LEGENDARY BROKEN PLAYER - VRMMORPG

The door to his office swung open, and in stepped a familiar face—one he hadn’t seen in months.

Yara.

The cheerful maid with short, orange hair entered with her usual bright expression.

“My Lord…” she hurried forward, standing before him.

Right behind her, another figure followed—a young elf girl with long blonde hair.

Nimue.

She was Elowen’s younger sister.

“Your Majesty, King Broken,” Nimue greeted formally, bowing deeply. “Welcome back to Slumdon Town.”

Hearing that, Yara suddenly froze, her eyes widening. It seemed she had just realized her mistake.

“My Lord— I mean— Your Majesty! I-I’m so sorry!” Yara panicked, immediately dropping to her knees before Broken.

“Forgive me, I—uh—King—ah—Your Majesty—I forgot—please forgive me! I’m not used to it yet!” she stammered.

Broken chuckled, watching her flustered reaction.

Yara had always been like this—awkward, clumsy, and completely unsure how to act around him.

“Yara, stand up. You don’t need to do that. I’m still the same person you’ve always known.”

Yara hesitated, looking up at him before slowly rising to her feet.

Then, as if trying to correct herself, she bowed again.

“Your Majesty, King Broken… welcome back to Slumdon Town. We’ve all missed you here.”

Then, she suddenly froze again.

Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said.

“Ah! No—wait—I mean—King—uhm—” she stammered, completely panicking.

Broken laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s fine. Now, come on—show me around the city. I’ve missed this place too.”

Yara immediately perked up, nodding eagerly.

With that, he stepped out of the room, Yara and Nimue following closely behind.

Broken stepped out of the room, switching his outfit to his standard armor.

To further conceal his identity, he donned his helmet, ensuring that no one in the city would recognize him.

If word got out that Broken was here, it would cause a stir—especially among players and residents.

Most people believed he was still in Dissidia Kingdom’s capital, and the fact that he could move between cities so easily was not something he wanted to reveal to anyone outside his trusted circle.

As he walked, he spoke quietly.

“Maylock is in town, isn’t he?”

Yara, following closely behind, nodded.

“Yes, King… Lord Maylock is currently training the knights.”

Broken, accompanied by Yara and Nimue, made his way downstairs and stepped out of the House of Slumdon, his boots pressing against the stone streets.

The moment he set foot outside, his gaze swept across the revitalized town.

This place—Slumdon Town, once a forgotten settlement in the middle of the desert—had undergone a drastic transformation.

What he saw now was unrecognizable compared to the city he had last visited.

The buildings along the streets were no longer worn-down ruins—they were well-maintained, vibrant, and filled with life.

The town itself, once bleak and dry, now had potted plants and flowers decorating storefronts and walkways, adding a lush green contrast to what had once been a barren landscape.

And then—

The players.

This was the most noticeable change.

Before, players in this town had been few and far between. Now?

They filled the streets, moving with purpose.

And what stood out the most? Their levels. These were not low-level adventurers.

Most of them were at least level 150—a clear sign that Slumdon’s surrounding hunting grounds had become valuable leveling hotspots.

With more players and hunters drawn to the area, the local economy had likely seen an enormous boost.

Slumdon had evolved far beyond what it once was.

It was no longer a dying town in the middle of nowhere. It had become a growing hub of power and opportunity.

And yet—

Broken knew the truth. He had done little to make this happen.

The real driving forces behind this transformation were his companions—Freya, Livelywood, Maylock, and the others. Without them, none of this would have happened so quickly.

Broken walked along the edge of the city streets, his presence largely unnoticed.

The residents glanced toward him occasionally—mainly because he was walking alongside Yara and Nimue, both well-known figures in Slumdon Town.

Some people might have wondered about the identity of the armored man accompanying them.

But none of them suspected it was Broken.

Why would they?

The King Consort of Dissidia Kingdom wouldn’t just show up unannounced in a town like this—without a grand welcome, without an escort, without any formal notice.

With that disguise, his presence remained a mystery to them all.

***

Continuing forward, Broken made his way toward the training grounds.

A large open space, surrounded by a wire-mesh fence, allowed onlookers to see inside while keeping the training area enclosed.

Inside, knights were hard at work.

Some practiced their sword techniques under strict instruction, while others engaged in sparring matches, their blades clashing in intense duels.

And overseeing them all—

Maylock. The archer, wearing his signature sunglasses, stood watching the knights with his arms crossed.

Broken stepped through the entrance, making his way directly toward him.

Noticing the approach, Maylock turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder.

Then, he smirked.

“Well, well… the big man arrives.”

Broken didn’t respond.

Instead, he simply stood beside Maylock, his helmet still concealing his identity, his gamer name hidden.

For now, he remained just another observer.

But—

To Broken’s surprise, some of the knights began to notice him.

Their eyes lingered, their movements hesitating.

Then—one of them reacted instantly. A young female knight with short blonde hair—Anna.

She immediately ran toward Maylock and Broken, her expression lighting up with recognition.

And she wasn’t alone.

The moment she moved, the others followed. Igor. Karl. Elowen. Even Mira, the bunny beastkin.

They all rushed over, their training forgotten in an instant.

Anna reached them first.

Her expression filled with excitement, she stood firmly, then brought her right fist over her heart, bowing slightly.

“Your Majesty, King Broken!”

The others quickly followed suit, standing tall as they performed the formal Dissidia Knight’s salute.

Maylock chuckled. “Looks like you couldn’t hide your identity from them, Broken.”

The surrounding knights who had been training a moment ago now looked on in confusion.

Why had Anna, of all people, suddenly addressed this armored stranger as Your Majesty?

But as they watched the higher-ranking knights—Anna, Igor, Karl, Elowen, and Mira—all showing formal respect, realization spread like wildfire.

One by one, the knights stopped their training, turning their full attention toward him.

Then, without hesitation, they gathered and formed proper ranks, standing in an orderly line.

Broken smiled.

Slowly, he reached up and removed his helmet, revealing his face.

A moment of silence—

Then, the confirmation hit them all at once.

King Broken was here.

And in perfect unison, the entire squad of knights stepped forward and struck their official salute—

A fist over the heart, backs straight, heads bowed slightly in unwavering respect.

“WELCOME BACK, YOUR MAJESTY!” they called out in one voice.

One thing immediately stood out to Broken.

The number of knights.

What had once been a small, struggling force had now grown into the hundreds.

Based on Maylock’s reports, their numbers had already surpassed 400.

That kind of growth—in such a short time—was incredible.

His gaze swept over the gathered knights, noting their discipline and presence.

But there was one thing he was especially curious about.

The progress of his strongest knights—

His commanders.

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