Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

There was no other choice.

The kraken’s grip was far too powerful, its tentacles crushing the ship with unstoppable force.

By Broken’s estimate, the monster’s sheer size was at least three to four times that of the golem ship—a truly colossal presence.

And it was winning.

The damage to Aego was already visible in several places, and that realization tightened a knot of dread in Broken’s chest. Because he knew just how insanely expensive it had been to build this golem ship.

Losing it was not an option.

But at this point—

It was no longer a matter of choice.

Broken turned, scanning his crew one last time.

Everyone had already prepared their diving devices—ready for whatever hell awaited them once the ship vanished.

The moment he unsummoned Aego, they would all be at the mercy of the raging ocean.

And in a storm like this—

If this were the real world—

No one would survive. Not a single one of them.

Broken exhaled, steadying his voice.

“We endure. No matter what happens, anyone who survives will regroup at my location. And we will retrieve anyone left behind.”

Determination flashed in his crew’s eyes.

No one hesitated.

They all knew the risk.

They all knew the cost.

But they would make it through.

At that moment, the vines from Gaia surged forward, wrapping around everyone’s waists, trying to anchor them together against the coming storm.

But even as they held tight—

The violent tremors inside the ship only grew worse.

It was time.

Broken unsummoned the golem ship.

And then—

The storm swallowed them.

A massive, unstoppable force tore through their formation.

The very instant Aego disappeared, the screaming winds and churning waves ripped through them like a giant’s wrath.

The world became a blur—

Their bodies were thrown violently in all directions.

The vines snapped under the sheer force, unable to withstand the storm’s savagery.

Everyone was scattered.

Broken barely had time to react—

He clenched his hold on SexyGrill and SexyBloom, desperately using Gaia’s vines to pull them toward him.

But that only meant—

Instead of being flung into the air—

They were dragged down.

Into the ocean’s abyss.

The powerful currents seized them, their bodies immediately pulled into the depths—

The water was pitch black, the pressure crushing, the movement uncontrollable.

Broken could barely see. His vision blurred, his body twisting and turning in the violent whirlpool—

And in that moment—

He only had seconds to react.

He tightened his grip around SexyBloom’s wrist—

Right before the ocean swallowed them whole.

***

Broken’s eyes fluttered open, only to be met with a blinding flash of sunlight piercing into his vision.

He instinctively shut his eyes again, groaning as the brightness stabbed into his senses.

The feeling beneath him—

Sand.

His fingers curled into the warm grains, the fine texture confirming what his body already knew.

He was on land.

With a sharp inhale, he forced himself upright, scanning the area around him.

And hell—

He was stranded on an island.

The shoreline stretched to his left and right, the waves gently lapping at the sand as if the storm from last night had never happened.

But he was alone.

No other signs of his crew.

Turning his gaze inland, he spotted a dense jungle, its towering trees stretching far beyond his view.

How big was this island?

The sun was already high in the sky—probably midday.

The last thing he remembered was unsummoning Aego, then being dragged under the waves. His crew had been scattered, and even SexyBloom and SexyGrill had slipped from his grasp in the chaos.

Broken quickly opened his party settings, scanning the status of his teammates—

And there it was. Both SexyGrill and SexyBloom were still alive.

A wave of relief washed over him.

Not only that—

They had already started messaging him.

Apparently, they had washed up on the same island.

Broken quickly pulled up his map, pinpointing their location.

Their markers were in the same spot, meaning they had already found each other before he did.

Good.

At least they weren’t alone.

He exhaled, turning his gaze toward the forest ahead.

“Pawpaw, go take a walk. Find some food.” He spoke casually.

At his command, a dark shape materialized before him.

The demon beast cat appeared, lifting its head with an unusual sharpness, its eyes locking onto the jungle. Unlike its usual lazy demeanor, Pawpaw’s ears perked up, its body tensed with awareness.

Without a sound, the cat bounded forward, leaping playfully across the sand before vanishing into the forest.

Broken finally checked his other messages.

Ronan and Mizuki.

They had also survived.

And they were on this same island.

Good.

At least some of his crew had made it.

But he still didn’t know how many had failed to survive the storm from last night.

But… The fact that they had all washed up on this small island—

In the middle of the vast ocean—

Wasn’t that too much of a coincidence?

Broken wasn’t sure what kind of place this was, but one thing was clear—

No other player had likely set foot here before.

Before making any decisions about leaving, he needed to learn more about this island.

What resources were here?

Were there monsters?

Or perhaps—

Something even rarer?

“Broken…!”

“Brother…!”

The familiar voices made him turn. Two figures were running toward him from the other side of the beach—

SexyGrill and SexyBloom.

The moment they got closer, Broken stood up, a small smile forming as he saw them.

They were safe—

Exhausted, clearly, but alive.

“Looks like we got a surprise vacation.” SexyGrill said with a laugh, stretching her arms.

SexyBloom, however, scowled at her.

“Vacation?! Grill, we’re stranded on a random island in the middle of nowhere! How is this a vacation?!”

SexyGrill smirked, then gestured toward the dense forest behind them.

“Well, Bloom… just think about it. Look at this island. How big is it? We’re in the middle of a vast and untamed ocean. Who knows what we might find here? Rare monsters? Valuable resources?”

Broken chuckled. That was exactly what he had been thinking, too.

Just then—

More figures appeared in the distance, making their way toward them.

Ronan, Mizuki, the members of Sexy Killers, and other surviving crew members.

The group was finally coming together again.

“King—hahaha! Thank the gods, we made it.” Ronan said, his usual confidence intact despite the situation.

“How many did we lose?”

Ronan’s grin faded slightly, but he answered without hesitation.

“Five from our crew didn’t make it. Two more are still lost in the ocean… but if the currents follow the same pattern, they might wash up here soon.”

Broken turned toward SexyGrill.

The Sexy Killers members were all accounted for.

Good.

At least the casualties weren’t as severe as they could have been.

Satisfied with the final outcome of this unexpected disaster, Broken exhaled softly and made his way toward the shoreline.

It was time to summon Aego again.

But of course—

He couldn’t summon the golem ship on the beach.

Without hesitation, he called out Polly, his flying spirit beast.

As soon as the fox-like creature materialized, Broken mounted it and flew further out over the water, putting enough distance between him and the shore.

He summoned Aego. The massive golem ship emerged once more—

And the moment Broken laid eyes on it again, he let out a slow breath.

Even from the outside, the damage was obvious.

The storm had taken its toll.

He turned back toward the shore, where Ronan and the others were already approaching the newly summoned ship.

They had survived.

But before they could think about what to do next—

The ship had to be repaired first.