LEGENDARY BROKEN PLAYER - VRMMORPG

The beating of wings sliced through the night air as Polly soared beneath the silver glow of the moon. But tonight, something was different about the spirit beast fox. A veil of shadow energy coiled around her form, warping her usual appearance into something entirely new.

Seated upon her back was a figure clad in pitch-black armor, a billowing dark cloak trailing behind him as the wind carried its edges. From his forehead, a single horn jutted out, marking him as something beyond human. Above his head, a name flickered into view—Tenebris—the Demon Shift form of Broken.

Nestled lazily in front of him, Pawpaw, the demon beast cat, seemed utterly unbothered by their swift flight, its small form relaxed as if in the middle of a nap, despite the speed at which the flying fox cut through the sky.

For some reason, Broken found himself relishing this transformation. It was a rare moment—being able to act without the weight of his original identity. In this demon form, he could move freely, untethered by the eyes and expectations of others.

A thrill stirred within him, mingling with the breath in his lungs. Was it because he was about to unleash a massacre tonight? Had he truly grown so much that battle no longer felt like a duty, but a pleasure he embraced entirely?

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, barely visible beneath the darkened features of his demon form. The flying fox closed in on the border between Kesseon Kingdom and Dissidia Kingdom, moving unseen under the veil of Pawpaw’s invisibility skill.

At last, Broken could see it from afar—the camp stood clearly visible from the sky, its bonfires casting flickering light over the bustling activities of players and knights below. Their numbers… Just the knights alone must have easily reached a hundred. Or perhaps that was an underestimate, considering the presence of players from Constantine’s guild as well as those lingering here to hunt.

Hm… This would be an interesting battle if he intended to take them all on alone. But with the limitless regeneration granted by Gaia, he could withstand even the fiercest assaults. His speed was another advantage, especially under the cover of night, where he could manipulate the battlefield to his advantage.

Polly descended swiftly, the force of the wind whipping through the air as she cut downward. After a few moments, she landed gracefully on the desert terrain, not far from the camp.

Broken dismounted and dismissed Polly, her form vanishing in an instant. Pawpaw, meanwhile, melted into the shadows, blending seamlessly with the darkness, shrouding Broken in its cover.

Broken strode forward, his Demon Form wrapped in swirling shadows that coiled around him like living tendrils. Should he reveal his identity as Tenebris tonight? The thought didn’t seem like a bad idea—especially since this persona was still largely unknown.

He wondered how people would react upon discovering a demon among the players, a being wielding power far beyond what most had yet to comprehend. Would they mistake him for another Divine Champion, an enigmatic force hidden from the world’s knowledge?

Well… he supposed he would find out soon enough.

***

“Someone’s approaching from a distance! Constantine!”

A scout burst into the camp, where Constantine was casually drinking, his mood undisturbed until the sudden interruption.

“What? Who?” he asked, frowning.

“Our scouter spotted a figure approaching—covered in a shadow aura.”

“Shadow?” Constantine muttered under his breath. “Could it be just a player passing through?”

“What if it’s the same person who fought against us during the attack on Slumdon Town?”

At those words, Constantine’s expression hardened. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into tight fists. Without hesitation, he stood up, storming out of the camp. His pace quickened as he headed toward the outer perimeter, where knights and players had already formed a defensive line.

As he squinted into the distance, the figure in question finally came into view.

A slight chill ran down Constantine’s spine.

Draped in pitch-black armor, the lone figure moved with an unsettling presence, shadowy tendrils writhing around his form like living extensions of his will. But what caught Constantine’s attention most was the name floating above him.

“Tenebris?”

His expression twisted with confusion and irritation. “Who the hell is this bastard with the name Tenebris?”

No one around him had an answer.

“We’ve never heard of a player called Tenebris.”

Constantine clenched his fists even tighter. Whoever this was, he was clearly here to stir up trouble—his ominous shadow aura was more than enough proof that he wanted to make a statement.

“This has to be the same guy! Damn it! He must be connected to Broken.”

A wicked grin spread across his face as he barked out orders to his guild members.

“Prepare for battle! Surround him from all sides—there’s no way in hell we’re letting this guy walk away untouched tonight. Let’s teach him a lesson for daring to underestimate me!”

Constantine smirked as he stepped forward, weaving through his forces to personally welcome their uninvited guest. Behind him, rows of knights stood in disciplined formation, their weapons ready.

Meanwhile, the players had already begun discreetly spreading out, closing off every possible escape route. No matter where this Tenebris tried to run, there would be nowhere to go.

“Hah! Who does he think he is?” Constantine scoffed under his breath. “Walking in here alone, acting invincible? No player can escape an army this size. At the very least, I’ll make sure he dies. And if he dares to come back, I’ll keep killing him over and over again until he’s too traumatized to step out of hiding with that ridiculous demon character of his.”

Moments later, the mysterious player finally stood before him. And sure enough, the man had a single horn protruding from his forehead.

What a stupid-looking character.

Constantine’s smirk remained as he studied the figure before him.

“It’s rare to see a player using a demon character—unless they’re one of the Gluttony Champions,” he mused. “But I know all five of them… and you’re definitely not one of them.”

His gaze sharpened, assessing the man. No response. Just silence.

It was exactly like before.

Just like that grim reaper-looking bastard from their previous encounter.

“So,” Constantine continued smoothly, “mind telling me what brings you to our camp at night? Were you out hunting nearby?”

Another calm smile.

“Or perhaps… you’re a messenger from Slumdon Town?”

The demon player met his eyes at last.

“Oh, not really.” His voice was casual, even amused. “I just felt like playing around a little… and seeing if I could claim some victims here tonight.”

A slow, thin smile stretched across his lips.

Constantine’s expression twisted with rage. This time, he couldn’t even bother to hide his anger.

“I knew it! You’re from Slumdon Town! You must be connected to Broken! What, is he too much of a coward to show up himself? So he sends a fool in a demon form instead?”

The demon let out a small chuckle.

“Broken, Slumdon Town… none of that really matters.” His voice was calm, yet the weight of his words was anything but.

“It doesn’t change what I’m about to do tonight.”

A threat.

A blatant one.

This bastard.

“You think you can actually do something here?” Constantine snapped, finally losing his composure. “You seriously don’t see how many of us are surrounding you? You arrogant bastard!”

From every direction, players began emerging from the darkness, their weapons drawn. Their formation was perfect—completely locking in the demon player from all sides.

Constantine sneered.

“I was going to enjoy chatting with you a little longer…” His grin widened, this time filled with cruel amusement.

“But I’m not in the mood to play around.”

His voice rang out loud and clear—

“Kill him!”

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