Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Broken was deep in concentration, hammering away at his blacksmith workstation nestled within the Blacksmith Workshop—recently completed thanks to Livelywood and his dedicated team on the Floating Island.

The space wasn’t quite as vast as the grand blacksmith workshop in the Dissidia Capital, but it was functional and well-designed. It could comfortably accommodate up to five blacksmiths working at once, and that made it more than adequate for current needs.

Alongside the smithy, workshops for other production classes had also been prepared in the same vicinity. The entire complex sat at the base of the mountain’s foothills, where the architecture had been thoughtfully crafted to blend with the surrounding nature. Even with development gradually spreading across the island, the scenery retained its natural charm from afar, keeping the island’s character intact.

Paved roads had started to appear across various parts of the island, laid down with the intention of connecting the zones and easing transportation. With these routes in place, moving supplies and materials from one end of the island to the other became far more efficient for the workers.

For now, most of the workforce still lived in makeshift emergency camps. That was expected—current priorities leaned heavily toward constructing defensive facilities first.

A floating island like this, sitting alone in the middle of the ocean without the protection of any formal alliance, was at constant risk of invasion. The threat could come from any direction, at any time.

They needed a proper training ground for troops. They needed workshops solely dedicated to strengthening the island’s military force. And beyond that, they needed production hubs focused on future trade—key to establishing economic relationships with nearby oceanic kingdoms.

If strong diplomatic ties could be forged with the neighboring realms, Broken’s vision would soon come to life. The ultimate goal: to declare this Floating Island as an independent kingdom of its own. And slowly, steadily, that dream was beginning to take shape.

“Where is my Legendary-grade item!” he muttered with exasperation, letting out a long, tired sigh.

For the past two months, he’d been stretching himself thin—shuffling back and forth between Queen Nerissa’s domain and this island, all in pursuit of crafting something extraordinary. It had been an exhausting grind, but he knew he had to keep pushing himself even harder.

On the bright side, his efforts hadn’t been in vain. Broken had managed to upgrade the majority of his skills to level 10, including those tied to the Super Novice Class. More importantly, several of his core abilities had also advanced to higher Levels, giving him even more room to experiment and grow.

One of the biggest achievements was in his Elemental Command Slots—he could now control up to eight golems at once. That was a game-changer. For the first time, he had enough slots to deploy and command every golem currently in his arsenal. Of course, he would eventually need more, but this milestone alone was something to be proud of.

Even more exciting was the breakthrough in his Golem Frame Construction skill. Now at Level 2, it allowed him to merge elements of his golems with liquid materials.

Liquid materials!

The integration was still limited in scale—more like a fusion than a transformation—but just the idea sparked his imagination.

What if, someday, he could build an entirely liquid golem? A creature without a rigid frame, able to shift form, adapt, and flow seamlessly across the battlefield. The possibilities would be endless.

A golem like that wouldn’t just be powerful—it would be truly multifunctional.

But for now, he had to start with the basics. To make the most of these upgrades, he needed to create a brand new golem. One that could fully utilize everything he’d learned and become the prototype for whatever came next.

Broken was still hammering away at the item resting on his anvil.

For the past three days, he’d been pouring all his focus into this project: a new sword, forged especially for SexyGrill. It had been delayed far too long, mostly because Broken wanted the gift to be worthy of everything she’d done for him. She had supported him endlessly, and this was his way of showing it.

Finally, the last blow landed.

A surge of green light rippled from the blade’s core, shimmering with energy.

Unique-grade—again.

He let out a weary sigh, wiping sweat from his brow. Then, without much ceremony, he tossed the result into the guild chat.

[Broken]: “Unique-grade again.”

[Jovina]: “Is that a complaint? Or are you just showing off? Haha.”

[Goldrich]: “Definitely a complaint. He’s been trying to craft another Legendary-grade item for months now with no luck.”

[Jovina]: “That’s just how broken Broken is.”

[RememberMe]: “Master, maybe you should try crafting something for me instead. Who knows? That one might finally turn out Legendary!”

[Jovina]: “Make sure you’re actually useful first. With your garbage level, what’s the point of giving you a good item?”

[RememberMe]: “That’s exactly why I need a good item! So I can fix my garbage level, duh. Hahaha.”

[Jovina]: “Weren’t you busy building a hotel on the floating island, Ronald? I haven’t seen you grinding at all lately.”

[RememberMe]: “Hey hey hey, don’t drop my real name in-game! Come on! Hahaha.”

Broken sat down for a moment, letting the rhythmic hum of the forge fade behind him as he began listing everything still resting on his shoulders—all the responsibilities, all the targets he’d been working toward these past months.

Slumdon Town was the first thing that came to mind. What was once a struggling outpost had now grown into a functioning town, operating with a rhythm and stability that resembled any proper city. While it hadn’t yet reached the scale or sophistication of Valantar City, it was only a matter of time before that changed entirely. The momentum was undeniable.

Maylock, too, had shifted his full attention toward bolstering the military presence in Slumdon. The once dry and forgotten town was now reshaping itself into a center of mining and weapons production. It was thriving. The demand for new weapons and armor was constant, especially with players frequently hunting monsters in the surrounding high-level zones. They always needed upgrades—and business was booming because of it.

Back in Dissidia Capital, things had settled into a smoother rhythm. Security had improved significantly in recent weeks, making the capital feel more fortified and stable with each passing day. The unrest that had previously stirred among the noble houses seemed to have quieted for now, and without further uprisings, the kingdom had entered a rare stretch of calm.

Broken and Maylock continued to tackle threats swiftly, addressing issues before they could grow into something worse. Whether it was trouble from the outskirts or whispers of danger from unknown sources, they both stayed vigilant, acting before chaos could spread.

Then, of course, there was the Floating Island of Vensalor—his most ambitious project to date. The island was still deep in its construction phase, and even under ideal conditions, it would take at least two years of Yunatea time to reach completion. That was assuming everything went smoothly.

But Broken wasn’t interested in rushing it. He wanted this island to be something truly remarkable, a kingdom built with care, strength, and vision. High standards took time. And he was willing to give it everything.

Another problem still loomed in the back of his mind, one for which he had yet to find an answer.

He drew in a breath.

Where was Ivana?

He and Maylock had already exhausted their resources, reaching out across all corners of Yunatea through every contact and network they had. And yet—not a single clue. Not even the faintest whisper of her whereabouts. It was as if she had simply vanished.

Yunatea was vast—far vaster than most realized. Even Broken himself had only explored a fraction of its oceans, and that alone had proven daunting.

He knew full well that to secure the support he needed to build his kingdom, he would eventually have to venture into other sea territories as well. But how could he, when the ocean itself remained a mystery and a danger?

Queen Nerisa had suggested that things might become much easier once he succeeded in hatching the Abyssal Naga Egg. After all, possessing such a rare and powerful creature would undoubtedly command attention—and respect—from other ocean kingdoms.

But wouldn’t that also breed envy?

Wouldn’t it invite more enemies than allies?

He wasn’t sure, but the idea had taken root nonetheless. And truthfully, he didn’t yet have the power or the support to begin diplomatic journeys to other underwater realms. Right now, only he could swim into the ocean depths; no one else had the ability to accompany him.

That left him with just one ally below the waves—Queen Nerisa.

So for now, all he could do was wait.

Wait for the egg to hatch. Whenever that might be.

Alright then!

He began packing up his blacksmithing tools. It was time to move—he had somewhere important to be.

Deadbay City.

Yes, he’d finally decided to go, even though he knew full well it would stir Queen Nerisa’s fury. She had made it clear that venturing too far, especially without the egg hatched, was dangerous. Reckless, even. But Broken wasn’t acting on impulse—he had a plan. A project he’d already begun laying the groundwork for in that bustling port city.

A new golem.