MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 205: Chaos on the Third Level

"Boss, it’s a Mythic-tier!"

Just earlier, one player, unable to contain his excitement, let out a shout. Instantly, the players around Marcus charged forward recklessly. They ignored the vast difference in levels and strength, cast aside any concern for their own safety, and swarmed him in a desperate attempt to overwhelm him through sheer numbers.

When faced with a choice between their own lives and a Mythic beast, killing the beast for its loot was obviously more important.

This was the zerg rush tactic, a common strategy among players. It required no finesse or technical skill, but it was brutally effective. Many so-called super-bosses had fallen under the relentless pressure of a human wave assault.

In the wars of old, the human sea tactic had always been the simplest and most powerful weapon.

But just as the players launched their attack, the knight standing before them vanished in a flash of light, identical to the effect of a Town Portal Scroll.

"Damn it, it ran away!"

The players were filled with regret. This was a massive missed opportunity. They had mobilized more than fifty high-level players to hunt Werewolf Cabaro, with another fifty stationed at the entrance of the third level to keep the area clear. It was not arrogance or foolishness. In their estimation, they genuinely had a chance of taking that knight down.

A second later, at the spot where the knight had appeared and disappeared, thick black smoke billowed outward. It twisted violently before condensing into a massive, coiling black serpent with three eyes. Its gaping, blood-slick maw opened wide as it swayed, its forked tongue hissing with menace.

"Another one spawned!"

"Charge!"

The frustrated players, like starving wolves spotting fresh prey, were instantly re-energized. With a unified cry, the knights charged toward the Three-Eyed Shadow Serpent, while mages and archers unleashed their attacks without hesitation. There was no way they were letting another boss slip away.

-10, -15, Miss, -10...

"Careful! This one’s tougher than the knight!"

The ranged attackers cried out in alarm as they saw the pitiful damage numbers floating above the serpent. Confusion and dread spread quickly. How could so many high-level monsters appear in a low-level zone, and why were they all absurdly powerful?

The knight was one thing. If each player dealt fifty damage, fifty players could inflict over two thousand damage per volley. With reinforcements from the entrance, they might have taken him down in five or six rounds. But this three-eyed black serpent was a different story entirely. Each attack barely scraped ten damage. Even with a hundred players, they might not survive. This fight could easily end in total annihilation.

The Three-Eyed Shadow Serpent did not share Marcus’s restraint or good temper. Under sustained attack, it shifted its gaze toward the densest cluster of enemies. Its two primary eyes flared with dark red light, while the vertical eye on its forehead churned with demonic energy. The players sensed danger a moment too late.

As a Grade 8 pet, the serpent was at least level fifty. Facing players who barely reached level twenty-seven was effortless. It opened its enormous jaws and expelled a cloud of freezing, emerald-green dark energy. At the same time, the vertical eye pulsed, tearing open a spatial rift. The attack passed through space itself and reappeared directly among the ranged mages and archers. Screams echoed as nearly half of the fragile casters were instantly killed.

The serpent had a ranged attack, and the mages and archers had been disastrously unlucky. The knights immediately activated Taunt and rushed forward to draw its attention, but the serpent simply swept its massive tail. The charging knights were smashed aside like insects, their bodies hitting the ground lifelessly.

The remaining players were stunned into silence. This was far beyond what they could handle. Some froze in place, unable to react. Although the serpent seemed invigorated by the scent of blood and eager to continue its slaughter, it still had a mission to complete. When the players stopped attacking, it ceased its assault. Ignoring them entirely, the vertical eye glowed once more as it searched for the spatial traces of Marcus’s second teleportation. Space tore open again, and the serpent vanished in pursuit.

"That’s just broken!"

The surviving players shouted in outrage, angrily protesting the appearance of such high-level bosses in a low-level zone.

"Another one!"

Less than two seconds later, another cry rang out. Where the serpent had disappeared, a violent whirlwind formed, and a curly-furred fox leapt into view. The sudden appearance of yet another unfamiliar creature sent panic through the already shaken players. They stumbled backward, and a few even turned to flee, convinced another nightmare had arrived.

This fox, however, was Sienna’s Grade 6 pet, the Wind-Patterned Fox. It possessed none of the serpent’s raw power or brutality. It sniffed the air briefly, locked onto Marcus’s scent, and then summoned another whirlwind, vanishing just as quickly to continue the chase.

Seeing the fox appear and disappear without attacking, the players finally let out a collective sigh of relief. They waited tensely for half a minute, and when nothing else happened, they assumed the danger had passed.

That was when demonic energy swirled violently around them, and a massive werewolf materialized at the center of the battlefield. It was the resident boss of the third level of the Black Rock Spire, Werewolf Cabaro.

The players were doomed. Their numbers had already been halved by the serpent’s rampage, and the fox’s appearance had shattered their formation. Werewolf Cabaro showed no mercy. Raising his massive axe, he tore into the disorganized players, cutting them down as easily as slicing watermelons.

The third level of the Black Rock Spire descended into utter chaos, though it was certainly lively.

"The Violet Thunder Mercenary Group!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

At the same time, a fierce battle erupted at the entrance to the third level. The players assigned to clear the area shouted in alarm when they saw the newcomers. The Violet Thunder Mercenary Group was notorious, just like them, ruthless and driven purely by profit. True to their reputation, they wasted no words. The moment they spotted the guards, they charged like hungry wolves, launching a swift and brutal assault.

The Violet Thunder mercenaries had the numerical advantage. In a short time, the fifty-plus players guarding the entrance were completely wiped out. The third level of the Black Rock Spire was on the verge of becoming Violet Thunder’s exclusive territory.

Among their ranks, standing calmly behind the knights, was a figure who left a deep impression on the defeated players. Hexium, the leader of the Violet Thunder Mercenary Group and one of the Top Ten Experts, held his golden Stormstrike Staff with casual authority.

Having switched to the hidden class of Storm Sorcerer, Hexium waved his staff gracefully, releasing nets of crackling lightning. Wherever the electricity spread, low-defense mages and archers were instantly annihilated. Even high-defense, high-health knights struggled to withstand the assault. Sorcerers were known for their offensive power, but Hexium’s damage was on an entirely different level.

’Hidden classes are just too strong.’

That thought echoed in the minds of the defeated players. Some of them wondered whether Hexium, with such terrifying strength, might now be capable of challenging the number one player on the level leaderboard, that mysterious knight.