MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 156: A Name Whispered Across the Forums

"Marcus..."

As his hand explored the soft, rounded curves of Lily’s chest, her gaze grew unfocused, clouded with desire. A quiet, breathless sound slipped past her lips before she could stop it. His touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge, leaving her flushed and lightheaded, her body trembling as she hovered on the brink of losing herself entirely.

’You’re amazing, babe.’

The thought surfaced unbidden, warm and genuine. Lily was always like this, gentle and sweet, so perfectly attuned to him that it stirred something possessive deep in his chest. She felt like a treasure meant only for him, something precious he would guard without hesitation.

She had an effortless way of setting his blood on fire. And with the steady discipline of his Human Rock technique reinforcing his inner energy, every sensation felt sharper, heavier, more consuming than it had any right to be.

Out beneath the open sky, astride the thundering Nightmare Dragon Steed, the two of them were lost in their own world. Their closeness deepened as they raced across the plains, chasing that fleeting instant where everything aligned just right. The rush of speed, the howl of the wind, and the faint danger of being seen only heightened the thrill, leaving them both breathless and exhilarated.

Marcus had no idea that, at that very moment, the game’s forums were spiraling into chaos.

Several threads were already climbing the rankings at an alarming speed, dissecting his actions from every possible angle.

The most popular one blazed at the top of the page:

Thirty Seconds. A Blink of an Eye. Watch This Mystery Knight Shred the Savage Wolf Squad.

Players who had witnessed the clash with the Savage Wolf bros posted detailed retellings of the fight. Their descriptions were vivid, sometimes exaggerated, and always heated. The discussion snowballed, feeding directly into the second hottest topic on the boards:

Is It Real? Can a Knight Really Wipe Out Four Level 25 Players in Thirty Seconds?

Skepticism ruled the comment sections. The community was notoriously hard to impress, and more than ninety percent of the replies dismissed the story outright. Some called it staged. Others mocked it as clickbait. One highly upvoted comment summed up the prevailing mood: "Unless the Knight or the Savage Wolf guys show up themselves, this is just fan fiction."

Marcus, naturally, had no intention of revealing himself.

As for the Savage Wolf bros, they were hardly the type to air their grievances online. Their philosophy was simple and brutal: blood for blood. They neither sought sympathy nor cared about public opinion. If they were knocked down, they would get back up and settle things their own way. Admitting humiliation was unthinkable. At most, they were already scouring the map, plotting how to reclaim their pride.

Because of that silence, the victor remained nameless.

To the wider player base, he was nothing more than the Mystery Knight.

That mystery, of course, caught the attention of the major guilds. Intelligence divisions quietly compiled reports, separating rumor from fact. They confirmed that a lone knight had indeed dismantled the Savage Wolf squad, but exaggeration was a constant in stories like this. Admirers painted him as a god. Detractors insisted he was abusing some hidden exploit. To professionals, it was simply another variable to be evaluated.

After all, a swift squad wipe was impressive, but not unheard of.

Hexium, who had recently unlocked the hidden Storm Sorcerer class, barely raised an eyebrow. If he struck first and caught his targets within his area of effect, he could erase an entire team with a single lightning storm. Two seconds, maybe three, was all it would take.

SunShot, the Black Dragon Guild’s second-in-command, reacted with little more than a faint smile. With his speed and control, as long as he avoided being pinned down by a high-end tank, he could kite opponents endlessly. One kill per second was hardly worth boasting about.

Beyond the combat discussion, two other threads were burning just as brightly:

EPIC SIGHTING: First Footage of the Nightmare Dragon Steed and the Violet Thunderwing Steed!

Who Owns the Top Two Mounts? Are They Working Together?

The so-called footage consisted of a few shaky, blurry seconds of the mounts’ retreating forms, captured by players who had barely managed to lift their devices in time. Many were disappointed, but the real shock was not the quality of the video. It was the fact that both legendary mounts had appeared together, moving in tandem.

"Marcus! Where are we headed?"

After a long stretch of high-altitude riding, Amber had finally had her fill of the sky. She guided the Violet Thunderwing Steed into a graceful descent, spiraling down until she was galloping alongside them. Her voice cut cleanly through the lingering intimacy between Marcus and Lily.

They managed to compose themselves just in time.

If Amber had noticed anything unusual, Lily might have died of embarrassment on the spot. Even so, her cheeks remained a deep, undeniable crimson, and she kept her gaze stubbornly fixed on the ground.

"Wow, Lily! You look stunning!" Amber exclaimed without hesitation.

The lingering heat of the moment had left Lily glowing. Normally reserved and understated, she now carried an almost unreal allure, like a goddess stepping out of a dream. Amber couldn’t help the faint stab of envy that followed.

"Ah!"

Lily discreetly reached back and pinched Marcus’s leg, sharp and accusing, silently blaming him for her current state. Marcus, entirely unrepentant, only laughed. He pulled her closer, pressed a quick, lingering kiss to her lips, and finally turned his attention to his sister.

"Haha!"

He felt incredible. If Amber weren’t right there, he would have gladly spent the rest of the afternoon admiring Lily. But there was work to be done. Raising his voice over the wind, he called out to Amber.

"Amber! We’re going to level up. Let’s get you to Level 20 as fast as possible!"

"Hyah!"

With a sharp whistle, Marcus urged his mount forward. The Nightmare Dragon Steed surged ahead, hooves pounding the earth as they raced toward the Silverleaf Woods, just south of Dragon’s Peak Citadel. Behind them, the Violet Thunderwing Steed unfurled its wings and followed close.

The Silverleaf Woods was a vast, shimmering forest renowned for the rare Silverleaf Fruit that occasionally appeared within. It was breathtaking, and deadly. The monsters lurking inside were all Level 50 or higher. Anyone without overwhelming strength who ventured too deep was little more than fertilizer waiting to happen.

Marcus wasn’t reckless enough to take them inside.

Just beyond the forest’s edge lay a series of rolling hills, home to packs of Level 25 Highland Jackals.

A single jackal posed little threat. The danger lay in their numbers. Attack one, and dozens more would pour out of the brush in seconds, coordinating with terrifying efficiency. Most players wouldn’t even consider engaging them without a full squad of Level 25s, or a handful of Level 30s to anchor the fight.

But Marcus had never been most players.