Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Not many knew what was truly happening inside Prince Stolas' Domain. The information was scarce, with no players able to share what transpired within. However, the chaos of the great war raging outside the city wall seemed to reflect whatever was occurring deep in the domain.

Western Gate.

The battle had dragged on for far too long. King Balam still hadn't been defeated, and the toll was beginning to show. Resources were depleting, and, more critically, stamina was running dangerously low for many players.

Trison's movements were slowing; his energy and healing potions had nearly run out, leaving him unable to continue supporting Optimus. Meanwhile, Toberry, who had been skillfully dodging the demons' attacks, was now overwhelmed by the unrelenting horde.

The players who had once tried to cover for them had either fled out of fear of death or had already fallen, their avatars unable to withstand the assault.

Then it happened. A sharp, brutal claw burst through Toberry's chest from behind. He froze, blood dripping from his mouth.

"Trison… save yourself… I'm sorry…" Toberry's voice cracked as he spoke. Moments later, his body dissolved into pixels.

At the same time, Trison fell to the ground, demons swarming him from every direction. A massive hammer swung wildly from afar, throwing several demons backward, but it was too late. By the time the horde was pushed back, Trison's form had disappeared.

Optimus faltered, the loss of his support immediately taking its toll. His movements slowed drastically. King Balam seized the moment, swinging his massive greatsword and striking Optimus with a crushing blow. The impact sent Optimus flying backward, his body careening across the battlefield.

"Optimus!" Ivana screamed, panic cutting through her voice.

She hurled her shield toward him, desperate to intercept his fall, but it was too late. Optimus crashed into a swarm of demons that immediately piled onto him, forcing him into a brutal fight for survival.

Fokil was struggling to hold his ground alone now, his defense faltering under the relentless assault.

Ivana gritted her teeth and turned back toward King Balam.

Eastern Gate.

On Goldrich's side, the situation wasn't looking much better. Despite having endured countless attacks, Countess Murmur had shifted her focus entirely onto Melliandra, relentlessly bombarding her with magic missiles that tracked her every movement, no matter how fast Fang ran.

"Fang, faster! Those attacks are going to hit us!" Melliandra shouted, gripping her weapon tightly as Fang darted wildly across the battlefield.

Countess Murmur activated her unique skill, soaring through the air with incredible speed. The demoness now moved so swiftly that neither Jovina's summons nor Goldrich could keep up with her movements.

From her new vantage point, she unleashed a devastating barrage of magical attacks on Goldrich and Jovina, forcing them onto the defensive.

"Damn it! This demon bitch is seriously testing my patience!" Jovina yelled in frustration.

"Focus on defense first! We need to protect Melliandra," Goldrich shouted, darting forward in an attempt to provide backup.

Fang zigzagged across the battlefield, maneuvering as fast as possible to evade the onslaught, but the relentless waves of magic damage came from every direction.

And then it happened.

A fatal strike broke through. The powerful magic attack collided with Melliandra, and without adequate defenses left to absorb the blow, it overwhelmed her completely.

Her body froze mid-motion, her face a mix of shock and frustration.

"Damn it…" she cursed. As her form began to disintegrate into glowing pixels, she spat out one final warning. "Whoever dares take my dropped items—I swear I'll hunt you down in real life…"

Her voice faded into nothingness as the last fragments of her digital form vanished.

Southern Gate.

Livelywood had fought for an incredibly long time, managing his mana and stamina with near-perfect efficiency. But this was no ordinary battle—their opponent was a Named Demon, and the toll was becoming painfully clear.

Despite Booba's arrival providing crucial support, and Elincia alongside Starfall delivering heavy magic damage that had begun to pressure Duke Alloces, victory was far from guaranteed. The Named Demon refused to be defeated easily.

Livelywood's movements started to slow. His skills were becoming less frequent; he knew that pushing any further risked completely draining his stamina.

"Livelywood, fall back now! Let us handle the rest!" Elincia shouted from above.

"Go recover yourself, Livelywood. I'll hold this Duke on my own for now," Booba grunted, parrying a brutal swing from the demon's double swords.

The Duke quickly noticed Livelywood's decline. Instead of clashing with Booba's aggressive strikes, the demon shifted focus, relentlessly targeting Livelywood instead.

"Fight me, you idiot!" Booba roared.

But it was too late.

Livelywood, already struggling to keep pace, failed to parry a fatal blow.

"Livelywood!" Starfall cried out, casting layer upon layer of protection shields in a desperate attempt to save him.

The shields shattered one by one as the Duke moved with terrifying speed. His dual swords pierced through the final barrier and struck Livelywood squarely, the force driving him to the ground. His body froze, before dissolving into pixels.

Livelywood had fallen.

"Damn it, you bastard demon!" Booba bellowed.

"Booba, control yourself! Don't be careless!" Elincia shouted from above.

Northern Gate.

SexyGrill pulled back from Marquis Orias. "Bloom, the duration is almost up. You need to get out of here now—you won't survive once your level drops back to normal!"

SexyBloom hovered nearby, her face etched with frustration. "We failed…" she muttered, her tone heavy with regret.

Marquis Orias seized the moment, unleashing another barrage of magic missiles. The deadly projectiles screamed through the air toward them. SexyGrill quickly maneuvered, darting through the chaos to draw the demon's attention.

SexyBloom hesitated, her fists clenching as she glanced back toward SexyGrill. For a moment, she looked ready to fight again, but then she shook her head, her expression conflicted. Without another word, she turned and shot upward, flying as far as she could to escape.

As she gained distance, she glanced back one last time—just as the duration of the skill ran out. The glow of her enhanced power faded, and with it, her level boost. SexyGrill, too, lost the ability to stay airborne.

SexyGrill plummeted to the ground, crashing into the battlefield below. Dust and debris scattered around her as demons swarmed toward her position. Now grounded, she was forced to fight off the advancing enemies with everything she had.

High above, Kingsley remained the only one capable of flight, his hawk form circling warily. But even he was forced to descend, his attention drawn to the chaos below, where more allies needed protection.

SexyBloom's heart sank as she flew beyond the battlefield.

[Corey_Evans_0719]: "I swear these demons are hacking. No way they recover THAT fast."

[Vlr_b]: "Fang deserves a raise for carrying Melliandra. That summon's putting in overtime."

[Jadedragon21]: "Wait, where's Broken?? At this point, dude's taking longer than my food delivery."

[Bryan_Mulligan_7197]: "Tora and Max sound like me and my friends when we're about to lose a ranked match. 'Do we even have hope?' Bruh, same."

[Kyle_Goldberg]: "SexyGrill fell out of the sky like my ranked match performance. 😭"

[Az_rael]: "BOOBA: goes full rage mode Elincia: 'Calm down!' Me: Nah, let him cook."

[Imarques18]: "The real Named Demon here is my internet buffering while I'm watching this."

[115599_]: "Fokil's still swinging his hammer like Thor's cousin twice removed, and Ivana's trying to carry the team. Bless her."