Raj_Shah_7152

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!




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MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

Rudra woke up back on Earth with a splitting backache.

His neck and back muscles felt like he had manually plowed the fields for hours yesterday eventhough he distinctly remembered not doing anything strenuous.

' You've got to be kidding me? Is it because i look handsome now? Does the unnamed god have such wild fantasies? To knock me out and use my body?

No wonder he became the professor of the Angels '. Rudra had dark thoughts concerning the unnamed god, however Gaia promptly interrupted him inorder to stop his wild fantasies from taking form as she informed Rudra of a very important piece of news " Master, Mistress Naomi is dead ".

Immediately Rudra jolted upright as his breathing quickened , he rushed to the hospital only to find hundereds of thousands of people queued outside the establishment with white roses and candles in hand, mourning for the loss of the world's first lady.

A cruel fate