Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

"Tora…" Max sighed softly, grabbing the arm of the man beside her. "I still can't wrap my head around what's happening. This is all too fast. And… Ivana, Princess Alora, and Broken… what happened to them?"

"Well, Max, even I can't give you a detailed explanation," Tora replied. "Because honestly? I don't know why things escalated this quickly."

"No way. You're a member of the Vensalor Guild, right? Can't you at least explain why Ivana now has wings, horns, and… a tail? What even is that? Is she in some kind of demon form?"

Tora shook his head slowly. "No, Max. I'm certain it's something else… but even if it is, I think we'll have to wait until Broken decides to make that information public."

Max clicked her tongue. "I doubt Broken will ever reveal this to the public. But I've seen people speculating already. Some are calling her the Dragon Princess. Others say she's the Greed Champion. I didn't realize there were so many people out there with deep knowledge of Yunatea Lore."

"Well, Max…" Tora glanced away for a moment before sighing. "Once again, I'm going to have to keep my mouth shut."

"I understand your position, Tora."

Suddenly, the sky shifted, turning into a swirling ocean-like expanse overhead.

From the water above, a massive trident-shaped spear with three prongs emerged, descending with terrifying speed, aiming straight for the battlefield below.

"Tora… I'm worried," Max muttered. "Didn't Focalor manage to catch that spear before?"

"Yes, Max, I thought so too," Tora replied, his tone serious. "But Maylock already analyzed this, and even Broken tested it before using the pickaxe. Focalor failed to catch the pickaxe." Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

"So, according to Maylock, this spear attack should succeed too?"

Tora nodded. "That's the theory. Let's hope it holds."

Both of them fell silent, their eyes locked on the distant battlefield as the massive spear hurtled down.

The moment it hit, a colossal wave of water crashed down with it, as if the entire ocean had spilled from the sky.

Max's mouth hung open in shock, and around them, everyone watched in awe. The sheer spectacle of it left the entire crowd breathless.

The battlefield was hidden beneath a vast flood. But they had seen it — the spear had hit its mark.

Just as Maylock predicted, Focalor had failed to stop it. The spear had pierced straight through his chest.

Max shook her head slowly. "I wonder… is Broken the only one capable of pulling off miracles like this? The avatar behind him, the power… even Princess Alora has one too."

"Yes, Max. It's incredible."

Max's eyes narrowed. "And that spear… it looked different, didn't it? Even the animation of the attack was different. That wasn't the same spear from earlier. Wasn't it supposed to be a Legendary-grade spear?"

Tora nodded in agreement. "I thought the same. It was definitely the same spear, but its skills and shape were… different."

"Do you think its grade increased? Could it have become Mythic-grade?"

Tora chuckled softly. "Maybe. Or maybe we're just getting carried away by this battle."

Max exhaled, shaking her head. "Whatever it is… this fight feels like something out of a legend."

The battle raged on, and from a distance, it was clear — the three fighters took turns attacking Focalor with brutal precision.

They continued to monitor and broadcast the fight, though even the camera had to pull back from the sheer intensity of the battle. It was impossible to get too close without risking destruction.

At one point, Ivana struck. Her claws raked repeatedly across Focalor's body, and with a final, devastating blow, she severed his right arm.

"Damn! We made it!" Max yelled. "That's the first major damage we've dealt! Damn you, demon! You're going down tonight!"

"Max, calm down."

"I can't, Tora! This is way too intense."

Tora glanced back at the battlefield. "Look at Princess Alora. She's attacking with perfect precision, alternating with Broken. It's like they're communicating without words. Their coordination is flawless."

Max nodded quickly. "Yes, and Ivana… She's fighting without her shield now. Who would've thought the chef girl from Deadbay could be this powerful? Seriously, those three… they're the center of attention right now."

"With the three of them taking the lead, Zeno, Frostedge, Galactron, and the remaining high-level fighters can attack more freely. They're creating opportunities."

Max grinned. "Yes, I see that. They've become the pillars holding this entire fight together."

The battle raged on, and everyone watching or supporting from a distance could do nothing but throw everything they had and pray there wouldn't be another twist to shatter their hopes.

Every second felt heavier.

Then came a pivotal moment — Broken swung his spear with all his might, the impact slamming Focalor backward. The Named Demon flew across the battlefield, crashing hard.

A deep gash ran across Focalor's chest, dark energy seeping from the wound.

Before he could recover, Ivana was already closing in.

She dashed forward, relentless, unleashing skill after skill. Explosions erupted one after another, creating a chaotic storm of light and shadow. The sheer intensity of the attacks made it impossible to see where Focalor was amidst the barrage.

Every passing second felt like eternity. Those watching from afar held their breath, tense and powerless.

They could only hope the battle would end soon — the weight of helplessness crushing them as they witnessed such a monumental clash.

Suddenly, a massive slash cut through the air.

Alora's sword struck true, slicing through Focalor's wings. Several of them tore off, falling to the ground.

Now, he was left with only two wings on his right side and one on his left.

The demon was starting to falter.

Broken shot forward, soaring through the air with his spear in hand. Behind him, his Golden Paragon spread its wings, following closely like a shadow of divine power.

At the same time, Ivana flew in from the left, her eyes locked on the Named Demon.

Without wasting a second, she lunged, her claws slashing rapidly. Each strike unleashed waves of energy that ripped through Focalor's defenses, tearing into his body.

Broken closed in, spinning his spear before delivering a thrust, a sweep, and another strike.

Focalor struggled to block.

"You will never defeat me!" Focalor roared as he dashed away, trying to put distance between himself and the relentless attacks.

But Alora was already there.

She stood in his path, her sword slicing through the air faster than the eye could see.

"You're not going anywhere, Demian!"

Focalor growled, surging toward her with a desperate attack.

Before he could reach her, Ivana dropped from above, crashing into him with enough force to slam him into the ground.

The Named Demon took off again, trying to retreat once more.

But Broken was waiting.

He surged forward. With a swift motion, he unleashed a wave of water energy, the crashing force knocking Focalor back into the ground.

Before the demon could recover, Alora appeared again.

With a blur of movement, her sword struck fast and precise, slicing through Focalor's remaining wings.

By the time she finished, he had only one wing left — a single tattered wing on his right side.

[Heaven's Judgment (Ultimate Active Skill) activated.]

Broken unleashed the Golden Paragon's ultimate skill. The Golden Paragon avatar raised its greatsword high into the air, and a brilliant golden light erupted from the blade. It grew rapidly, transforming into a massive weapon.

With one colossal swing, the greatsword came crashing down, creating a devastating explosion that shattered everything in its path. Focalor was thrown to the ground, reeling under the relentless onslaught.

The brutal attacks had left Focalor grounded — he could no longer fly.

Before he could recover, Ivana struck again, crashing into him with relentless force. The demon tried to block, but the impact sent him flying backward.

Alora dashed in next, her sword flashing in a blur of movement.

"You die tonight, Demian!" she shouted. "Your rebellion, your betrayal! This is the punishment you deserve!"

Despite the continuous onslaught, Focalor laughed.

Even as he was struck and thrown back again and again, he refused to yield. "I'm not done! I haven't lost!"

His voice echoed through the battlefield as he was blasted far into the distance.

Suddenly — his wings began to regenerate.

As he tumbled through the air, new wings sprouted from his back!

A faint smile crept across his face.

"I will return…" he began, his voice defiant.

But he never finished the sentence.

Because…

He froze.

His head… slid clean off his shoulders.

And standing behind the Named Demon was Broken.

His spear, still gleaming with power. His strike had been perfect. Precise.

The headless body of Focalor collapsed.

The battle was over.

For sure!