MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 155: Hooves That Shook the World

"Good God! Aren’t those the Nightmare Dragon Steed and the Violet Thunderwing Steed from the Mount Leaderboard?" an eagle-eyed player shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief.

"You’re right! Those are the top two! Nothing else in the game even comes close to looking like that!"

The realization swept through the crowd like a shockwave. Heads turned in unison, necks craning as fingers shot into the air. Excited voices overlapped, each louder than the last, as the truth spread from player to player.

"Look! The Nightmare Dragon Steed is actually here!"

A swarm of players surged forward, boots pounding the ground as they scrambled for a clearer view. Dust billowed into the air, and the once orderly plaza dissolved into chaos.

"Holy hell, it’s real!"

"Don’t just stand there like an idiot! Start recording!"

"Marcus!" Amber called out, her voice bright and teasing as she shifted slightly in her seat atop the Violet Thunderwing Steed. Violet lightning traced faint arcs along the creature’s wings as it stamped impatiently. "I’m heading out! Can you keep up? Try not to get left in the dust!"

"Hyah!"

With a sharp command, she nudged her mount forward. The Violet Thunderwing Steed released a low, resonant whinny as its massive wings unfurled, each beat precise and powerful.. It did not simply leap forward. It stepped onto the air itself, hooves finding invisible footing as it climbed skyward. In the span of a few breaths, Amber became a streak of violet light, slicing through the clouds and vanishing toward the horizon.

Marcus did not hesitate. He adjusted his grip on Lily, who sat securely in front of him on the broad, armored back of the Nightmare Dragon Steed. Feeling his sister take flight, he gave a sharp whistle. The beast reared, unleashing a piercing cry that echoed across the plains, before slamming its hooves down with earth-shaking force. Black hellfire trailed behind it, skimming just above the grass like living shadows as it launched forward.

The players who had fumbled for their recording devices were far too slow. Their screens captured nothing more than a blur of motion and the rapidly shrinking silhouettes of two legendary mounts tearing away from them. In the blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving behind only drifting dust and stunned silence.

"Damn, they’re fast," someone muttered, staring at his screen as if willing it to show more.

"Finally saw them with my own eyes. Absolute legends... that was unreal."

"Yo! Wait up! I’ll be your sidekick!" a few players shouted, actually trying to sprint after Marcus on foot, as if sheer enthusiasm could make up for the gap between flesh and myth.

For Marcus, this moment marked a shift. Since entering Dominion, he had moved quietly, keeping his strength hidden and his presence muted. He had avoided attention, avoided connections, avoided the chance of running into familiar faces from a past life he had no desire to revisit. But today felt different. If Amber wanted to race across the world, then he would race with her. Not to show off, not out of arrogance or fearlessness, but simply because he no longer felt like hiding.

Besides, with Marcus, Lily, and Amber all wearing concealment masks, no one could link their faces to real names. Even if someone stared straight at them, all they would see were legends passing by.

And truthfully, Marcus enjoyed it.

This was freedom. The wind, the speed, the ability to do exactly as he pleased. Sneaking around had never truly suited him anyway. He preferred saving that side of himself for moments that mattered, like burying a blade in an enemy’s back when they least expected it.

As they thundered across the open land, every player they passed froze in place. Gasps and cheers followed in their wake. Some were so distracted by the sight of a violet pegasus cutting through the sky and a demonic stallion blazing across the earth that they forgot what they were doing entirely. A few unfortunate souls took a monster’s attack head-on, disappearing in flashes of light and earning themselves a ten-minute respawn timer along with a story they would be telling for weeks.

Marcus let the Nightmare Dragon Steed find its own pace, trusting it to follow Amber’s trail through the sky. He had no idea where she was headed, nor did he particularly care. The rhythm of the gallop, the rush of air, and the warmth pressed against his chest wrapped him in an unfamiliar but welcome calm.

That calm, however, was quickly becoming a distraction.

Lily sat nestled against him, her body fitting naturally within the circle of his arms. Marcus found his thoughts drifting away from the road ahead, replaced by a quiet, selfish wish that Amber would keep riding forever, allowing this moment to stretch on without end.

They had no destination, no purpose beyond motion itself, just the wind at their faces and the shared warmth between them.

Marcus held Lily gently, his arms secure around her slender waist. His hands rested against her stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breathing. She leaned back into him without hesitation, her warmth seeping through his armor. Her hair streamed behind them, carrying her scent with it, and each powerful stride of the Dragon Steed pressed her more firmly against him, sending an unwanted but undeniable heat through his veins show.

The steady, rolling rhythm of the gallop drew them closer with every stride. The contact, the motion, the closeness slowly stripped away his restraint. Marcus exhaled quietly, realizing that Lily’s presence was more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced.

"Babe," he murmured.

He had read about moments like this, about reckless passion sparked by speed and danger, but he had never imagined living one himself, much less with someone who meant so much to him. Pride and affection swelled in his chest. The road ahead was empty, the plains wide and open, and temptation won.

"Babe," he whispered again as he pulled her closer. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a deep, lingering kiss.

The sensation sent a jolt through him. The wind roared past, the world blurred around them, and the sweetness of her response pushed him past the point of stopping. One hand stayed firm at her waist to keep her steady, while the other traced a slow path along her side, moving upward with deliberate intent, memorizing every curve beneath his touch.

"Mmm..."

Lily gasped softly, her breath hitching despite herself. Being teased like this in the middle of a ride was wrong, reckless, and utterly unfair. Her shyness flared at once, telling her this was neither the time nor the place, but the moment his arms tightened and his presence surrounded her, that fragile resolve collapsed. She wanted his touch, his strength, the overwhelming certainty of his affection.

As his kiss deepened and his hand continued its slow exploration, Lily stopped resisting entirely. The spark ignited into a steady flame, and she kissed him back with sudden urgency, clinging to him as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

Was she being shameless? Was she really so easy to stir?

No. She knew the truth, and so did Marcus.

With him, she did not need walls or pride. She was simply his, a woman who had chosen him as her world. To others, she might be distant and untouchable, but to the man she loved, she was exactly what he desired.

A soft moan slipped from her lips as her strength gave way. Lily relaxed fully against Marcus’s chest, surrendering to the rhythm of the galloping hooves and the warmth of his hold. Her hands found his, gripping tightly as sensation washed through her.

Surrounded by wind, fire, and motion, Lily had never felt more cherished.