Flesh Tentacles

"What the hell! What kind of nonsense is this!"

Running three miles in a single breath and feeling as though he had burned through all his potential, Rakshasa Madblood stopped in his tracks, turned around, and stared blankly at the guild's esports base in the distance, which had been blasted into ruins.

Previously, their guild leader, Rakshasa One-Slash, had his Spokesperson title stripped away by Night Roaming God, logging off to sulk and shutting himself behind closed doors.

As the vice president, Rakshasa Madblood was left in charge of the subsequent arrangements.

Yet before he could even finish handling things, the Esports Base exploded.

The blast came from the president's office, instantly collapsing all the surrounding walls.

Fortunately, the core members were all equipped with Gaming Pods. These items were of decent quality and had not been smashed to pieces by the ruins, allowing basically everyone to run out.

The surviving members of Rakshasa Hall found Rakshasa Madblood, feeling somewhat panicked and helpless.

What was going on? Could a gas leak have caused an explosion?

That did not make sense, either. The blast had come from the president's office, and there were no gas cylinders in there.

The people on the scene did not think too much about it and were preparing to dig Rakshasa One-Slash out first.

Only, before they could take action, the collapsed ruins expanded ahead of time. Flesh Tentacles thicker than a man's thigh surged out, plastering several guild members against the wall in the blink of an eye and smearing them with absolute uniformity.

Rakshasa Madblood let out a roar at the very first moment.

"Run!"

Then he slipped away without looking back.

The others reacted a bit slower, but they also quickly began running for their lives with all their might.

Running until there