For 13 long years, I’ve been on an endless hunt for the mythical Level 7 Ruin.
Countless servers, worlds, and migrations—I’ve seen it all. I witnessed the birth of heroes, the first of their kind, rising like legends from the dust. I stole crystals from aggressive ruins, feeling the thrill of survival in every heist. I remember the day I commanded my first 100,000 archers, a force so terrifying that entire realms trembled at their sight, with prayers whispered to gods hoping I’d look the other way.
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The first time I deciphered an attack strategy, it was nothing short of divine revelation. The moment I amassed 10 million warriors, I was struck with disbelief—how on earth would I feed them all? I’ve conquered countless salty lakes and collected dozens of legendary grails, but nothing—absolutely nothing—compares to the intoxicating allure of defeating a Level 7 Ruin.
Evening Rituals and the Call of Battle
It’s 7 PM. You’re home from work, weary but eager. Throughout the day, you’ve stolen glances at the game, ensuring your demonic beasts are thriving. Notifications pop up—could it be? A 7? Or is it just another 1? Heart racing, I immediately pull my hero from Stonehenge and begin preparations. Scrolls are readied, strategies form in my mind like lightning within the span of 5.5 minutes.
I frantically type in the guild chat, private messages, and finally, I break down and call my friend. The excitement in my voice is palpable. “The 7 is here!” I exclaim, and before I know it, we’re both running toward it.
My friend, clad in his dazzling King’s Set, remains unseen—a ghostly force of nature. Meanwhile, I activate my Scroll of Invisible Mission, slipping past the shadows unnoticed. Together, we approach the ruin, our hearts pounding in unison.
The Final Countdown
The Ruin loomed ahead like a silent monolith, ancient and unyielding, its malevolent aura casting a shadow over the battlefield. My forces stood poised at the precipice of history, their numbers vast yet their resolve laser-sharp. The weight of my 10 million warriors bore down on me, but in this moment, I was no mere commander. I was the harbinger of doom, the orchestrator of ruin.
As the attack commenced, time seemed to stretch and fracture. My archers took their positions, a sea of taut bows glinting in the dim, foreboding light. The sound of a thousand strings snapping in unison was a symphony of destruction, each arrow a harbinger of death, cutting through the air like whispers of an unstoppable storm. The first wave struck with precision, piercing the outer defenses, their glowing shields shattering like fragile glass beneath the force of my strategy.
Behind them, the warbeasts charged. Their roars shook the very earth, and I could almost hear the Ruin tremble in its ancient arrogance. Clad in enchanted armor, their primal fury was unmatched, tearing through walls of flame and traps designed to deter even the bravest. The ruin’s defenders, fierce and relentless, met them with everything they had—but what could they do against the unrelenting tide of 13 years of strategy, sacrifice, and burning ambition?
In the distance, my ally—the King himself—moved like a phantom, his King’s Set shimmering with an otherworldly light. His strikes were elegant, surgical, and devastating. Each blow carved through the Ruin’s defenses with the precision of a scalpel wielded by a master surgeon. And I, cloaked in the power of the Scroll of Invisible Mission, became the unseen shadow. I darted through the chaos, striking where it hurt the most, the ruin’s very lifeblood bleeding out in waves of crimson and ash.
The Ruin retaliated with desperate ferocity. Spires of fire erupted from the ground, trying to engulf my forces. Shadows leapt from the walls, fangs and claws slicing through the air. But my warriors stood resolute. My archers rained down volley after volley, extinguishing the darkness with an endless cascade of light. My warbeasts crushed all resistance underfoot, their fury fueled by the legacy I had carved for them.
The final blow was mine. With a command that echoed across the battlefield, my forces surged forward as one unstoppable wave. The Ruin’s core—a pulsating, seething mass of dark energy—lay exposed. My hero, sword blazing with the power of a thousand battles, plunged into the heart of the beast. A shockwave erupted, a blinding light engulfing the battlefield. And then—silence.
When the dust settled, all that remained was the shattered husk of the once-mighty Ruin. My warriors, battered but victorious, raised their weapons in triumph. My ally, the King, stood beside me, his face lit with a victorious grin. And I, for the first time in 13 long years, stood not as a hunter, but as a legend.
The Legend Lives On
The thrill, the adrenaline, the moment you’ve been waiting for… 13 years of dedication, of failures and triumphs, all culminating in this one climactic
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13 Years Chasing the Elusive Level 7 Ruin
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13 Years Chasing the Elusive Level 7 Ruin
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Re: 13 Years Chasing the Elusive Level 7 Ruin
I knew RamboV 13 years ago... 

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Re: 13 Years Chasing the Elusive Level 7 Ruin
In order to get the reward you need to describe the annihilation more literary.
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Re: 13 Years Chasing the Elusive Level 7 Ruin
Edited.freeharika wrote: ↑24 Jan 2025, 13:24 In order to get the reward you need to describe the annihilation more literary.
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Re: 13 Years Chasing the Elusive Level 7 Ruin
The rewards are waiting for you on the server.
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