MMORPG: Rise of The Dungeon Master.

Ding! Ding!

As Grave was shouting, a couple of notifications appeared in front of him. He ignored all those messages at this movement and started shouting with as much energy as he can.

Grave started dancing in the honor of Lady Cheol. This lady was just really helpful this time. He will definitely stay away from her in the future.

Many players were loudly shouting near him.

"fck guys, this suddenly becomes an event."

"Yeah, even C Rank event."

"What the hell with this event? The more you donate more your reputation increases."

"This is a biased event for rich players."

"Thank god there was no failure condition in this event like last time."

"Guys, I think this event is started by us like it's only happened because we decided to help the poor guy."

"Cheers to everyone. We were the maker of this event."

"Well, this event looked really fishy, like the more you donate, the more your fame increases in the city."

"This event is a fame farming machine for the rich players."

"Guys, check the top donation rank list. There is a fcking NPC name on the list."

"mmmm, let us check. What the fck will NPC get from this? Can they even see this interface?"

"do you know bro, this is something new?"

"Post it on the forum."

"I already did that waiting for someone to response about anything."

"Let's donate as much as we can. There is only one hour at the event."

"Yeah, we need to use this time before the guild comes over and forces this opportunity from us."

Many players were confused after seeing this event, but starting off this legit event changed the whole scenario. The dying event once again got revived and now players were fighting with one another to donate more to the old man.

A long queue of players formed in front of the old man to donate as much as they can. Players were still not sure how much they gained in fame by donations. Still, everybody donates as nobody wants to miss this simple event.

Players were not the only ones that came to donate. Many NPC came one after another to donate. The amount donated by NPC was far greater than that of players. No NPC donates less than 1 gold coin.

This continued for some time and only half an hour left before the event ended. At this time, 2 large groups made up of both top guild members present in the city entered the plaza.

Grave looked at both groups. There can be a start of a fight between two guilds. A leading member of both groups came forward and both sides choose a temporary truce to utilize the event as best as they can.

After coming to understanding, they forcefully remove the other players from the line. Now a line made up of both the Abyss guild and Razors' guild started donating. They did not allow any non-guild members to join the line.

Only when some of the NPC came to donate to the old man did they give the road to them. After one half- hr of intense hassle between the guilds to donate, the event finally came to an end.

As the event ended, the old man stop crying. He Slowly stand up and said.

"Thanks to all of you for my help. I will never forget the kindness of the people in Gazzi city."

Saying that, he picked up the now-filled storage box and start walking toward the slum outer ring area.

Grave looked at the old man's face and saw how the blindfold slightly lowered, not covering the eyes completely.

The old man had a wide smile on his face. Grave looked at the happy old man and sighed.

He knows what was about to happen.

As the old man is walking toward the slum, many players follow behind the old man. Instead of following them, Grave walked somewhere else.

The players following behind the old man enter the small roads of the slum. As they were following, many spoke.

"Guys, we need to know where this old guy lives."

"Yeah, many people want to know the whole story about this old man. We cannot miss this chance of getting famous."

"Event time is up, but there is no reward given as of now."

"May be when the old man reached his house, then all everyone will receive the reward."

"There is also a chance to take that money box from the old man."

"Shhhhhhh, Stop talking and start following."

Everyone nodded their heads at that. The old man looked at the players following him and smile a little. Today was an eye-opening movement for him. He really found someone at his level in this small city.

Every time an old man moved, the sound of coins in the box was one of the most satisfying sounds of his life. The old man mumbles to himself.

"Let's end my jobs here, employer. Heheeheheeh"

Saying that the Old man took a turn on a narrow road, Players rushed to follow him but as they turned toward the road nobody was there.

There was no old man, no money. There was nothing on the empty small road but some dog shit to smell.

"Where are the old guy?"

"He was just in front of us."

"Fck, how the hell he could disappear in front of us?"

As players were confused, they heard loud laughter. With laughter came ding!!!!

///////// ANNOUNCEMENT: Congratulation to all the players who donated to the old know as legendary fraud. Those who donated to the old man will receive a special title.

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Title: Fools

Effect: You are the stupid guy that can get scammed by anyone.

Int - -3

There is a high chance that you might get scammed by NPCs.

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Force title. You cannot remove this title for at least one whole day.

(It is life sometimes fraud happens. Do not take it to your heart that seriously. You should feel proud that a legend himself fraud you.)

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Forced title. u cannot remove it for at least one day.

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