Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

How long had Broken been in that room? Two hours? Three? Maybe four?

He had lost track of time completely.

He needed to meet the others.

[Maylock]: "Broken, some of them haven't arrived yet. The discussion will be delayed by another hour."

Delayed?

Broken drew in a slow breath and opened his eyes. Beside him, Alora still clung to his arm.

He exhaled quietly, his thoughts drifting.

The rules in Immortal Legacy regarding intimate actions were strict. Players were allowed to engage in such activities only once per in-game month, and it had to be with someone they were married to—whether it was another player or an NPC.

There were age restrictions in place to prevent misuse. Interestingly enough, if a player exceeded the limit, their character's genitalia would temporarily vanish in-game. This unique mechanic had been introduced not only to regulate player behavior but also to prevent legal issues related to virtual intimacy.

"If that part didn't disappear, you'd probably do it all day," Alora suddenly said out of nowhere.

Broken chuckled and gently pinched her cheek. "Can't you be a little softer with me? I am your husband now, you know."

They were both already dressed in simple clothes. They turned to face each other, continuing their conversation that way.

"I want to have your child," she suddenly said.

"Child…?"

Broken froze for a moment. The words caught him off guard. He hadn't thought that far ahead before.

If he could marry Alora… if they could do that, then of course she could get pregnant, right? It made sense.

"Why? Why are you just frozen like that?"

"No… not really… well… yes."

Alora raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm sure it would be… wonderful." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "If it's really possible… having a child from our marriage would be incredible."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "It would be really wonderful."

Alora placed a hand on her stomach with a playful expression.

"I can feel it."

"You won't get pregnant that fast."

She responded with a light laugh. "Let's wait until next month."

Broken smiled back at her.

A child? In the game?

That sounded a little strange… but he couldn't deny how excited he was at the thought.

"The one who will be the heir to the kingdom," he murmured.

"Will it be a boy? Or a girl?"

"Don't worry," Broken grinned, leaning closer. "We can try every month and have as many heirs as we want."

Alora chuckled and reached out to pinch his cheeks. "Such a greedy man," she teased.

Perhaps that was exactly why the game applied such a rule.

Seriously—doing it just once wasn't enough!

And damn this game for that limitation. But at least, they only restricted that specific action. Everything else? Still fair game. He could hold her, comfort her, spend time together like this… or he could find other ways to make her feel better.

There were plenty of ways to use the rest of his body, after all.

And yes, it felt unbelievably real.

But beyond all of that, something inside him had solidified.

He felt more resolved than ever to build this kingdom into something powerful—something unshakable.

A place that would be safe.

A place that would be comfortable.

For his wife… and for the children they might have one day.

"I'll strengthen the kingdom's defenses," he finally said. "For you… and for our future children."

Alora's expression softened at his words. Without hesitation, she moved closer and leaned in, resting her face gently against his chest.

"And even in a moment like this, you're still thinking about work, huh?"

"I'm thinking about you."

Her lips curled into a smile. "That's so sweet… I feel truly honored, My King."

Broken chuckled, his hand brushing lightly through her hair. "That's what I'm here for, right? To protect my queen."

Alora moved back her head, and their eyes met once again. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment.

"I want you to take the throne," she said quietly.

She already knew Broken's stance. She'd heard his decision, along with the Vensalor Guild from Freya, that he had no desire to seize the crown from her. But still, she wanted him to rule.

"You've heard my reason, haven't you?" he asked, holding her gaze.

"Yes, I've heard it. But I still want you to be the ruler… as the King."

"I'll still be the King."

"The people of Dissidia need you," she whispered.

Broken shook his head slightly. "You've worked too hard to get to where you are, Alora. You're the rightful ruler. You have to lead them. You know I won't always be here in the kingdom."

Alora remained quiet. After a long pause, she gave a slow nod.

"Next time, I'll place a Moonlight Gate in the capital," he said. "So if I'm needed in an emergency, I'll come right away."

"I want to keep getting stronger and build this kingdom even bigger… so you won't have to worry about me too much." she said.

His lips curved into a faint smile. "It's me who will always worry about you. How could I not?"

Broken's expression softened, but she continued before he could respond.

"There are still many things you need to take care of, aren't there?"

He fell silent for a moment.

"You need to find Ivana," Alora said gently.

Broken's eyes lowered.

"You have to find her… I know she's out there somewhere. Alone. Waiting for you to bring her back."

Her words hit him harder than he expected, and for a moment, he couldn't speak.

"Bring her home," Alora whispered. "I'll be so happy if she can stay with us too."

Broken's gaze softened, and he gave another slow nod.

"She's done so much for this kingdom. She even risked her own life… sacrificed everything for it," Alora continued.

"And yet," she said, "she's still out there. Alone."

Broken said. "I'll make sure to set up the Moonlight Gate in the capital. Then, I'll construct a powerful golem to help guard the city… and after that, I'll handle a few other things that need fixing."

"Are you sure that won't take too long?"

"If I head to the West Continent, that trip would take even longer."

Alora nodded slowly. "If you think it's for the best, then I'll follow your decision."

Broken raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "It feels strange when you agree with me so easily."

"Would you rather have the Alora who argues, or the Aerin version of me?"

Broken chuckled, shaking his head. "Funny how you seem like a completely different person when you use your Aerin identity."

"Do I?"

"Well, I did."

"Maybe it's because when I'm Aerin, I'm just a simple forest elf from a small, isolated tribe deep in the woods?"

Broken reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin.

"I think there's an item drop from Focalor that would suit you perfectly."

"Really? I want to see it."

Without another word, they both stood and moved toward the table. Broken had been meaning to check them for a while now, and this seemed like the perfect time to do it together.