Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Deadbay City.

Broken made his way through the fog-kissed port, the early morning breeze carrying the scent of salt and sea. At his side walked Fokil. They were here to inspect a new project—one Broken had long envisioned, and now, finally, it was beginning to take shape.

“Your world out there really is full of incredible things,” Fokil muttered. “Though I doubt anything like this could be made with Yunatea’s technology alone. Still, if there’s a way to catch up… it’s through Golems.”

Broken gave a faint nod as they continued toward a large structure at the edge of the harbor, its exterior half-hidden by the morning mist. He had enlisted help for the design and planning of this new vehicle—help he had secured long before today. Every step until now had been deliberate.

As they approached the building, the heavy door creaked open under Fokil’s hand, revealing a spacious workshop buzzing with activity. Inside, workers were gathered in a semicircle, huddled around a large object that dominated the center of the room.

It stood as tall as a man, shaped like a massive sea creature—its frame sleek, with layered plating in a deep, oceanic blue. The glint of its surface caught the sparse sunlight breaking through the windows, giving it a strange, almost living gleam.

The moment Broken stepped in, the workers paused and bowed respectfully, acknowledging his presence before returning to their tasks.

With Fokil at his side, Broken walked straight toward the half-finished construct, his gaze never leaving the metallic creature at the heart of the room.

The object in the center of the workshop was a mini submarine, still deep in its construction phase. It wasn’t anything like the conventional submarines from the outside world. This one was sleeker, more compact—designed more like a diving vessel, complete with fin-like appendages along its sides for steering and maneuvering. It was powered by a water turbine system engineered specifically for this purpose.

“The pressure down there is no joke,” Fokil remarked. “So we had to use a material that’s both strong and light. It’s not ready to handle the really deep parts of the ocean just yet… but with this, you’ll be able to travel beneath the waves much faster than with that bulky golem ship of yours.”

Broken gave a small, thoughtful nod as his eyes traced the submarine’s lines, already envisioning how it would move through the depths.

“It’s built to carry up to five people,” Fokil added, stepping around to the back of the vessel. “But if you want to keep it agile—quick through tight currents—I’d say two passengers at most is the sweet spot.”

“That should be more than enough,” Broken replied quietly.

His voice was calm, but his mind was already racing with possibilities. This machine would change everything.

The mini submarine would still need more time—perhaps several more months—before it reached completion. But for now, the progress was steady, and more importantly, it was progressing according to his vision.

This was the reality of crafting a golem-based machine manually. It demanded patience, precision, and an almost obsessive attention to detail. But the reward was quality—solid, dependable, unmatched. Just like his golem ship, which had ultimately reached Legendary-grade status. And with that memory in mind, he couldn’t help but hope—no, expect—that this submarine would turn out to be just as extraordinary.

Especially now, with his vision for the floating island expanding rapidly, he needed more mobility. He needed to explore deeper, broader swaths of the ocean. New realms, new kingdoms, new alliances—or new threats.

There was still so much to be done.

And yet, he couldn’t deny the creeping pressure: the mounting costs, the endless hours, the investments that seemed to multiply with every passing day. He was pouring more into this world than ever before—resources, time, energy—all of it.

Still, he had allies. People who believed in his dream. Partners willing to invest their funds, time, and trust in his ambition. After all, they weren’t just helping him build a submarine or a golem—they were helping him build a kingdom. A future.

The knights. The fortresses. The trades. Every part of this growing network costs money, and lots of it.

Broken exhaled quietly.

He was burning through gold faster than ever before… but if everything went according to plan, it would all pay off. In time.

With everything wrapped up in Deadbay City, Broken vanished from the harbor in a shimmer of light, only to reappear moments later inside his personal workspace at the House of Slumdon.

There was something big happening here—something Maylock had been preparing behind the scenes.

Wasting no time, Broken stepped outside and immediately called for Pawpaw. “Activate the invisibility skill,” he instructed in a hushed tone. He didn’t want word getting out that he was back in Slumdon Town. Not yet.

As the faint glow of the spell surrounded them, cloaking their presence, Broken moved quickly through the streets. Morning had already broken, and the town—once a dry, forgotten outpost—was now alive and well. Slumdon had truly transformed. Even at this early hour, its streets buzzed with life. Residents bustled about, players crossed paths in every direction, and the sounds of a waking city filled the air.

He passed them all unnoticed, invisible in the crowd, until he reached the Knight Training Grounds. The wide field stood proud and busy, echoing with the sharp clang of blades and the barked commands of discipline.

Broken remained silent, standing just beside Maylock, though the seasoned archer was already well aware of his presence.

“So,” Maylock said, his arms still crossed, “what do you think of two thousand well-trained, disciplined knights standing at attention like this?” His voice carried a distinct note of pride.

Broken let out a quiet chuckle, just enough for Maylock to hear. “I wouldn’t have come this far without you, Maylock.”

For a moment, they stood in shared silence, the only sound around them the steady rhythm of the knights drilling in formation.

Then Broken spoke again, his tone more pointed. “You called me here. That usually means something big is about to happen.”

Maylock gave a small, knowing smirk. “Hah…”

“Now talk,” Broken pressed, his voice calm but firm. “What is it?”