Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

"Ivana?! Nowhere to be found?!"

The words barely registered before Broken bolted from the room without a second thought.

"Pawpaw, search the entire city and the outskirts. Find out where Ivana is," he ordered.

His footsteps echoed through the corridor as his shadow split into multiple forms, each one darting away. Behind him, Maylock and the others rushed to keep up, with Fokil running right at his side.

"I was with her! We were in the same room, eating," Fokil blurted out, breathless and clearly panicked. "I just stepped out for a moment — just to ask for more food. It was only a few minutes, I swear! But when I came back… she was gone. I couldn't find her anywhere," he said, his voice trembling.

Ivana…

Broken quickly checked his affinity status. Her name was still there. She was alive. She had to be.

But why did she suddenly disappear?

This wasn't like her.

Ivana wouldn't just leave without a word. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

"Could someone else have entered the room while you were out, sir?" Broken asked again.

Because in reality, the room where he and the others had been discussing matters was right next to the one where Fokil and Ivana had been.

"No, kid," Fokil replied, shaking his head firmly. "I didn't leave the door unattended, not even for a second. I only stepped out for a moment — just past the doorway. I'm certain no one went inside, and I didn't hear a thing."

Broken frowned, his mind racing. Ivana's sudden disappearance wasn't a coincidence.

Someone — or something — was behind this!

Ivana he knew would never do anything that might make people worry. She wasn't that kind of person.

Broken kept running, his footsteps pounding against the stone as he headed out of the castle to continue the search. But then, a thought crept into his mind — one he couldn't ignore.

Wasn't this Ivana… different now?

Wasn't she no longer entirely the girl he once knew?

He clenched his fists tightly, trying to push the doubt away.

He had spoken with her — right after she regained her dragon memories. She was still her. The way she spoke, the emotions in her voice, everything about her was the same Ivana he had always known.

That was the real Ivana. He was sure of it.

The search party spread out, combing through the castle grounds and the surrounding areas. Broken had sent Polly to scout from above. But as time dragged on, there was still no sign of her.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Broken spotted someone striding quickly through the courtyard, a knight trailing close behind.

It was Alora.

She hurried toward him. "Broken, is it true? Ivana suddenly disappeared?"

"Yes," he replied, his expression tense with worry. "We've been searching everywhere. Pawpaw has already covered most of the area, but we haven't found her."

Alora nodded firmly. She reached out and grasped his right arm. "I'll mobilize the guards to help with the search."

"No, Princess," Broken said, gently taking hold of her arm in return. "You'll need your forces to stabilize the kingdom first. Focus on that. I'll keep you updated on the progress of the search."

Alora hesitated for a moment but then gave a resolute nod. "You don't need to worry about me. Uncle Zeno is still here."

Broken nodded quietly before continuing his search. Even as night faded and dawn broke over the battered kingdom, there was still no sign of Ivana.

The rising sun cast light on the destruction — a stark reminder of how much the kingdom had crumbled in just one night. Yet despite their relentless efforts, she remained missing.

Time was running out for Broken. He could feel the system's forced logout approaching, urging him to disconnect soon. But he refused to stop searching.

More people joined the search as the hours stretched on. Even Frostedge lent his aid to the mission. Despite their growing numbers, the question gnawed at his mind — should he search beyond the city walls? Should he venture further?

But where?

Where could she have gone?

Deadbay City?

Fokil had already rushed back to Deadbay City to check if Ivana had somehow made her way there. But the distance was too far. It didn't make sense for her to cover that ground so quickly.

Then it hit him.

Her wings.

Ivana could fly now. She could cover that distance far faster than before.

By the day, Broken, Maylock, and the others regrouped to discuss their next steps. They sat together in tense silence

"We haven't found any trace of Ivana's whereabouts, Broken," said RememberMe.

Broken shook his head slowly, his expression grim. He turned his gaze toward Maylock.

"This isn't like her," Maylock said.

"I think the same," Broken replied before shifting his focus to Freya. "Do you have any idea where she might be, Freya?"

Freya's face was tight with worry. She hesitated, clearly troubled, before finally speaking. "I don't know where she went, Broken. But if I had to guess… I do have a suspicion. However…" She paused, taking a breath. "I'm reluctant to say it."

Broken glanced at Maylock. "Does it have something to do with the High Elf Queen? Or perhaps with the great war from the past."

Maylock leaned back in his chair. "Ivana should have regained some of her sealed memories… but the question is, how much has she remembered?"

A heavy silence fell over the group. No one spoke.

They all knew what Maylock was implying. Ivana's past was shrouded in tragedy — her entire family had been brutally slaughtered by the High Elves and the Demons. That alone was enough to break anyone. And on top of that, there was her destiny, one she couldn't escape — her fate as the Greed Champion.

"Do you think… She's after revenge?" Broken asked quietly.

"If that's what's on her mind…" Maylock's eyes scanned the group before he continued. "She couldn't do it alone."

Broken clenched his fists, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. No matter how hard he tried to stay rational, the worry gnawed at him.

Maylock's voice broke through his thoughts. "We'll continue the search. We'll wait for everyone to log back in, and once we've regrouped, we'll discuss our next steps in more detail."

Broken gave a slight nod.

Maylock continued. "She's no ordinary girl. She's the Ancestral Wielder of the Greed Champion. One of her most dangerous abilities is the power to create any skill she needs. If she suddenly chose to leave us without a word…"

He met Broken's eyes. "I'm sure she had a reason. And I'm equally sure she's already thought it through before taking action."

"But… is she safe?"

Maylock shook his head slowly. "We can't say for certain. But one thing is clear — our only true threat right now is the High Elf Queen. And so far, we've received no reports that she's made any moves."

Despite Maylock's calm tone, no one in the room looked reassured.

Least of all Broken.

Broken received the notification. His time was up.

"I'll be back once my playtime is restored," he said.

With a final glance at Maylock and the others, he took a deep breath before the system forced him to log out.