MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 188: The Glacier Ice Dragon

This was beyond incredible.

The celestial figure absorbing the flames and lunar energy was indeed the Wyvern Saint Knight, Lyanna. Marcus finally understood what he was looking at. The form before him was not flesh and blood, but her spirit, reshaped and solidified by the power of the Spring of Purity. That explained the faint blurring around her features at the beginning, and the strange duality in her presence, the sharp bite of frost intertwined with a gentle, almost maternal warmth that radiated from her heroic silhouette.

What truly stunned him, however, was his Insight skill. Even at Level 2, it was feeding him layers of lore and strategic understanding as if someone had handed him the annotated script to a divine event. If this was what it could do now, he could hardly imagine what it would become at higher tiers. Broken did not begin to describe it.

He forced himself to focus.

The resurrection was reaching its final stage.

The violet-red flame sigil etched across Lyanna’s chest began to shift. As it siphoned in more of the icy-blue negative essence and the blazing solar fire contained within the Wyvern Flame Spear, its color slowly transformed. The deep crimson faded, replaced by a brilliant, shimmering ice-blue. The sigil burned brighter and brighter until it glowed with an almost blinding intensity.

The sight was staggering. The boiling blue flames, the interplay of crimson and frost-light, and the sheer elegance of her spirit-forged body left Marcus momentarily dazed. His thoughts tangled together in a haze of awe and disbelief. The lethal beauty of the scene pressed against his senses so heavily that he had to consciously remind himself to breathe.

Then the world shattered.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A chain of explosions erupted from beneath the Spring of Purity, snapping him violently out of his trance. The surface of the pool burst apart in a violent spray of water and raw energy. From the chaos, a ten-foot-long dragon formed entirely of violet-red fire shot upward, twisting through the air with a furious roar. It was the Wyvern Flame Spear in its true state, and it was flying straight toward the sigil on Lyanna’s chest.

"My loot!" Marcus blurted, the words escaping on pure instinct.

Even as he said it, he knew better. A Divine Artifact of this caliber could merge directly with its master’s body. The spear’s trajectory confirmed everything. This was no ordinary relic. It was top-tier, bound by destiny and hierarchy alike. And he, quite definitively, was not its owner.

A Divine Artifact had practically fallen into his hands, and he had let it slip away. The loss hit him with surprising force. The pain was embarrassingly real.

Below them, the Spring of Purity lay in ruins. The circular stone basin had collapsed inward, fractured blocks sliding into darkness. The icy blue water spiraled downward in a tightening vortex, draining into the earth as if the ground itself had opened to swallow it.

By the time the flaming dragon fully fused with Lyanna’s body, the last of the spring’s lunar essence had been absorbed. The fountain was gone, its waters vanished, yet she did not fall. Deprived of any physical support, she remained suspended in mid-air, poised and upright, as if gravity simply had no claim over her.

She looked less like a revived warrior and more like a goddess descending.

As the final traces of flame and blue light faded, her form became fully distinct. Her skin, pale and luminous like carved jade, contrasted with the cold authority in her expression. The effect was so striking that even Marcus’s more impulsive instincts quieted. What replaced them was something closer to reverence. This was not a moment to cheapen with stray thoughts.

The resurrection was complete, Lyanna’s eyes opened.

They were deep and sharp, and they settled directly on Marcus. His heart slammed against his ribs. He stood frozen, painfully aware that he had just witnessed her entire rebirth from beginning to end. A ridiculous worry flickered through his mind about whether the system might flag this as some kind of unauthorized viewing, but he dismissed it almost immediately. He had not interfered. He had barely breathed.

Yet her gaze did not seem to rest on him in any ordinary sense. It felt as though she were looking through him, past him, into something far beyond. Her expression remained calm as she began to chant.

The incantation flowed like cool water over stone, each syllable measured and steady. As the spell took shape, the ice-blue flame on her chest flared once more. A soft lunar radiance poured from her body, wrapping her in a gentle glow that made her appear like a celestial maiden standing beneath the full moon. The light softened her features even as it sharpened the authority in her stance. She looked peerless, a warrior-saint forged of starlight and steel. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

’She is getting even more beautiful,’ Marcus thought helplessly. ’Is this intentional, or is the game simply showing off?’

The thought was fleeting. As the blue light intensified, elegant armor began to manifest over her body. Violet-red flames shaped themselves into overlapping plates, intricate and refined, light enough to preserve her mobility yet unmistakably forged from the same power as the spear. The armor settled piece by piece, the shimmer of heat tracing its edges, gradually concealing the distracting lines of her figure beneath something far more formidable.

A dragon’s roar rang out, crisp and resonant, cutting through the lingering echoes in the hall.

Beneath Lyanna’s feet, a small white dragon materialized, coiling gracefully before straightening to form a living platform. Compared to the massive city-guarding dragon Marcus had seen before, this one was modest in size, barely seven feet from snout to tail. Its body was slender and agile, and a faint, chilling mist drifted from its scales like falling snow. Despite its youth, it carried unmistakable draconic majesty in the tilt of its head and the steady, ancient intelligence in its eyes.

It was still a juvenile. That much was clear.

This was the Glacier Ice Dragon.

Marcus did not need confirmation, but he invoked Insight anyway, more out of habit than doubt.

—

Glacier Ice Dragon, Super Divine Beast.

Born from millennium glacial ice in the heart of the Great Snowy Mountains of the Far North. Its body as hard as the ice that birthed it, master of water and ice magic. Fated mount of Lyanna.

A thousand years ago, to preserve Lyanna’s spirit, it had sacrificed its entire Energy to trigger the forbidden spell Glacial Defiance. The price had been absolute. Its current power had been reset to Level 0.

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"Another dragon," Marcus murmured under his breath.

After witnessing the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon defend Dragon’s Peak Citadel, and seeing the overwhelming might of the Five-Element White Dragon at Star Lake, he had developed a very serious fixation. He wanted a dragon of his own, not a mount of convenience, but a true Divine Dragon. He did possess a Dark Violet Sky Dragon egg in his inventory, yet that was a winged wyvern, not the genuine article. The difference mattered more than he cared to admit.

Now fully armed, Lyanna wrapped her right hand around the Wyvern Flame Spear. The violet-red weapon gleamed in harmony with her flame-forged armor, the combined aura pressing outward like a tangible force. The air itself seemed heavier in her presence, charged with command and certainty.

She looked every inch the legendary commander of the Sky Legion, reborn not merely to exist, but to lead.