MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room, sprawled out in their usual spots. The excitement in the air was undeniable—tomorrow, they'd be entering Serpent Dungeon for the first time.

Ana was the first to break the silence. "Alright, so we're finally going dungeon diving. Who's ready to make history?"

Liz smirked. "Or become history."

Daniel, sitting with his arms crossed, frowned slightly. "We don't even know what's inside yet."

Mist Low, comfortably lounging in a recliner, chuckled. "Exactly. That's what makes it fun."

Mark rubbed his chin. "The forum's been losing its mind over this dungeon. No one's cleared it yet, not even the big guilds. If we're going in, we need a plan."

Liz pulled up her phone, scrolling through the latest discussions. "All we know for sure is that it's level-locked at 3, and the deeper floors get brutal. Even Cute Mist's guild got wiped."

Ana grinned. "Which means we've got a shot at being the first."

Mist smirked. "I like the confidence."

Daniel leaned forward, serious. "We can't afford to be reckless. If no one has beaten this place yet, it's for a reason."

Celeste, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. "Then we don't fight blindly. We go in prepared." Her voice was calm, firm, the kind that shut down arguments before they started. "No unnecessary risks. We observe, learn the enemy patterns, and adapt."

Mark nodded. "Agreed. We play smart. Mist, since you're so eager, what's your take?"

Mist grinned, tapping his fingers against his knee. "Most guilds rely on brute force. They think throwing numbers at the problem will get them through. But from what I've seen, this dungeon isn't built for that. Tight spaces, hidden traps, enemies that punish groups that move too carelessly."

Daniel frowned. "So a smaller team has a better chance?"

Mist nodded. "Exactly. Less noise, fewer mistakes, and more flexibility."

Liz raised an eyebrow. "And that's supposed to help when we're up against a dungeon full of god-knows-what?"

Ana grinned. "It means we just have to be better than everyone else."

Celeste stretched and stood up. "Then we stick to the plan. Slow, careful progress. No rushing into fights. We'll gather information, test the dungeon's mechanics, and adapt."

Daniel nodded. "Works for me."

Ana pumped her fist. "Tomorrow, we make history!"

Liz smirked. "Or at least make a really dramatic entrance."

Mist chuckled. "Either way, I'm looking forward to it."

Mark sighed, but he couldn't help the small grin forming on his face.

Tomorrow, they'd be stepping into the unknown. And whether they won or lost, it was going to be one hell of a ride.

The smell of coffee and toast filled the kitchen as Celeste prepared breakfast. She moved with her usual efficiency, barely making a sound as she poured herself a cup.

Daniel trudged in, hair messy, eyes half-open. He grabbed a chair and slumped into it, groaning. "Too early…"

Liz walked in next, far more awake, already sipping her own coffee. "It's almost noon, Daniel."

Daniel just grumbled in response, resting his head on the table.

Ana entered with her usual energy, stretching as she sat down. "Big day today! First dungeon run. Hope you all got a good night's sleep." She glanced at Daniel and smirked. "Well, most of us."

Mist Low, as always, arrived with a dramatic flair, leaning against the doorway. "Ah, breakfast with such lovely company. Truly, my morning is blessed."

Celeste didn't even look up. "Eat or leave."

Mist grinned. "Ah, Celeste, your warmth could melt the coldest of hearts."

Liz snorted. "Too bad yours is just as frozen."

Mark finally entered, looking more focused than usual. He sat down and quietly buttered a piece of toast before speaking. "Everyone still set for the dungeon?"

Daniel sat up, rubbing his face. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me wake up first."

Ana grinned. "We're gonna make history."

Mark nodded, taking a sip of his coffee

As breakfast wrapped up, everyone lingered around the kitchen, the excitement for Mortal Online hanging in the air.

Mark, finishing his coffee, finally spoke. "After we log in, we can wait about six hours before heading into Serpent Dungeon."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Why wait?"

Mark leaned back. "Think about it. Everyone who rushed in at launch failed. If we go in right away, we're just walking into the same mess. But if we give it some time, we can gather information from the forums, maybe even pick up some useful gear."

Liz nodded. "Makes sense. Let the first wave of players test the waters while we go in with an actual plan."

Ana smirked. "Smart. We let others suffer so we don't have to."

Mist Low chuckled. "A man after my own heart. Let fools run ahead, and we'll walk over their corpses."

Celeste finished washing her cup and turned to the group. "Fine. Six hours, then we go in. No distractions."

Daniel stretched. "Well, guess that means we've got time to kill. What's the plan until then?"

Mark smirked slightly. "I've got a few things to prepare. You guys do whatever."

Ana grinned. "Then it's settled. We log in, wait, and then we make history."

With that, the group dispersed, each heading to their rooms to prepare. The countdown had begun.

As Mark walked back to his room, he kept his expression neutral, but his mind was already working ahead of the group.

I already know how to clear Serpent Dungeon.

The forum discussions, the failed attempts by bigger guilds, the environmental clues—it all pointed to a simple yet crucial weakness. The dungeon's biggest threat wasn't just the monsters. It was the poison.

Everyone is struggling because they underestimated it. But if you can counter the poison… the dungeon becomes manageable.

He smirked slightly. That's where I come in.

Instead of rushing in blind, he'd let the chaos continue outside. More players would fail, more frustration would build up. And when desperation kicked in, they'd realize what they needed—Poison Resistance Potions.

I'll make a fortune before we even step inside.

By the time his group was ready to enter, he'd have enough stock to sell at a premium. Players would pay any price just to have a chance at surviving longer.

Let them struggle. Let them drive up demand.

Mark sat at his desk, opening his alchemy menu. He had six hours before the run.

Plenty of time to turn this into an opportunity.