MMORPG: Rise of The Dungeon Master.

Grave smiled at them. He knew that most of them were here for money, but that was what he wanted.

He knew he had no quality of a good leader that could make a powerful, elite team everyone feared. Making a good powerful team was such a drag and time-taking, and he did not want to waste his time doing that.

In his past life, surviving in the game was pretty hard for him.

All because he needed to gather resources and earn money for the experiments. Many players like him had no support behind them, but they needed resources.

The most desperate people would do crazy things just to get their hands on a few resources.

All the guilds and other players hated them because these players would loot, took the crazy tasks to mess up the game for others, steal monster bodies, and much more. In the last life, all the other players and guild used called this kind of player ugly hyena.

Grave was one of them, as he also did not join any guild for fear of leaking some information. Although hyenas had no respect in other eyes, Grave knew the potential these ugly hyena-type players had.

Many desperate players were ready to go to the extreme for even a single gold. They might not be strong but were always looking out to snatch prey from others.

Grave knew their might from one incident of his last life. A half-hidden incident that let him understand the power of these hyenas.

In his past life, there was a very famous battle where 200 low-level hyena players jumped on a 100-level plus squad.

That battle was the complete annihilation of the hyena earning the squad's fame. But Grave, being part of the hyenas' squad, knew that a few of the hyena players had stolen 1-2 expensive pieces of equipment from that squad.

Getting killed in 100s of numbers and dropping some trash equipment vs earning a few hundred gold equipment by losing some trash. That was the hyena's win.

This information never came out to the world, so hyenas squad always remained a thing to loathe that every normal user wanted to hunt down.

Grave looked at the player in front of him. He will make them the advanced version of hyenas. A version where they would function as a unit, not independently.

He would make his specialized hunting dog squad an advanced version of hyenas that would snatch more resources for him.

He would show the world the power a hunting squad poses. The most pleasing thing about hyenas was they did not need to learn anything. So Grave only needed to install the basic idea in their mind and that would be it.

Grave looked at the branch manager. "So this is the ultimate team for now."

"Wow, sir, that was the most absurd selection I saw in my life. I feel you took the most…" he looked at them, "unexpected player as your team members. "

"Haha, I told you my requirements were different."

"Yeah, I heard how you like dogs and bitches." The Branch manager commented.

"Oh, that was only to scare them. They are my lovely teammate from now on." Grave said that with a smile on his face. "By the way, what happened to my request, branch manager?"

The branch manager looked around and dragged him to a side. He came close to his ears and said, "Sir, someone from above is creating the problem for you. Sir 2nd Deamon sent a message that he could only convince them to give you a few resources. Others were against providing so much for you."

Grave nodded his head and asked, "When will I get the remaining small potion, then?"

The branch manager looked at him and said, "Sir, you can receive it in a few days their nothing in my hand."

Grave nodded his head and said, "okk just give me a few 100s monster cores for now. I can wait for others."

The branch manager said while frowning, "I can only give you 100 lowest monster core. Is that enough for you?"

"Yup, that will do. Thank you for your help, branch manager. I feel your care for me." Grace said with a polite smile.

"Hahaha, It okk sir, I am helping you now, you may repay me in the future." the branch manager said.

Grave just nodded his head, and both of them walked back.

Grave said to the branch manager, "Give me a storage area that my squad would only use."

The branch manager nodded his head.

"And yeah, take all this equipment, dump it there, and give a key to Vice." Grave pointed to the little trash mounting formed in front of him.

The branch manager shouted at him, "But sir, what will these guys do without these pieces of equipment?"

"I have my own way," Grave said, smiling.

He shouted to the team, "Bitches, I already warned you to dump all your important things here. If you drop them after death, then don't blame me. Because I know all of you will die."

They gulped down and a few of them moved back to dump some other iron-rank equipment.

Grave laughed and turn to Vice. "Fcker, what are you waiting for? Strip your equipment."

Vice just nodded his head. "Whatever you say, boss."

"And Vice go with the manager after you dropped your item there."

Vice nodded his head and dropped all his items on the little mountain made up of trash items.

The branch manager walked to the mountain of trash items that had few good items from Vice and stored them in his inventory. He and vice walked out of the barrack.

After some time, Vice came back.

"Boss, I got the key, and here's a pouch that the branch manager told me to give you." Grave nodded his head and stored the monsters' cores in his inventory. He then looked at the team.

"Good, now let's go out of the city. We need some training."