MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 201: The Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight

The newly arrived Dragon Knight raised his massive war blade, his posture was relaxed yet lethal, as if battle itself were a long-awaited indulgence. After more than a thousand years of forced slumber, the absence of combat had been unbearable. Now, surrounded by multiple high-level opponents, the Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight felt his blood stir with predatory excitement.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

The massive black dragon beneath him sensed its master’s rising battle intent and answered with a thunderous cry. What should have been a single roar erupted instead as three overlapping bellows, layered so densely they rattled the very foundations of the Mist Veil Palace. The sound rolled endlessly through the vast halls, vibrating stone, air, and bone alike.

Only then did Marcus realize the truth, the dragon had three heads.

No wonder its roar had sounded like a triple-stacked explosion tearing through the air.

"A Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight," Marcus gasped, the name snapping into place as memories surfaced from the scraps of information he had gotten out of the Headless Grunt earlier. This was the legendary monster said to be sleeping deep beneath the Mist Veil Palace. The cataclysmic clashes between the other bosses had finally dragged him awake.

"What is he doing here?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Both the Six-Headed Twin-Winged Serpent and the Double-Headed Raven King stiffened, their expressions darkening as recognition set in. As high-ranking figures within the Demon Clan, they knew exactly who this newcomer was, and more importantly, what he represented. Without exchanging a word, they instinctively withdrew, creating as much distance as possible between themselves and the obsidian-armored knight.

The Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight had not been seen in the Demon Realm for over a thousand years. To think he had been slumbering within the Mist Veil Palace all this time left the Guardians uneasy. His presence was an unpredictable variable in an already volatile mission. Known throughout the Demon Clan as a notorious warmonger and battle addict, he lived solely for combat and ranked among the most terrifying experts of their kind.

Their retreat proved wise.

The instant the dragon’s roar faded, the Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight surged forward. His blade descended in a merciless arc, but his target was not the other bosses. Instead, he chose the nearest living presence available.

Marcus.

Marcus unleashed a Heavy Strike, slamming it directly into the wall of black light generated by the Black Raven Cloak.

’This guy is way too cool,’ He thought, even as death loomed inches away.

There was no hesitation in the Dragon Knight’s movements, no trace of arrogance or performative honor. He did not care that Marcus was a low-level player. Strength dictated worth, and if someone stood within his reach, they were fair game. Reputation, status, or fairness meant nothing to him. He was ruthless, efficient, and utterly indifferent.

’I seriously need to take notes,’ Marcus mused. Unfortunately, admiration did not grant him an escape.

Still trapped within the three-meter radius of the Black Feather Field, Marcus had nowhere to run. All he could do was watch as the obsidian greatsword whistled toward his head, its pressure alone making his skin crawl.

When the Dragon Knight first appeared, Marcus had hesitated to activate Wanderlust, tempted by the chance to scavenge even more loot amid the chaos. That hesitation had almost immediately become fatal. The situation escalated with terrifying speed, and now he had become the primary target. The Dragon Knight was so fast that Marcus did not even have time to trigger his escape skill.

In the blink of an eye, the blade was inches from shattering the black light barrier.

Marcus clenched his teeth and braced for death, already planning his next move after respawning. The moment he reappeared in the open, he would activate Wanderlust without hesitation.

But he was not the only one invested in his survival.

Both Sienna and the Raven King wanted him alive, not out of mercy, but out of naked greed.

If Marcus died, his Dragon-Horse Lyre was guaranteed to drop, but everything else in his inventory would be left to chance. If either of them could have simply killed him and looted what they wanted, he would have been dead long ago.

Sienna needed him alive so she could drag him back to the Water Moon Cult’s headquarters, seal off all escape routes, and use her Seduction to force him to surrender the Soul-Mist Water Demon Cat along with Lyanna’s stolen treasures.

The Raven King’s goal was different. He was after the Dark Violet Sky Dragon Pet Egg, and retrieving it required precision. Only the Thousand-Faced Phantom Monkey, using Grandmaster level Thievery, could extract the egg directly from Marcus’s storage, and that required Marcus to be breathing.

If the Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight killed him, Marcus would simply respawn safely within Dragon’s Peak Citadel, and both of them would lose their prizes forever.

The Double-Headed Raven King acted instantly.

Just as the Dragon Knight’s blade was about to shatter the Black Feather Field, the Raven King formed a series of rapid hand signs. The Black Raven Cloak surged violently, its demonic energy lashing out and yanking Marcus through the air, ripping him away from the edge of death and pulling him toward the Raven King.

"Black Dragon Cleave!"

The Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight did not tolerate prey slipping from his grasp. Even with Marcus now several meters away, the knight swung his blade in a wide horizontal arc.

A crescent-shaped wave of dark energy, nearly five meters long, tore free from the obsidian blade. The demonic aura was so dense it seemed to devour the light around it, blotting out the soft sunlight filtering into the courtyard. It surged forward with cataclysmic force, a strike that felt capable of splitting the world itself.

The Dragon Knight was a hunter who never relinquished a target once it entered his range.

Marcus had no way to resist. But with two monsters fighting over his fate, dying was proving far more difficult than expected.

Sienna exhaled sharply, frustration flashing across her eyes.

The Raven King was fully focused on controlling the Black Raven Cloak, leaving himself briefly exposed. This was a perfect opportunity. If she struck now, combining her attack with the Dragon Knight’s assault, they might actually kill one of the Demon Lord’s Eight Guardians.

But if she did, the infuriating thief who had stolen her cult’s sacred cat would be erased by the Dragon Knight’s blade.

"Cyclone. Spiraling Storm Drill!"

Grinding her teeth, Sienna shot Marcus an icy glare through the black light barrier. With a sharp motion, she waved the Wind-Dance Heaven-Splitter Fan before her chest. A tightly compressed vortex formed instantly, spinning so fast it shrieked through the air like a drilling spear. She launched it forward, intercepting the Dragon Knight’s energy wave and forcibly dispersing it to save the detestable Fighter.

She had every reason to be furious.

This man had stolen their sacred beast and defiled the Spring of Purity. He deserved to die a thousand times over, yet circumstances forced her to protect him.

’Just wait until I get my hands on you,’ Sienna vowed silently as her eyes burned with cold fury. I will make sure you regret this.