Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Broken followed the Queen as they moved through the grand corridors of the palace.

Queen Nerisa floated effortlessly ahead, her long, silken hair drifting gracefully through the water with each movement. Behind him, the two elite merfolk guards glided smoothly, their posture composed and perfect.

Meanwhile—

Broken had to jump and swim in awkward bursts just to keep up.

Honestly? This felt ridiculous.

There was no graceful way to “walk” underwater without looking like an idiot, and compared to them, he felt like a flailing fish.

But he kept his face completely unreadable—as if this was totally fine and he wasn’t, in fact, low-key annoyed by how inelegant he looked right now.

Eventually, they arrived at a grand hall, leading to a massive, ornate door ahead of them.

The two elite guards floated forward, placing their hands against the intricately carved coral panels, and with a low, rumbling shift, the doors swung open.

Queen Nerisa turned to him and gestured inside.

A silent invitation.

Broken took a small step forward and glanced inside.

At first glance, it looked like a normal room—luxurious, but nothing particularly alarming.

So, without hesitation, he stepped in.

And then—

He stumbled.

What the—?!

His feet hit solid ground, and his body adjusted awkwardly, as if his entire balance had been thrown off.

Because—

There was no water.

This room—was filled with air.

The moment he stepped fully inside, the water from the outside didn’t follow him in. Instead, the room was completely sealed, separating it from the underwater world outside.

The floor was made of smooth, polished stone, and ornate sea-crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glowing softly with a bluish-white light. The walls were lined with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse faintly, possibly the source of whatever magic kept this space breathable.

And the most surprising thing?

At the far end of the chamber, in an elegant, draped-off section—

There was a massive, lavish bed.

A bed.

Not a floating cocoon or some kind of water-filled chamber—just a regular, impossibly luxurious bed, lined with soft, flowing fabrics that shimmered like pearls.

So…

The Queen of an Aquatic Kingdom actually slept on land?

Huh.

The space was huge, yet still maintained an aura of elegance and royalty. In the center, there was a low, curved table surrounded by ornate chairs, clearly meant for receiving guests.

Queen Nerisa entered behind him, stepping forward with fluid grace, and gestured toward the seating area.

“Please, have a seat.”

Broken moved to one of the regal chairs, settling himself comfortably. Across from him, Queen Nerisa took her seat, crossing one leg over the other with effortless elegance.

A moment later, more merfolk entered the room.

But this time, they were clearly servants—female merfolk who, the moment they crossed into the chamber, their lower bodies transformed, shifting from long, elegant tails into human legs.

Interesting.

They moved with practiced precision, carrying trays of food and drink, which they carefully placed on the table in front of him.

It was a beautiful display—plates of fresh ocean delicacies, and elegant goblets filled with a glowing blue liquid.

Queen Nerisa gestured toward the food.

“You may eat.”

Broken glanced at her for a second, then casually reached for something that looked like a golden, glowing fruit.

He took a bite—

And the moment the flavor hit his tongue, he paused.

Oh.

Oh, this is good.

Broken continued eating, keeping his movements relaxed and unbothered, though he was fully aware of Queen Nerisa’s gaze on him the entire time.

Her expression was calm, poised, and undeniably regal, but unlike before, the cold distance in her demeanor had slightly softened.

Still, her presence was intense.

And honestly?

It was a little distracting.

Not because he was intimidated—though, realistically, she was strong enough to kill him effortlessly—but because…

She was just too elegant.

Her refined aura, the way she carried herself, the way her silver-white hair floated so effortlessly in the air—

It was the kind of beauty that was hard to ignore.

Not that he was comparing, but…

Alora, his wife, had a different kind of presence. She had always been graceful, but her aura leaned toward youthful, warm, and vibrant.

Nerisa, on the other hand, was composed, refined, and held an air of quiet dominance.

Even now, she was simply watching him—unwavering, patient, unreadable.

After finishing his meal, Broken leaned back slightly, resting his arm against the chair.

This was… awkward.

Not because he wasn’t used to dealing with nobles—he was a King, after all—but because this whole situation had escalated way too fast.

Just minutes ago, he was locked in a deep-sea prison.

Now? He was sitting in the private chamber of the Oceanic Kingdom’s Queen, being watched like a rare artifact.

Before he could fully process his next move, Nerisa finally spoke.

Her voice was smooth yet commanding, effortlessly carrying the weight of authority.

“I will grant you anything. Yes, anything—without exception—if you aid us in solving our greatest crisis.”

He blinked.

Damn.

That was fast.

At least give him some time to think, not just drop something that intense out of nowhere.

His mind instantly went into analysis mode.

Offering him anything? That was way too generous.

There had to be more behind this.

This wasn’t just about the Abyssal Naga Egg—this was something bigger.

Still, he had no choice but to play along.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he met her gaze.

“Please, tell me— what exactly is this problem? And how do you expect me to help?”

Queen Nerisa’s face remained impossibly composed, her expression a perfect mix of calm elegance and emotionless detachment.

Broken was starting to wonder if she even knew how to smile.

She was difficult to read—so much so that every word she spoke felt like a carefully measured move, a part of a larger game he wasn’t fully seeing yet.

And that bothered him.

Because in situations like this, not knowing the full picture could get him killed.

Then, she spoke again.

“We hold a treasure of great value—one that the demons seek.”

His focus sharpened instantly.

Demons… again.

These bastards were always trying to take over Yunatea, even though they already had Hell. No matter where he went, they seemed to be at the center of every catastrophe.

But here’s the thing—

If even a kingdom this powerful was struggling against them—

Then what the hell did they expect him to do?

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his chair as he leaned forward slightly.

“I’m going to need a lot more details than that.”

His tone remained steady, but there was an edge to it now.

“Tell me exactly what this ‘treasure’ is. Tell me about the demons. And tell me what you expect me to do. I can tell you want this resolved quickly, so don’t waste my time—just say it outright.”

He was done with cryptic half-answers.

If she wanted his help, she needed to be direct.

A brief silence filled the chamber as Queen Nerisa studied him, her piercing blue gaze unwavering.

Then—

She finally spoke.

“This is an ancient treasure—one we obtained from the Vensalor Elves.”

Broken’s entire body went still.

His mind stopped.

His heartbeat skipped.

Wait—

WHAT?!

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