MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

Raven's Inner Thoughts: The True Trap Has Yet to Spring

Raven stood by the stone pillar, his expression unreadable as the auction house descended into pure chaos.

All around him, guild logistics officers—the backbone of major guild operations—were arguing, complaining, and panicking. They had just burned through their silver reserves, scrambling to secure Health and Poison Potions, thinking they had outmaneuvered the competition.

But in reality?

They had already lost.

Raven didn't need to do anything but watch.

Because soon enough, these very guilds would step into Serpent Dungeon (Level 3) and realize something terrifying—

They had spent their entire fortune on the wrong potions.

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The Desperation of Guild Logistics

A young logistics officer from a mid-sized guild ran his hands through his hair, muttering frantically.

"We just spent over 1,000 silver on these damn potions," he groaned. "How the hell am I supposed to explain this to the guild leader?!"

A mage logistics officer slammed her staff against the stone floor. "We didn't have a choice! If we didn't buy them, someone else would have! It's a damn supply war!"

A healer, eyes dark with exhaustion, checked the market again. "We were forced to buy at triple the normal price... and now the supply is gone. This is insane."

Players were refreshing the auction page over and over, praying for a miracle.

But Raven?

He already knew. No miracle was coming.

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The Market Collapse

Every potion Raven had sold was overpriced, but that wasn't the true disaster.

The real problem?

None of these potions would help past the first boss of Serpent Dungeon.

Raven's fingers tapped against his crossed arms as he mentally walked through the dungeon layout.

The first boss, Venomfang Serpent, was dangerous, yes. It had lethal poison attacks, and Health Potions would keep players alive long enough to kill it.

But once that snake was dead, the real nightmare would begin.

Because after that fight, players would enter the Venom Chamber—a cavern filled with toxic mist that constantly drained health over time.

And what did players need to survive it?

Poison Resistance Potions.

Which no one had bought.

Which no one had even thought about.

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Raven's Smirk: Watching the Silver Sinkhole

"They really think they've prepared for the dungeon."

Raven nearly laughed at the thought.

These guilds had poured their silver into an endless pit, thinking they were making a smart investment.

They had rushed to buy Health and Poison Potions.

They had driven up the prices themselves in a desperate bidding war.

They had emptied their entire budgets just to secure a potion supply.

And in a few hours?

They'd be face-to-face with a death trap they never saw coming.

All of their silver—wasted.

All of their plans—doomed.

And Raven was going to watch them drown.

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The First Signs of Panic

A rogue logistics officer from Dark Solution growled, kicking a nearby crate. "We got scammed. Someone manipulated the entire market."

A knight officer from another guild clenched his fists. "What do we do now? We have zero silver left in the guild treasury, and we need at least 60 more health potions!"

A low-level officer turned to Alex, his voice cracking. "You're handling Dark Solution's supplies, right? What's the plan?"

Alex stood stiffly, his face pale as a ghost.

Because Sophie—Dark Solution's ruthless guild leader—had just entered the auction house.

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Sophie Arrives: The True Consequences

Sophie, dressed in sleek black armor with crimson details, strode into the auction house like a queen inspecting her crumbling empire.

Her gaze swept over the defeated logistics officers, unimpressed.

Then her eyes locked onto Alex.

Silence fell.

The moment she spoke, her tone was icy cold.

"Tell me, Alex," she said, voice slow, deliberate, and laced with venom.

"Where. Are. My. Poison Resistance Potions?"

Alex visibly flinched. His lips trembled as he realized—

He had no answer.

Because he had never even thought to buy them.

Because he had spent everything on overpriced Health and Poison Potions.

Because he had completely failed his job.

Sophie's expression didn't change, but the air around her grew heavy, suffocating.

Alex tried to stammer out an excuse. "I—I was focused on the health potion supply. I thought—"

"You thought?" Sophie's voice dropped lower. Dangerous. Deadly. "Tell me, Alex. Did I ask you to think?"

Alex's face drained of color.

The other logistics officers stepped back, silently grateful they weren't in his position.

Because when Sophie was angry, people suffered.

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Raven's Final Thoughts: The Stage Is Set

Raven didn't need to hear the rest.

Sophie was going to tear Alex apart for this blunder, but that was none of his concern.

All he cared about was what came next.

Because in just a few hours—

Guilds would enter Serpent Dungeon (Level 3).

They would defeat the first boss.

They would step into the toxic mist… and start dying.

And when panic took over and players realized their mistake, the next stage of Raven's plan would begin.

The Poison Resistance Potion market.

Raven pushed off the pillar, stretching lazily.

"I'll give them a few hours to suffer."

Then?

He'd sell them the only way to survive.

An Unexpected Find

As Raven watched the guild logistics officers descend into chaos, his eyes casually drifted across the auction house listings.

Most items were the usual junk—low-tier equipment, random crafting materials, overpriced potions, and common skill books.

Nothing special.

Until—

[Ancient Page (Unknown)] – 1 Silver

A tattered, yellowed parchment with no description, listed at a dirt-cheap price.

Raven's brow arched. An old page?

He clicked on it, scanning the minimal details.

Item Type: ???

Rarity: ???

Condition: Poor

Seller: [Anonymous]

"A mystery item for just 1 silver?"

It reeked of being worthless. Some noob probably looted it off a random chest and, not knowing its value, dumped it into the auction for quick money.

Or maybe it really was useless garbage.

But Raven knew better.

In games like Mortal Online, random "junk" items sometimes turned out to be pieces of rare collections, hidden lore, or even quest triggers.

And for 1 silver?

"Even if it's trash, I won't feel a loss."

Without hesitation, he clicked 'Buy' and confirmed the purchase.

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Receiving the Page

Moments later, a small notification popped up.

[You have successfully purchased: Ancient Page (Unknown)]

Raven walked over to the auction retrieval counter, where a bored NPC clerk in dull robes handed him a rolled-up parchment.

As soon as he touched it, an odd sensation crawled up his fingers—a faint, tingling energy.

"Huh?"

He frowned, stepping aside to examine it in detail.

Unrolling the parchment, he saw faded ink, written in a strange, archaic language. The edges were frayed, as if it had been torn from a much larger book.

There was no system prompt, no quest activation.

But Raven had a gut feeling.

"This might be important."

Whatever this Ancient Page was, it wasn't just a piece of junk.

Mockery in the Auction House

As Raven collected the Ancient Page, a snide laugh came from behind him.

"Hah! No way… Did you actually buy that piece of junk?"

Raven turned his head slightly, his expression neutral.

A young warrior in chainmail armor, with a cheap iron sword strapped to his back, leaned against a nearby counter. He had the smug grin of someone who thought he knew better.

"I was the one who put that garbage up for sale," the player sneered. "Some random trash drop from a low-level chest. No stats, no description, no resale value."

The warrior shook his head, chuckling.

"And you actually wasted 1 silver on it? Damn, man, you must really love collecting worthless crap."

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Raven's Response: Indifference

Raven didn't react.

He simply rolled the parchment back up, tucking it into his inventory without a word.

To an outsider, it might've looked like he was ignoring the mockery.

But in reality?

Raven didn't even consider this guy worth acknowledging.

Because in Mortal Online, the difference between those who saw value and those who didn't was massive.

This guy?

He was the type of player who would sell a priceless relic for pocket change… and laugh while doing it.

And Raven?

He was the type who recognized hidden opportunities—the kind that turned "junk" into power.

Still, the warrior wasn't done talking.

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The Warrior's Final Words

"Ah, whatever," the player scoffed. "You'll figure it out soon enough. When you realize that thing is useless, maybe you'll learn a lesson about not wasting money."

With that, he pushed off the counter, walking away with an air of superiority.

Raven watched him go, then turned his attention back to the Ancient Page.

He had a feeling.

A strong one.

"Let's see who the real fool is."