MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 199: Trapped

Sienna, the Maiden of the Water Moon Cult, could scarcely believe what she was seeing. Her Cyclone Path had failed. On a Fighter whose level had not even reached fifty, the skill had simply collapsed, its spatial pull dispersing as if it had never existed at all.

For a brief moment, genuine surprise flickered across her face. Then it vanished just as quickly, replaced by the familiar calm of a predator who had regained control of the hunt. Watching Marcus brace himself behind his shield, she found him more fascinating than ever. A faint, enchanting smile curved her lips, soft and alluring, yet brimming with danger. Those who knew Sienna well understood that when she smiled like this, disaster was already in motion.

Marcus, unfortunately, could not see it. If he had, he might have fled without a second thought.

Sienna closed the distance in silence, her movements were swift and precise, preparing to drop her stealth and unleash her ultimate Seduction skill. If she could keep him charmed until Cyclone Path came off cooldown, the next attempt would succeed almost without fail. Once he was dragged back to the Water Moon Cult headquarters, where Town Portal Scrolls were worthless scraps of parchment, she intended to do something entirely new. She would keep him alive. She wanted to see how long it would take before he broke.

It was a flawless plan, but it never had the chance to succeed.

SCREECH!

A piercing avian cry tore through the air, sharp enough to make Marcus’s ears ring. The gates of the Mist Veil Palace exploded open as the Double-Headed Raven King stormed out, his black feathers rippling like a living storm, his Nine-Feather Dark Thunder Fan clenched tightly in one claw.

The Dark Arch-Sorcerer was confused. Why had the Maiden fled the palace? Why was she lingering near the entrance instead of escaping outright? Sensing danger, he did not pause to question it. Dark energy surged as he hurled a bolt of Dark Sky Thunder toward her concealed position.

Her presence was unmistakable to him. Even wrapped in stealth, Sienna’s energy signature blazed like a torch in his perception.

Yet as the lightning streaked forward, something else caught his attention.

SCREECH. SCREECH. SCREECH.

The Double-Headed Raven King erupted into a frenzy, shrieking so violently it seemed as if his mind had snapped. His four eyes locked onto Marcus. New armor or not, he would never forget that Knight. The one who had humiliated him, the one who had escaped, the man who haunted his thoughts.

It was him.

"Palm Lightning!"

"Black Feather Field!"

The reunion was swift and merciless. With a flick of his left hand, the Raven King sent a crackling bolt of lightning racing toward Marcus. At the same time, his black feathered coat tore itself free from his back, expanding unnaturally as it soared through the air and spread across the battlefield like a living canopy.

’Are you kidding me?’ Marcus stared in disbelief. ’He’s stripping?’

For a split second, he wondered if the Raven King had finally lost what little sanity he possessed, perhaps courtesy of their last encounter with the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon. But humor died quickly. A single Dark Sky Thunder was more than enough to erase him from existence. And with Sienna still lurking somewhere nearby, this was no place to linger.

Marcus cast one last reluctant glance toward the sky, where the Six-Headed Twin-Winged Serpent and the Cloud-Tusk Lion were preparing their final clash. He would not be part of it. Regretfully, he reached for a Town Portal Scroll.

’Wait. No.’

The Palm Lightning surged forward with terrifying speed. A powerful gravitational force seized Marcus and yanked him off his footing. With a sickening crack, his body slammed into the roaring electricity. The impact carried a powerful stun effect. Every muscle in his body locked in place. He could not move, in fact, he couldn’t even blink.

He was helpless, dragged through the air like a hooked fish.

The Raven King did not kill him. Instead, the expanded feathered cloak hovered above Marcus’s paralyzed body, releasing a torrent of black crow feathers soaked in demonic energy. Thick mist poured downward, swallowing him whole. Within seconds, Marcus’s figure was reduced to a vague silhouette flickering inside the darkness.

The Raven King cawed triumphantly. Leaving his captive suspended in the fog, he lunged toward Sienna, who had just evaded the lightning strike and was charging toward Marcus’s position. He could not allow her near the cloak. Whatever he intended to do with his prize, he would not tolerate interference.

’Is this overgrown bird trying to refine me into a potion or something?’ Marcus thought hazily. He was still too inexperienced to grasp the true malice behind the Raven King’s actions, or the full function of that sinister cloak.

’Forget it. Safety first.’

Five seconds later, the paralysis faded. Without hesitation, Marcus activated his Town Portal Scroll. He no longer cared about the monsters, the duel, or the loot scattered across the battlefield.

Ding!

"Stonehaven, you are currently in combat. You cannot use a Town Portal Scroll."

"Dammit."

Cold sweat soaked his back. Even geniuses made mistakes, and this one stung. He immediately triggered Run for Your Life from his Fluffy Rabbit’s Mask, forcibly breaking the combat state, and activated the scroll again.

Ding!

"Stonehaven, you are currently trapped within the Black Feather Field generated by the Double-Headed Raven King’s Artifact, the Black Raven Cloak. Space is distorted within this field. Town Portal Scrolls are ineffective."

’You’ve got to be kidding me.’

True dread finally set in. His escape route was gone. He was trapped inside a sealed battlefield with four nightmares: the Double-Headed Raven King, the Six-Headed Twin-Winged Serpent, the Cloud-Tusk Lion, and the dangerously unpredictable Sienna.

The Raven King had outplayed him completely. Marcus had mistaken chaos for recklessness and arrogance for madness. His recent streak of luck had dulled his caution, and now he stood at the end of the road.

"Break through!" he roared.

He spurred his Nightmare Dragon Steed forward, charging straight into the demonic mist. The moment they reached its edge, a wall of black light shimmered into existence. It did not crack, it rebounded violently, hurling him backward and ripping 200 HP from his bar.

"Dragon-Roar Critical Strike!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He unleashed a high-damage attack. The result was worse.

Boom.

He was flung back again, losing over 1,000 HP in an instant.

His mount was powerful, high-level, and more than capable of tearing through the barrier eventually. But for now, there was no denying the truth.

Marcus was trapped.