Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Dark energy swirled around Broken, wrapping him in a shadowy aura as he raised both hands to inspect his changing body. His skin, once fair, grew noticeably paler, taking on an ashen tone.

And then, he felt something.

A small pressure on the right side of his forehead.

He reached up, running his fingers over what had appeared there — a horn.

Just one horn?

Broken tilted his head, running his hand over it again, half-expecting a second horn to balance it out. But no. He had only one — a sleek, dark horn protruding from the right side of his forehead.

Interesting.

Pulling his black cloak over his shoulders, he summoned the system interface to check his full appearance. The reflection showed more changes than he had expected. His black hair, once cut to a manageable length, now cascaded down his back in long, dark waves. The single horn gave him a distinct, almost regal demonic look.

It was subtle, but unmistakably… demonic.

And honestly? It looked pretty damn cool.

A notification suddenly popped up in front of him.

[Assign a new name for your demon form:]

He blinked, reading it twice.

I can create a new name for this form?

So, when he activated his Demon Form, he could use a completely different identity? He could change his name from Broken to something entirely new. That… was a fascinating feature.

His first thought was to use Void Reaper, his secret identity when he donned his Grim Reaper form. But he quickly shook his head.

No, that doesn't feel right.

Void Reaper wasn't a name. It was a title, a persona he used when he became the Grim Reaper. But this form — this Demon Form — felt more personal. It deserved a real name, something that embodied its essence.

Broken stood in silence for a moment, his fingers lightly tracing the horn on his forehead as he thought.

A name…

Something dark.

Something powerful.

Something that meant something.

After all, this wasn't just another disguise. This was part of him now.

And then, a word came to him.

Tenebris.

The embodiment of darkness. The word itself carried weight — ancient, powerful, and ominous. It resonated with the form he now bore.

Yes?

Yes, this name sounds perfect. Tenebris.

Broken lingered for a moment, letting the name settle in his mind, testing how it felt on his tongue. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became.

It fit.

Without hesitation, he set the new name for his Demon Form.

[You have successfully set the name for your Demon Form: Tenebris.]

A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he read the notification.

The gamer tag hovering above his head immediately changed to the new name: Tenebris.

Broken sighed, realizing he needed to revert to his human form. But as he opened the system menu, his eyes widened in frustration.

The skill had a 10-minute cooldown.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath.

Careless.

He couldn't afford to wander around the castle grounds in his demon form. Not with the workers and knights nearby.

Ten minutes.

It wasn't a long time, but it was long enough to be problematic. He could simply retreat to the Moonlight Dimension and wait for the cooldown to expire.

But before he could move, he froze.

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of him without warning.

Alora… and Knight Lionell.

Lionell's reaction was immediate. His hand instinctively reached for his sword. But before he could draw his blade, Alora calmly raised her right hand.

"There's no need to worry, Lionell," she said softly.

Broken stood in place, staring at her, unsure of what to say.

Alora's gaze met his. Her lips curled into a gentle smile.

"What's that?" she asked.

"You recognize me?"

Alora chuckled. "How could I not recognize my own husband?"

Lionell immediately bowed his head. "Forgive me for not recognizing you in this form, Lord Broken."

"It's fine."

Before Broken could say anything else, Alora stepped closer, and without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, leaning into his chest.

"Alora?"

Broken instinctively held her close.

She had endured so much—the war that had nearly torn the entire kingdom apart, a battle that had taken so much from her.

This couldn't have been easy for her. Not at all.

"How is the progress so far?" Broken asked quietly.

Alora gently pulled away from the embrace, a weary smile on her lips that did little to hide the exhaustion etched into her features.

"All the surviving citizens have been rescued, and we've started rebuilding everything. Our main focus is strengthening the defenses first."

Broken reached out and placed his hands on her cheeks, tilting her face so their eyes met.

"You need to rest," he murmured. "Have you slept at all since yesterday?"

Alora shook her head slowly.

"Come," Broken said softly. "I'll keep you company while you rest."

The moment those words left his mouth, Alora tilted her head, her eyes blinking.

Wait.

Oh, hell.

Broken blinked, realizing what he had just said.

Did I really just say that? Keep her company while she rests? As in… stay with her while she sleeps?

But then again —

They were married now.

That's… normal?!

Alora's lips curled into a faint smile. "Just make sure you don't let anyone see that horn of yours. You'll cause a panic."

Broken let out a small laugh. He activated Invincible Paragon, his armor.

His hand brushed over his forehead, confirming that the horn was still there — but now hidden beneath the helm's sleek design, which adapted to the shape of his head.

"That's better," Alora said approvingly.

Broken nodded, and the three of them began walking through the castle grounds. The repairs were coming along, with walls straightened and debris cleared. The further they walked, the more orderly everything seemed.

Eventually, they reached Alora's private chamber.

Lionell stopped at the entrance, standing guard as Alora pushed open the doors. Broken followed her inside.

Once the doors closed behind them, silence enveloped the room.

They stared at each other for a moment, in an awkward gaze.

Despite the fact that they were officially married, everything had happened so fast — almost too fast for them to fully process it. Neither of them seemed quite sure how to act, and it showed in the way they both hesitated.

Alora broke the silence with a soft, amused laugh.

"Now we're alone…" she said.

"Yes…" Broken nodded.

With a sigh, he removed his armor, revealing his demon form once more — the pale skin, the flowing black hair, and the single horn on his forehead.

"Now, I'm going to keep you company while you rest," he said softly.

Alora raised an eyebrow. "Not sleep with me?"

Broken chuckled at her teasing remark.

Without thinking, he gently placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin.

"Can't you change back to your human form?"

"In four minutes," he replied.

"Then I don't want this demon. I want my husband — the human version," she said with a pout.

Broken didn't respond with words. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her effortlessly.

Alora let out a surprised laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck as they both giggled at the absurdity of the moment.

"I'm the ruler of this place! Follow my orders!" Alora said.

"I'm your King now. You follow my orders," Broken shot back with a grin.

Without missing a beat, he gently laid her down on the bed.

Broken kicked off his boots and collapsed onto the bed beside her, sinking into the soft mattress with a content sigh.

They turned to face each other, lying so close that their breaths mingled in the quiet room.

After a beat, Broken spoke again. "I have something important to do."

Alora tilted her head. "And what's that?"

"Checking the items I got after killing Focalor," he said, his tone dead serious.

Alora burst out laughing, pressing her forehead against his chest as her shoulders shook with amusement.

"Of course. That's so you, Broken."

She scooted closer, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.

And just like that, whatever intentions Broken had of checking his loot melted away. There was something far more important to focus on right now.

He held her closer, letting the weight of reality slip from his mind.

Because, yes — he couldn't wait any longer.

He was done holding back.

It was time to finally execute.