LEGENDARY BROKEN PLAYER - VRMMORPG

Broken had already marked the location where he suspected the dragonkin were hiding.

At least now, he wouldn’t have to aimlessly search the forest anymore.

With this, he could focus on gathering intel, uncovering the truth about the dragonkin, and figuring out what they were hiding. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

But getting there would still take time.

So, as usual, he would proceed slowly, adjusting their exploration schedule to match their real-world responsibilities.

“Let’s go, continue?” he said to SexyGrill, who had been fighting non-stop for hours now.

The girl nodded, about to climb back onto Polly when—

They both felt something.

A presence.

It came from behind them.

Then, a sharp yet controlled voice rang out.

“So you’re the ones responsible!”

Broken immediately turned toward the source.

Above the man’s head, a player name: Vallrick.

A figure cloaked in black stood before them, revealing only his face, illuminated faintly in the night. His brown hair was slightly unkempt, and despite the darkness, it was clear—he was a player.

Had he been part of the earlier group? Had he been left behind?

[SexyGrill]: “Kill him?”

[Broken]: “That’s not even a real question.”

Without hesitation, Broken drew his spear and began walking toward the man.

Vallrick didn’t flinch. His voice remained cold, unwavering.

“The people I hired were slaughtered because of you.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I know the truth. The dragonkin weren’t after them…”

His gaze locked onto Broken.

“They were after you.”

Unfortunately, Broken hadn’t hidden his name, nor had SexyGrill. Which meant this player already knew exactly who they were.

Not that it mattered. Broken had no intention of explaining himself. It wouldn’t make a difference.

But something caught Broken’s attention.

This man… had said that the players from earlier were people he hired.

So he was their boss?

The real reason behind whatever mission had brought them to this forest?

Interesting.

But no matter what his intentions were, the fact remained—his entire group was gone. And now, he was alone.

Broken didn’t care. He had zero interest in getting involved with this guy any further. Especially not when he suddenly appeared just to throw accusations like this.

His presence here was suspicious.

Was he here for revenge?

Did he actually think he could do something about what happened to his men?

It didn’t matter.

Without a word, Broken moved.

He rushed forward, spear in hand, fully prepared to end this encounter before it dragged on.

“Wait, stop! Don’t move!” the man shouted.

But Broken didn’t stop.

“Wait! Stop! I know you—King Broken! Please don’t attack!”

The moment Broken’s spear was about to strike, the man shielded his face with his arms, flinching hard.

He knew who Broken was. Which, honestly, wasn’t surprising.

After all, Broken had been in the spotlight quite a lot lately—from the Dissidia War to the Eternal Challenge.

But what was this guy trying to do? Was he planning to use his knowledge of Broken’s identity to pressure him?

To threaten him?

To force him into a corner?

“I know you! Please, don’t hurt me! I don’t mean any harm!”

Broken’s expression remained cold, unreadable.

“First.” His voice was calm but firm. “I don’t care about whatever business you had here. You came to me, and I don’t like that.”

“Second.” His grip on the spear tightened. “I simply don’t like you.”

“Please, stop! Don’t do this!”

Then, to Broken’s surprise, the man dropped to his knees, raising both hands in surrender.

“Please, let me explain! Don’t kill me! I’m not a threat to you!”

A notification popped up.

[Valrick Lv. 176 has sent you a friend request.]

Broken rejected it immediately.

“See? My level is low.” Valrick spoke quickly, almost desperate. “I can’t do anything to you. Just give me a chance to explain!”

Broken narrowed his eyes.

“Why should I?”

The man lifted both hands higher, showing that he had no weapons drawn.

“I know who you are. You’re King Broken… a hero admired by so many.”

His voice almost sounded convinced of his own words.

“I know you won’t kill me.”

Turns out, the man’s attempt to flatter Broken had the opposite effect. Instead of calming him down, it only made him more irritated.

Hero admired by so many, my ass!

It was clear as day—this guy was trying to suck up just to save himself. And Broken hated it.

The man realized Broken wasn’t buying it, so he kept talking, scrambling for anything that might spare his life.

“I’ll pay you! Just don’t kill me!”

Broken scoffed. “I don’t need your money.”

“Soul Stone! Level 220! Epic-grade!” the man blurted out.

At that moment, a crystal materialized in his hand, its surface shimmering faintly under the thin moonlight.

Epic-grade Soul Stone?

Broken paused for a second.

Now that was interesting.

The man caught onto his hesitation immediately.

“I have plenty of valuable things. I know you like collecting materials—I mean, we can make this mutually beneficial. Just hear me out.”

Then, to prove his sincerity, he tossed the Soul Stone toward SexyGrill, making no attempt to hold onto it.

He just gave it up.

An Epic-grade Soul Stone—something that valuable, and he let it go so easily?

Who the hell was this guy? His level was low, but his resources clearly weren’t.

“Now, please, I just want to talk.” The man kept his hands up, still kneeling. “And I have an offer. That Soul Stone? It’s yours.”

Broken narrowed his eyes. “Why should I trust you?”

There had to be something bigger at stake. No one gave away an item like that unless they were desperate—or had something far more valuable they were after.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

The man nodded quickly. “Let me explain. And once you hear me out, you decide whether to believe me or not.”

Broken held his position, his spear still raised, but he didn’t strike—not yet.

Behind him, SexyGrill had already picked up the Soul Stone, rolling it over in her hands as she inspected it closely.

“Broken, it’s real.” Her voice carried a hint of surprise. “This is actually an Epic-grade Soul Stone. He’s not lying.”

Broken’s gaze remained locked on the man before him.

Just who was this guy? A low-level player, yet wealthy enough to hire 40 mercenaries—who were now all dead at the hands of the dragonkin.

And what exactly was he looking for in a place like this?

He turned slightly toward SexyGrill. “Grill, do you recognize him? His name? His face?”

SexyGrill stepped closer, squinting as she gave the man a good, long look.

Then, with absolute certainty, she shrugged. “Nope.”

Her tone was casual, completely unimpressed.

“Not even a little?”

“Not at all. His name and face don’t ring a bell.”

Broken nodded slowly, his attention shifting back to the kneeling man.

“Fine.” His tone was cold and firm. “I’ll let you explain. But if even a single word sounds like a lie to me—”

He tapped his spear against the ground, sending a faint crackle of energy through the dirt.

“I’ll kill you.”

The man’s tense expression shifted instantly.

“Yes, sure! Of course!” he smiled, nodding quickly.

But then—he suddenly paused, his face shifting into realization.

“Wait! No!” His eyes widened in panic. “I mean—I’m not happy about the killing part! I’m just glad I got to talk!”

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