Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 863

Chapter 863: Chapter 863 – A Queen’s Escort

“Tell me, King… how did you obtain the egg of the Sacred Abyal Naga?”

Broken gave a faint smirk at her question before replying smoothly, “That’s not cheap information, you should know that.”

Queen Nerisa didn’t react much, as if she had already anticipated that he wouldn’t give up the answer so easily. She remained composed, merely observing him with that same piercing gaze.

Still, even Broken hadn’t expected that the egg he obtained from the Trial Domain near Slumdon Town would lead him here—to an ancient, hidden oceanic kingdom ruled by one of the strongest sovereigns he had ever encountered.

But thinking back on it…

That Trial Domain had been created by the Moon Goddess. And that wasn’t the first time she had led him into something like this.

Everything felt too perfectly connected, like an invisible hand guiding him toward something bigger.

It made him wonder—was this all really just coincidence?

Would he ever get the chance to meet this Goddess in person?

Probably not.

Not that he hadn’t tried before. He had called upon Goddess Akidia multiple times, trying to get answers.

Yet, as always—silence.

It was frustrating.

She had once told him that he could speak to her whenever he wished, yet she never responded.

Even his Self-Transcendence Blessing, the power that had once triggered insane events, had been stuck at 95% progress for months.

Nothing had happened since.

Honestly?

It almost felt like the game developers had nerfed him.

There was a time when he had been breaking limits left and right, pushing past boundaries that no other player could.

But now?

Now, it felt like he was just… waiting. Like something had been deliberately put on pause.

Though, to be fair—he was still the first player to ever set foot in this Oceanic Kingdom.

But that made him wonder, if he was the first to arrive here, did that mean no other players had ever accessed any of the other underwater kingdoms?

It wasn’t impossible.

Someone like Frostedge, or any of the seasoned ocean wanderers, might have found a different ocean kingdom entirely.

After all, not all powerful players registered themselves on the public leaderboards.

There were plenty of high-level players who operated in secrecy.

Just like Marlene and the Shadow Wolves, a group that had actively made Hell their hunting ground.

Yeah—there was still so much about this world that remained undiscovered.

“I need to go.” Broken spoke suddenly, breaking the silence between them.

Queen Nerisa glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze forward again, still walking with the same composed grace.

“There’s something I need to take care of on the surface,” he continued. “So I need to leave. I’ll be back soon.”

Her response was immediate. “You can’t do that.”

Broken sighed. That tone. Did she think she could stop him?

He had no intention of being trapped here—not when he had something far more important waiting for him.

He needed to be back in the Dissidia Kingdom. Alora was close to giving birth, and there was no way in hell he’d miss that moment.

“I don’t recall ever agreeing to stay here forever,” he said casually. “Besides, the egg will take time to hatch anyway.”

“What exactly do you intend to do?”

Broken smirked slightly. “You really want to know more about me, huh?”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “I need to go, and I’m very sure there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Then, she stopped walking.

And just like that, the guards behind them immediately halted as well.

Broken’s gaze flicked downward to his necklace, quickly checking its status.

Good. The teleportation restriction was still unlocked. She hadn’t closed it again. Which meant—he could leave whenever he wanted.

Then, Nerisa’s voice cut through the heavy silence.

“You cannot go far from my reach.”

And as if on cue, the merfolk guards immediately moved, positioning themselves in a tight formation around him.

Broken narrowed his eyes.

Damn. Should he have just left without asking? He had miscalculated.

“Where do you intend to go?” the queen asked.

He met her gaze without hesitation. “Dissidia Kingdom. The South Continent.”

She remained silent for a moment. Then, finally, she spoke.

“I will escort you there.”

Broken blinked. “What?”

“I will take you to the South Continent.”

He frowned slightly, studying her face. That… didn’t sound bad.

Actually, that sounded really convenient.

***

Broken sat on the broad, armored back of a massive whale-like sea beast, its thick plating gleaming under the dim ocean light. The creature moved with incredible speed, cutting through the water like a warship. Around them, elite merfolk warriors rode on smaller sea creatures, keeping pace with the whale as they all surged forward.

So they had transportation like this?

That was actually impressive.

It was far more efficient than he had expected.

Before departing, Broken had already sent a message to SexyGrill and the others, telling them to stay on the island and keep grinding their levels.

He had no idea how long it would take before he returned. That depended entirely on how things played out from here.

Though, even with this whale’s impressive speed, it would still take several days to reach the South Continent.

Which was ridiculous.

If he had just teleported using the Moonlight Dimension, he could’ve been there in seconds.

But—he had his reasons for not doing that.

As much as he hated wasting time, he wasn’t about to create an international conflict between this Oceanic Kingdom and Dissidia Kingdom.

If he vanished too suddenly, it might be taken as an act of hostility.

And honestly?

He was in a very good position here—there was no reason to ruin that.

Still, this trip was boring as hell.

The armored whale was fast, but there was nothing to see besides the endless water.

And unlike being on a ship, where he could at least walk around, train, or craft, here—he was just sitting.

And sitting.

And sitting.

Right beside Queen Nerisa.

Who, as usual, was cold and silent.

For hours.

This was going to be a long trip.

Broken had to carefully manage his logout schedule throughout the journey. Every time he logged back in, Queen Nerisa and her army were still waiting for him, continuing their relentless pace toward the South Continent.

This trip was painfully long.

And honestly, he was starting to get anxious.

He couldn’t afford to miss Alora’s childbirth.

She was already so close.

Days turned into a week.

Damn.

Time had flown by so fast, and now—finally—the South Continent was within reach.

The armored whale surged toward the coastline, breaking through the ocean’s surface.

For the first time in weeks, Broken inhaled fresh air.

The moment his feet touched the solid ground, he let out a slow exhale.

Land.

Finally.

Beside him, Queen Nerisa also rose to her feet, her pale features illuminated under the direct sunlight.

“You’re coming with me?” he said.

Her response was immediate. “Two of my warriors will follow you. I will wait nearby. Three days.”

She met his gaze. “You only have three days. If you do not return by then—”

She didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t need to.

The implication was more than clear.

Broken sighed sharply, running a hand through his hair.

Of course.

This woman had to control everything around her.

Then, she added, “If you do not return, I will personally visit the Dissidia Kingdom.”

At those words, Broken clenched his jaw slightly, his teeth grinding in frustration.

That was a direct threat.

She was serious.

His gaze hardened as he shot back firmly, “I will return. And you do not command me. And for once, don’t try to threaten me.”

His voice was sharp, his tone unshaken, his glare locked onto hers with intensity.

No one! Absolutely no one was allowed to touch the Dissidia Kingdom.

Especially not when it involved Alora.

The merfolk warriors behind her tensed immediately, their hands instinctively gripping their weapons.

But Broken didn’t flinch. He kept his steely gaze fixed on the queen.

Then, with a simple, controlled motion of her hand, Nerisa signaled her warriors to stand down.

The tension in the air didn’t disappear, but her guards reluctantly obeyed, lowering their weapons.

Then, her voice cut through the silence.

“One week.”

She had extended his time.

But it wasn’t a kind gesture—it was an ultimatum.

Broken didn’t answer.

He simply turned away and walked off, leaving the ocean behind.