MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player

Marcus kept his eyes fixed on the Inferno Clan’s Furious Three as he moved forward, unhurried, threading his way through the dense ranks of their guild members. There was no rush in his steps, no hesitation either, just a steady advance that spoke of quiet certainty.

Confident in what he was about to do, he reached up and removed the Fluffy Rabbit’s Mask, slipping it into his inventory before replacing it with a plain Tiger-Head Mask he had picked up from a random shop, one with no stats and nothing remarkable about it. At the same time, he dismissed his Adamant Shield and Bat Dragon Cloud Sword, switching instead to a Level 30 two-handed spear. In a matter of seconds, his entire silhouette changed, his identity erased beneath something far more ordinary.

A faint trace of regret stirred in him as the tiger mask settled into place. With this disguise, the Furious Three would never realize that the one cutting them down was their old enemy, the rabbit-masked knight who had haunted them since the days of the Newbie Village.

Their feud had begun with the Spotted Jackal King and only deepened with every clash since. They had long since become enemies who could not coexist. Marcus knew that even if he chose to ignore them, they would never return the favor. Sooner or later, they would come for him again. In truth, he did not fear being recognized. A part of him even wanted them to know, to understand exactly who was dealing them another crushing defeat.

But this was not the place for that.

The third level of Black Rock Spire was packed with players. Any unusual movement would draw attention, and if he walked in wearing the Fluffy Rabbit’s Mask, his carefully guarded identity would be exposed in an instant. There were too many eyes, too many variables.

So the rabbit disappeared, replaced by the tiger. The shield and sword gave way to the spear, subtly shifting how others would perceive him. To most players, a man with a two-handed spear and a tiger mask would register as a Warrior at a glance, not a Knight. That small misdirection was more than enough.

’Perfect.’

Marcus offered a quiet, almost mocking prayer for the Furious Three. They had earned what was coming. Their reputation was rotten, built on numbers, intimidation, and shameless boss stealing. If anything, this was long overdue.

The change in equipment served another purpose as well. It was not just about hiding who he was, but also about dulling the obvious edge of his strength. If Inferno Clan members attacked him during the chaos and found they could not even scratch him, suspicion would spread instantly.

After removing the Adamant Shield, he checked his stats. His defense was still absurdly high. Frowning slightly, he removed Cabaro’s Gauntlets, breaking the set bonus. The distinctive aura of the Cabaro Set vanished with it, and his defense dropped again to something far less conspicuous.

’That should be enough.’

At this level, his stats would not cause panic or attract unwanted attention. If anything, the Furious Three should feel honored. He had gone out of his way to make this fight look fair.

He cast a glance at Pebble, his Temple Knight, who stood beside him dressed in identical gear. Even without the usual knightly equipment, Pebble did not look diminished in the slightest. With the spear in hand, he seemed less like an immovable wall and more like a weapon given life, sharp, direct, and dangerous. There was a raw, aggressive presence about him now, as if he existed solely to pierce through whatever stood in his path.

"Good," Marcus murmured under his breath, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He appreciated the look. Even in the middle of a fight, style mattered.

Then his gaze hardened.

"Kill."

As soon as the word left his lips, and as he closed within ten yards of the Inferno Clan, the attack began.

"Desperate Strike!"

Two spears shot forward at the same instant, one from Marcus and one from Pebble, streaking through the air like twin flashes of lightning aimed straight at Blaze001 and Rock001.

-7,500! -6,000!

The damage was overwhelming, absolute. With the fivefold multiplier of Desperate Strike, there was no room for survival. Blaze001 and Rock001 were erased in a single exchange, their health dropping to zero before they could even register what had happened.

Even after stripping down part of his gear, Marcus’s attack power remained terrifying. Lowering his defense did nothing to blunt the edge of his offense. If anything, it only made the kill feel cleaner.

’Satisfying.’

He had already turned off the public damage display, so the massive numbers remained visible to him alone. To everyone else, it was simply a blur of motion, two spears cutting through the air like arrows before striking with a heavy, sickening impact. Blaze001 and Rock001 barely managed a choked sound before collapsing onto the cold stone floor, lifeless.

Had those numbers been visible, the surrounding players might have frozen on the spot in disbelief.

"Damn, no critical," Marcus muttered quietly, more disappointed than pleased.

He did not linger.

Before the Inferno Clan or the nearby players could react, he slipped seamlessly back into the crowd, his presence swallowed by the chaos. In one smooth motion, he swapped out the spear for a high-attack blue weapon he had looted earlier, a Level 30 Lizard Scythe. The curved blade, shaped like a reptilian tail, gleamed faintly as he adjusted his grip.

The battlefield had already begun to unravel.

Blaze001 and Rock001 were dead, and most of their guildmates had not even seen the attack clearly. They had heard something, a sharp whistle cutting through the noise, followed by the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the ground. By the time they turned to look, it was already over.

Confusion spread through the Inferno Clan like a ripple.

When they finally located the source, what they saw only deepened their unease. A single warrior stood among them, clad in black armor, a tiger mask hiding his face, a long-handled scythe resting in his hands. The weapon’s dark blade caught the dim light with a dull, almost obsidian sheen.

He did not hesitate. He did not even glance at the surrounding monsters. His entire focus was on them.

"Assassin!" one of the Inferno Clan members shouted, his voice sharp with alarm, his imagination clearly running ahead of him. The cold, composed figure fit too neatly into the role.

Ash001, the last remaining of the trio, did not speak. He simply stared.

Two spears had struck down his bros, yet only one man stood before him now. The detail refused to settle in his mind. Could someone throw two weapons at once with that level of precision? Or had there been more than one attacker?

’Who is he?’

The question lingered, heavy and unanswered, as a slow chill crept through him. The deaths had been too sudden, too deliberate to be coincidence. Out of everyone present in the Spire, this man had chosen Blaze001 and Rock001.

Which meant the attack was not random.

It was targeted.

Ash001’s eyes locked onto the approaching figure, the scythe glinting faintly as it moved. Understanding came a heartbeat later, cold and unmistakable.

He was next.

"Knights, intercept him! Sorcerers, Archers, get ready to fire!" Ash001 shouted, his voice cutting through the confusion as he forced himself to act. At the same time, he stepped backward, retreating into the safety of his guildmates, trying to put as many bodies as possible between himself and the oncoming threat.