Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

The water around Broken twisted violently as he propelled forward, his figure cloaked in shadow. The entire battlefield seemed to pause for a heartbeat, as if the ocean itself held its breath.

The Named Demon turned, his face twisted in rage as he sensed the surge of incoming power.

"YOU DARE, HUMAN?!" Haagenti roared. "I WILL RIP YOU APA—"

But Broken didn't flinch.

He didn't speak.

He didn't hesitate.

He moved like a phantom—fluid, merciless, inevitable. The shadow flames exploded outward as the blade cleaved straight through the demon's neck—clean, silent, precise.

Haagenti's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth still open mid-roar as his head separated from his body, drifting in slow motion.

[Named Demon: Duke Haagenti (Lv. 312) defeated.]

[You have slain a High-Ranking Named Demon – Ranking 48]

[Reward Acquired: Demon Shift Skill Upgraded – Cooldown reduced to 1 minute]

Broken raised an eyebrow, glancing at the glowing notification hovering in front of him.

"Wow… not bad."

But the system wasn't done.

[Legendary Item Acquired: Demonbrand Spinewhip (Cape Accessory)]

[Forged from the severed tail of Duke Haagenti, this twisted relic pulses with demonic power. Increases underwater movement speed, enhances critical damage when striking from behind, and grants a temporary berserk state when HP drops below 30%.]

Broken stared at it for a moment, grinning.

Now that… was a reward worth the chaos.

Well… the Named Demon was really dead.

Broken floated there, panting softly, a grin spreading across his face. "Haha…" The satisfaction was real even if his body felt like it had been through a hurricane.

Broken exhaled, deactivating Eternal Flame – Grim Reaper. The swirling shadow tendrils melted away from his body like smoke dissolving into the sea. The power faded, and with it, the weight he'd been carrying through that final charge.

At the same time, the golden shimmer of the Golden Paragon behind him blinked out, the summoned avatar vanishing into the depths. With that, Broken was… done. He couldn't fight anymore. Not with what was left in him.

But at least he wasn't walking away empty-handed.

His Demon Shift skill had been upgraded—the cooldown now reduced to a single minute. He hadn't tapped into its full potential yet, but that change? It would definitely matter later.

And the real prize?

The Legendary Cape Accessory—shaped like a twisted, demonic tail, cut from Haagenti himself.

Abyssal Tail of Haagenti – Demonbrand Spinewhip.

It gave him enhanced mobility underwater, boosted critical damage from behind, and even triggered a berserk state when his HP dropped low. More importantly, he could now move through the ocean like a true predator.

No more flailing around like a clueless fool down here.

Queen Nerisa glided toward him, still battered, still regal, but with far less tension on her face now. Her sharp eyes met his, and though she didn't say anything at first, the look said enough.

She gave him one last glance before dashing off—her speed picking up as she rejoined the remaining battle. There were still enemies to clean up.

But it was clear now.

The demon forces were beginning to retreat. The moment they sensed their commander was dead, the tide shifted. Disorder rippled through their ranks. They were pulling back.

They knew they had lost.

Broken equipped the new item, the Tail of Haagenti, and the moment it activated, a long, whip-like demonic tail emerged from behind him, pulsing faintly with deep, red glow.

"Great…" he muttered with a smirk. "Now I really do look like that Named Demon."

It was a cape accessory, meaning he couldn't wear any other cape while using it—but that didn't matter. He wouldn't be needing any other cape down here. This one was perfect for the ocean.

He gave his body a push—and immediately felt the difference. His movements through the water became fluid, powerful, almost instinctual. He had truly become something else—an oceanic creature in form and function.

In the distance, he watched as the demon forces scattered, fleeing under the relentless assault of the merfolk. They no longer fought with conviction—their leader was dead, and their will had broken.

The battle was over.

It ended faster than he had expected. The Oceanic Kingdom had won.

But at what cost?

The protective dome—their greatest defense—lay shattered. Whether it could be restored was still unknown. And their army… more than 40% of it was gone.

That number hit hard.

Nearly half their forces had been wiped out in a single battle. If another kingdom were to attack now, there'd be no defending this place. They'd crumble.

It was brutal. Utterly brutal.

One war, and a kingdom nearly destroyed.

And this was a powerful kingdom—Queen Nerisa's kingdom. One of the strongest. If her forces could raze a land-based kingdom overnight… what would happen if the oceanic empires decided to conquer the surface?

It wouldn't even be a war.

It would be an eradication.

Broken watched silently as the last of the demons vanished, slipping through their teleportation portal, defeated and humiliated.

Then, silence.

The ocean settled.

The war was over. Completely.

From the city's edge, merfolk began emerging slowly—first in hesitant clusters, then in waves.

Across the battlefield, the warriors who had survived were tending to each other. Some carried their wounded comrades in their arms, others used healing magic, and more simply embraced each other as the weight of survival hit them all at once.

And then, a cheer rose.

At first, it was scattered. A voice here. Another there. But it grew louder. Stronger.

"Victory!"

"Victory for the Kingdom!"

"Glory to Queen Nerisa!"

"Long live King Broken!"

The cries echoed across the waters, the sound reverberating like a song of triumph.

They roared as if they had just witnessed the impossible—because they had. The death of a Named Demon. The survival of their kingdom. A miracle carved in blood and desperation.

Queen Nerisa floated silently beside Broken, her posture elegant as always.

From the waters below, the merfolk looked up to them. They raised their weapons, their hands, their voices in unison.

"Queen Nerisa and King Broken!"

"Queen Nerisa and King Broken!"

The chant shook the very ocean.

Nerisa turned slightly toward him. "Congratulations. You've earned their trust."

Broken gave her a faint, wry smile. "When all of this is over, you won't have anything left to give me as a reward."

Her lips curled into a small, rare smile of her own. She didn't deny it.

As they floated in silence, Broken couldn't help but reflect on the fragility of it all.

This kingdom—so vast, so powerful, so steeped in ancient magic and legacy—had nearly been torn apart by the arrival of a single Named Demon. Queen Nerisa had centuries of dominance behind her, a storied history that included conflicts even with the forest elves of Vensalor Kingdom. And yet, today, her kingdom had bled.

It hadn't fallen to ruin like Dissidia Kingdom had—where even the king himself was slain—but the damage was undeniable. Recovery would take time… maybe a long time.

Side by side, Broken and Queen Nerisa began drifting toward the heart of the city.

"Do you think another attack will come?" Broken asked. "Now that they know you're vulnerable?"

Nerisa's voice was calm, resolute. "We're always ready for war. That's nothing new."

"That's not what I'm asking," he replied, casting her a glance. "It's not about being ready. If this keeps happening, you'll keep dragging me into these battles. And if that's the case."

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "...my price just went up."