Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 864

Chapter 864: Chapter 864 – Two New Lives

Broken rode swiftly atop Polly, the fox gliding effortlessly over the terrain. He didn’t even bother looking back at the two merfolk warriors following him on foot.

And surprisingly—

They were fast.

Really fast.

Like, what the hell?

These guys were aquatic beings, yet they could keep up with Polly’s land speed?

That was borderline unfair.

But he didn’t waste time dwelling on it.

The journey would still take a few hours, though this landing point was far closer to Dissidia Kingdom compared to arriving at Deadbay City. In fact, they had landed past Deadbay entirely, in a remote, uninhabited area along the coastline.

He briefly wondered what Queen Nerisa and the rest of her forces were doing right now.

Waiting near the landing site? Preparing something else?

Honestly, he didn’t care.

Right now—

Nothing mattered more than getting back.

Because a few hours ago—he had finally received the news from Maylock.

Alora had given birth.

He exhaled deeply, his grip tightening.

He had missed it.

The exact moment—the event itself—he wasn’t there.

But at the very least, he had made it back. And he had done so without causing unnecessary conflict with the oceanic kingdom.

Even though, in those final moments, he had openly pushed back against Queen Nerisa’s attempt at controlling him.

They needed him.

He needed to remember that.

As they neared the capital, the grand city walls of Dissidia Kingdom finally came into view.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

He pulled on Polly, bringing the spirit beast to a smooth stop, then turned toward the two merfolk warriors who had followed him the entire way.

One of them spoke first. “We will remain here.”

Broken nodded slightly. He had expected as much.

They had already stated before that they wouldn’t be entering the city, and honestly? That was for the best.

Bringing them inside would have been a headache.

Not wanting to take any chances, he sent a quick message to Maylock, asking him to keep an eye on them from a distance.

And with that—

He turned back toward the city.

He was home.

Broken didn’t waste a second.

The moment he neared the city, he vanished into the Moonlight Dimension, sprinting toward the gate at full speed. Without hesitation, he threw open the door and leaped through.

The next second—

He was back.

Standing inside their chamber, he barely had a moment to process his surroundings before his gaze locked onto Alora.

She sat gracefully on the bed, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, a soft warmth in her expression.

But what truly froze him in place—

The two newborns in her arms.

His breath hitched.

Alora lifted her gaze, her eyes gleaming with quiet joy as she gave him a small, knowing smile.

“Welcome back, King.”

His name on her lips, the gentleness in her voice—it was enough to send a wave of emotions crashing over him.

“Alora…”

He stepped forward quickly, almost as if afraid the sight in front of him might disappear if he took too long.

Seating himself beside her, he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto the tiny, fragile lives nestled in her embrace.

Alora watched him, smiling softly as she shifted slightly, allowing him a better view of the babies.

Two.

There were two of them.

At first glance, he couldn’t immediately tell their genders, but—they were both beautiful.

One had a delicate face, with pointed ears and soft wisps of red hair, unmistakably Alora’s child.

The other—slightly more defined features, golden-blonde hair, and the same pointed ears. A boy.

“Alora?” His voice came out quieter than expected, almost like he was still processing everything.

Her gaze met his, full of warmth.

“Our baby… and Elaine’s seed. They were born almost at the same time.”

She gestured toward the tiny girl, her smile softening. “This cute little one came first.”

Broken barely breathed as he looked at her—their daughter. His daughter.

Alora chuckled lightly, shifting her arms slightly to gesture toward the little boy. “And this little prince followed soon after.”

For a moment, he could only stare.

His chest tightened, emotions swirling through him in ways he hadn’t expected.

This was real.

They were here.

Alora giggled, her voice carrying a soft amusement. “It’s so lovely, isn’t it? We suddenly have two newborns to take care of.”

Broken let out a slow breath, his gaze fixed on the tiny, sleeping forms in her arms.

With careful, steady hands, he reached forward and gently brushed his fingertips against the baby girl’s cheek.

Soft.

So soft.

She was so delicate, so small—but already so beautiful.

And as he looked closer—he could see it.

Her face held traces of Alora, the same soft features, the same delicate beauty.

And yet, there was something different—a mix of them both.

His daughter.

His heart clenched.

Then, his gaze shifted to the little boy.

Golden-blonde hair, an eerily familiar face.

Yes.

This one… looked exactly like Elaine.

If Elaine had a male version of herself—this was him.

Broken exhaled, his mind still struggling to catch up with reality.

But one thing was certain, he had just become a father.

Broken let out a small laugh, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against Alora’s forehead.

She chuckled softly in response, tilting her head slightly as if enjoying the moment.

Then, his attention drifted back to the two tiny lives in her arms.

He took a slow breath, still trying to wrap his mind around the reality in front of him.

Two newborns.

His children.

Alora smiled, watching his expression. “They will grow into strong warriors.”

Broken nodded at that, his gaze flickering between the two babies. “Of course they will.”

A thought crossed his mind.

“Have you chosen names for them, Alora?” He turned to her.

She shook her head. “Not yet.” Then, tilting her head slightly, she added, “Do you have any ideas?”

Broken paused.

Ah.

Naming things… was not his strength.

His lips pressed into a thin line before he admitted, “I want to hear your ideas first.”

At that, Alora laughed softly, as if she had expected that answer.

Of course.

She knew he wasn’t good at this.

Still smiling, she went quiet for a moment, her eyes filled with thought.

Then—

Finally, she spoke.