowing that he had other more important uses , Lucifer restrained himself.

Recently , Lucifer had met someone interesting , a mortal who called himself ' The prophet '.

Someone who accurately predicted bits of future time and time again , and one of his predictions was that when Mazikeen would attack Purplehaze city , Aman would find his way there.

Considering the fact that this indeed happened , the prophet gained some credibility from Lucifer , however Lucifer could never take the weak mortal that he could kill with just a sight seriously.

The human was too cautious for his own good , yet not in the right position to advice the ruler of Hell.

Lucifer although letting the mortal roam free , already told him sternly , to better know his place , as warning the devil himself of a sinister enemy was not something a small ant like him should do.

/// Bonus chapter for the super gift by Cervantez91 . Thank him in the comments for this one ///