Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Alora led Broken, with Lionell accompanying them as a guard, through an unfamiliar section of the castle. It was a network of underground corridors—dark, winding, and branching off in unpredictable directions.

One thing was clear: anyone entering without proper guidance would be hopelessly lost, and whatever fate awaited them in those depths was best left unimagined.

The walls were solid, made of rough stone embedded with faintly glimmering crystals, while the dry floors echoed softly with each step. Every now and then, they encountered a dead end. But Alora would press her hand against the stone, and the wall would shift like pieces of a puzzle, revealing a hidden passage.

At one such opening, Alora turned to Lionell.

"We'll continue from here on our own," she said firmly.

"Understood, Your Highness." Knight Lionell gave a respectful nod before stepping back to stand guard.

As Alora and Broken ventured deeper, silence enveloped them, broken only by the soft sound of their footsteps and the steady rhythm of their breaths.

"What is this place?"

"This is the underground vault where the Sword of Dissidia is kept."

"Are you the only one who can enter?"

Alora glanced at him. "Only the rightful heir of the kingdom can unlock these doors," she explained. Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she added, "And don't even think about using any of your skills to break through them, okay?"

"Noted."

Broken continued walking alongside Alora, but a question lingered in his mind. Eventually, he voiced it.

"Why didn't you hide in this place during the attack?"

Alora glanced at him. "I couldn't hide when the kingdom was under a major assault, could I?"

Broken nodded slowly, respecting her answer.

They walked in silence for a while, the air growing colder as they ventured further underground. Finally, they reached a larger chamber—an expansive space illuminated by softly glowing crystal lamps embedded into the walls.

And there, standing firmly in the center, was a sword.

It wasn't an ordinary weapon. The blade was nearly twice the size of a normal sword. The weapon stood embedded in a stone pedestal.

Broken stepped forward, his gaze locked on the sword.

"Is this the sword?" he asked quietly.

Alora came to stand beside him and nodded. "Yes. The Sword of Dissidia."

Broken's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced back at her. "If this sword is as powerful as it's said to be, why didn't the King use it during the war?"

"There's a reason for that. But I think you should find out for yourself. The sword will tell you."

Without a word, Broken turned back to the sword. Slowly, he reached out and laid his hand on the hilt.

[The Sword of Dissidia]

[Grade: ???]

[Durability: 100/100]

[Weight: 6932]

[When the sword is wielded by one who is not the rightful king, it remains dull and lifeless. But in the hands of a ruler who has passed the Three Royal Trials, it awakens with cosmic power, its edge capable of splitting the fabric of reality and negating divine protections.]

[Judgment of Sovereigns - Final Form:

"Only a true ruler can wield the full might of Dissidia's legacy."]

[User Restriction: To wield the Sword of Dissidia and unlock its full potential, the wielder must fulfill two out of the three royal requirements:

1️. Royal Bloodline and Recognition by the Kingdom's Legacy

2️. Champion of the Sloth Deity

3️. Found a Respected Kingdom]

The sword's grade remained unknown. However, one thing was clear—it was incredibly heavy. Even with his Strength stat over 1000, Broken could feel the immense weight of the blade just by gripping the hilt.

But beyond the sheer weight, there was another problem. The sword was still locked. Several requirements needed to be met before it could be wielded.

One requirement immediately caught his attention: Royal Bloodline.

He turned to Alora. "Does that mean I'll never be able to fulfill the first requirement? I don't have royal blood."

Alora shook her head. "I can't wield it either, Broken. Even though I have royal blood, I'm not qualified. That's because one of the conditions is to be the Champion of the Sloth Deity—a title you already hold."
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Broken absorbed her words, nodding slowly.

"So, I've already met the second condition. Which leaves… the third one. Found a respected kingdom?"

Silence stretched between them for a moment as he processed what that meant.

"The sword is asking me to found a kingdom?" he murmured, half to himself.

"And not just any kingdom," Alora added gently. "It must be one that is respected. That means someone can't simply declare a piece of land as a kingdom and fulfill the condition. It has to be earned."

Broken took a moment to study the sword's description more carefully. His eyes narrowed as he spotted something curious in the text.

"Tri Royal Quest?" he muttered, reading it aloud. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Maybe it's a quest that will reveal itself once you've met all the sword's requirements," she offered.

Broken nodded slowly, agreeing with her assessment. "That makes sense."

Without further hesitation, he placed both hands on the hilt of the sword and lifted it. As he pulled it free from the stone, the sheer size of the weapon became apparent. The blade stretched nearly as tall as his own body. Despite its elegant craftsmanship, the sword felt more like a weapon made for a colossal creature—something a giant might wield in battle.

Though it was undoubtedly a sword by design, its massive proportions made it feel as though it belonged to a realm beyond human hands.

Broken adjusted his grip, feeling the strain in his arms.

"Can I take this sword and store it in the Moonlight Dimension?"

Alora nodded without hesitation. "Of course. You're free to do that."

Without another word, the sword vanished, disappearing from sight as if it had never been there.

"The sword has tasked me with founding a kingdom," he said slowly. "It seems our decision for you to take the crown was the right choice for everyone. With you on the throne, it strengthens my path toward fulfilling the sword's requirement."

Alora tilted her head slightly. "To build your own kingdom?"

"It looks like that's where everything is heading," Broken replied. "And I'm certain that's what I'll do."

"I'll do my best to support you in whatever way I can."

"But… are you sure you want to let me take the sword from this place?"

Alora closed her eyes briefly before meeting his gaze again.

"I'm sure. That sword will serve a far greater purpose in your hands than it ever would down here."

With her assurance, Broken nodded.

As they began making their way out of the underground vault, he couldn't help but reflect on the weapon now in his possession. The Sword of Dissidia—a blade of immense power, its true potential still beyond his grasp. Even now, he couldn't measure its strength, nor could he fully comprehend its mysteries.

But there was one thing he was certain of.

It was said that this sword could challenge gods. And if that was true… this was no ordinary weapon.

As he imagined what it might be capable of when he finally fulfilled all of its requirements and unlocked its hidden quests, a thrill of anticipation coursed through him.

Whatever lay ahead, Broken knew one thing for sure: this sword would change everything.