Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 857

Chapter 857: Chapter 857 – The Queen’s Judgment

Broken stood in the center of the grand hall, still shackled, still silent, and still waiting.

No one spoke to him.

No one explained why he was here.

He simply stood there, surrounded by some of the strongest warriors he had ever seen.

Every single merfolk in the room was above level 300.

His gaze flickered over their status screens.

He wasn’t even close. At half their level, he was severely outclassed.

Why does it feel like I’ve been meeting stronger enemies more often lately?

Then—

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted.

The warriors straightened.

A few exchanged glances before raising their weapons in a formal stance.

Then—

A powerful voice rang out.

“The Queen has arrived!”

The Queen?

From the far end of the hall, a figure emerged.

Broken’s eyes widened slightly as he took in her appearance.

Unlike the merfolk he had seen so far—

She had no tail.

Instead, she floated effortlessly, her long ocean-white hair drifting around her like silk.

She wore elegant armor, its design intricate yet regal, glistening under the soft glow of the throne room’s lights.

Her features were young, seemingly in her early twenties, though Broken knew better than to judge her by appearance alone.

There was no doubt about it—

She was strong.

And more than that—

She was absolutely beautiful.

Before he could react, one of the guards suddenly shoved him down, forcing him onto one knee.

Damn it.

Even King never had to kneel for anyone.

But here?

He had no choice.

The Queen gracefully took her place on the throne, crossing one leg over the other as she gazed down at him with a pair of sharp, piercing eyes.

Then—

A whisper echoed in his mind.

“Are you thinking of adding another wife, Master?”

It was Gaia.

Broken’s eye twitched.

“Shut up, Gaia. Since when did you start acting like Freya?” he muttered under his breath.

[Queen Nerisa – Sovereign of Azur’Nath]

Queen Nerisa sat with effortless grace, her piercing gaze locked onto Broken.

When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority—the kind that didn’t need to be raised to command absolute respect.

“I must admit, it is quite bold for a lowly human to infiltrate my kingdom.”

Broken, keeping his composure, lowered his head slightly in a polite bow. His eyes flicked briefly toward the text above her head, confirming her name and title.

“Explain your identity and your purpose for being here!”

He straightened, choosing his words carefully. “I am King Broken of Dissidia Kingdom, a realm from the Southern Continent.”

Nerisa’s expression didn’t change. If she was impressed, she didn’t show it.

Her fingers lightly tapped against the armrest of her throne. “We have no ties to the land above. This is our world, our domain, and we do not welcome outsiders from the surface.”

Her tone was firm, carrying an underlying finality, as if she had already decided his fate.

Still, Broken remained unfazed.

“I understand,” he said, his voice steady. “I came here through the underwater current from the island above. I had no intention of causing trouble, nor do I wish to disrespect your authority.”

Nerisa’s lips curved slightly in a small, unreadable smile.

Then, suddenly—

“You’re saying you have no ties to the Oceanic Kingdom?”

Broken’s brows knitted slightly.

Why was she asking that?

Before he could respond—

“Then explain how you are in possession of a Sacred Abyssal Naga Egg.”

His heart skipped a beat.

They knew.

They knew about the egg!

For a brief moment, his mind raced.

Had they been watching him the entire time?

Had they seen him disappear from his cell?

And more importantly—did they know about Players?

He exhaled slowly, keeping his face neutral.

“…For some reason, has word of Players ever reached your kingdom?” he asked, carefully watching her reaction.

Nerisa didn’t answer.

She simply stared.

That was already an answer in itself.

She knew something.

Finally, her voice came again—this time, colder.

“Tell me. Where did you get that egg?”

Broken’s mind worked fast.

Should he tell the truth?

The last time he was honest, they still threw him into a cell.

Was this just a trap?

If he gave them an answer that benefited him, but they didn’t believe it, it could make things even worse.

His instincts told him that this was a dangerous game—one where every word mattered.

Then—

“Tell me.”

The Queen’s voice came sharper this time, filled with pressure.

Broken exhaled slowly, his expression calm.

“I need a guarantee,” he said evenly, “that I’ll be able to leave here safely.”

For the first time, a flicker of something unreadable passed through Queen Nerisa’s cold, piercing eyes.

“No one bargains in my kingdom.”

Her voice was absolute.

Figures.

She had no interest in negotiating.

Broken clenched his jaw slightly, already thinking two steps ahead.

Did they want the egg?

That was the real question.

One thing was certain—he was never giving it up.

And even if they tried, they had no way of getting it.

The egg was securely stored in Moonlight Dimension, a place only he had access to.

Even if they killed him, it would be pointless—the egg wouldn’t drop, and he would simply respawn.

Which meant…

They had no way of taking it from him.

“Tell me… did you come to save us?”

His thoughts stopped cold.

What?

For the first time since this interrogation started, he felt genuine confusion.

Save them?

Where was this coming from?

Had they summoned him because they thought he was here to rescue them?

But why? Because of the Legendary Egg?

Did they think he was some kind of chosen one simply because he had it?

Was this a misunderstanding?

Or was this just another trap?

His mind was racing, trying to decide how to play this—when Queen Nerisa continued speaking.

“The Abyssal Naga was our Guardian. A sacred protector that watched over our kingdom for thousands of years… until it vanished in the last war.”

War?

So there was a war.

And if the island above was also wiped out, then there might be some connection.

Could it be… the same war that destroyed the Vensalor Elves?

That would mean—

The demons were involved.

And if this kingdom once had a legendary Abyssal Naga guarding it…

Then whatever they were fighting against must have been terrifying.

But more importantly—should he play along with this misunderstanding?

Before he could decide, Queen Nerisa moved.

She stood up.

The moment she did, every warrior in the room dropped to one knee, heads bowed.

She stepped down from the throne, her white ocean-like hair floating gently behind her as she walked with a quiet elegance.

The glow from the coral-lit throne room shimmered against the smooth surface of her regal armor, making her presence feel almost ethereal.

And as she approached, her gaze never wavered from him.

Now—

They were standing face to face.

Broken could now clearly see the features of the woman standing before him.

And she was—undeniably beautiful.

Her ocean-colored eyes held a piercing sharpness, yet her expression was calm and composed. Up close, her delicate yet regal features became even more apparent.

Then—

To his utter shock—

She bowed slightly toward him.

What?!

Broken didn’t let his surprise show, keeping his face completely neutral.

“Forgive our rudeness,” Queen Nerisa said smoothly. “Give us time to discuss this matter properly and explain things to you in full.”

Was this real?

Or was this just another trap?

Broken’s mind worked fast.

He had already taken the first step into playing along with this misunderstanding.

So—

Might as well commit to it.

His lips curled into a slight smirk.

“It’s a good thing you realized it in time,” he said smoothly. “Because I was already considering leaving this place and never coming back.”

Hell.

Now there was no going back.

He had officially taken the role—one he knew nothing about.

But that was a problem for later.

For now, he surely only knew that staying in the palace was better than rotting in a cell.

Hopefully.

Queen Nerisa turned slightly, her gaze still locked onto him.

“Let’s continue this discussion in my chambers.”

…Wait.

What?

Broken kept his expression calm, but internally, he was raising an eyebrow at how quickly this situation was escalating.

Still, he responded with nothing more than a small, knowing smile, playing along with absolute composure.

The surrounding guards moved in, their presence tense as they unlocked his restraints.

The heavy shackles fell away, his wrists finally free.

Alright.

The role-playing begins.