Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 847 - - Vallrick Votes RUN

Every so often—

One of them would stop.

A skeletal head would turn—its hollow sockets locking onto someone in the group. As if it was curious. As if it was trying to figure out why there were living beings standing in the middle of their silent march.

SexyBloom clutched Broken's arm so tightly he almost lost feeling in it. Her entire body was shaking. "I-I can't— I can't—"

"Shh," Broken murmured, barely tilting his head.

"WHY are there so many?!" Vallrick hissed under his breath.

"I DON'T KNOW, VALLRICK, WHY DON'T YOU ASK THEM?!" SexyGrill whisper-yelled, trying desperately to keep her breathing under control.

"D-Do they even see us?" one of the Sexy Killers whispered in sheer panic.

"…Some of them do," Mizuki murmured.

That sent another wave of fear through the group.

Because if some of them saw them—then what happened next?

And then—

One of the creatures stopped directly in front of Broken.

Its head slowly tilted, as if studying him.

The empty sockets of its skull seemed to peer straight into him—as if it was searching, wondering, trying to understand what he was doing in their path.

The air grew even colder.

And then—

The creature moved again, stepping forward and continuing its march.

But none of them dared to believe they were safe just yet.

Because this army of ghosts wasn't stopping.

And there were hundreds more still coming.

This wasn't the first time Broken had seen creatures like these.

Galactron, the Necromancer, had summoned similar beings before—an army of the dead, skeletal warriors created for battle. But these?

These were different.

They weren't soldiers. They weren't raised to fight.

They were trapped.

Lost souls, lingering remnants of something from the past.

And that meant something crucial—this island wasn't untouched after all.

People had been here before.

Or… at least, something had.

But were they truly human? That was the real question.

All that remained were bones and scraps of decayed clothing—some in the remnants of armor, others in tattered fabric that suggested they had once lived normal lives. There were tall ones, small ones—even skeletal figures the size of children.

A civilization had existed here. But now, only ghosts remained.

And while most of them ignored Broken and his group, some seemed… interested.

A few had slowed down. Others had turned their heads ever so slightly, as if noticing them but unsure of what to do.

The team stood completely frozen in place.

SexyGrill, despite the overwhelming eeriness, looked curious rather than afraid.

SexyBloom was glued to Broken's side, barely holding back a terrified whimper. Vallrick's grip on his dagger was too tight, like he was fighting every instinct to run. A couple of the Sexy Killers looked ready to pass out.

Broken, on the other hand, was more intrigued than scared.

He wanted to talk to them.

After all, these were spirits.

And spirits, regardless of where they came from, had some form of consciousness.

But just as that thought crossed his mind—

One of them stopped.

Right in front of him.

The skeletal figure did not move, its translucent form shifting slightly as if caught in an invisible wind.

Its empty sockets locked onto Broken's eyes.

For a brief moment, they simply stared at each other.

Broken raised an eyebrow—his expression calm, almost casual. He tilted his chin slightly, the ghostly figure reflecting in his gaze.

"Sup?"

A chill spread through the air.

Then—

A voice.

"...What are you…?"

The words echoed, hollow and unnatural, rippling through the silent night like a whisper from the grave.

The sound was chilling.

Haunting.

But for Broken?

It was fascinating.

Finally.

One of them spoke.

"Hi… we're adventurers stranded on this island," Broken spoke slowly, keeping his voice steady. "We're trying to find a way out, and at first, we thought this place was uninhabited. But… clearly, we were wrong."

The skeletal figure stood still.

Had he said too much?

"There is no way you will survive."

Its voice was hollow, absolute, as if the words weren't just a warning, but a fact.

Broken narrowed his eyes slightly.

This one wasn't just some mindless spirit—it had awareness. It could think.

Interesting.

But before he could respond—

Another figure, slightly taller than the first, turned its skull toward him. Its empty sockets darkened, as if narrowing its gaze.

"...Demon."

The word cut through the air.

Broken blinked. "Huh?"

The skeletal figure stepped closer, its hollow sockets burning with suspicion.

"You reek of demon," it growled.

Broken glanced down at them, confused.

Did he really still have a lingering scent from his demonic transformation?

Or was this something else?

Just as he was about to ask, his gaze dropped—to the skeletal figure's chest.

Wait.

Was that—?

His eyes lingered for just a second, scanning the spirit's ribcage purely out of curiosity.

It was wearing a necklace. A faded, timeworn chain with a symbol hanging from it—one that felt strangely familiar to him.

But before he could place where he had seen it before, the ghost suddenly stiffened.

"…Why are you staring at my chest?"

The spirit recoiled slightly, as if offended. "You—You dare violate the sacred form of the dead?! What are you doing?!"

Broken blinked. "What? No, I was just—"

Another ghost suddenly whirled around, locking its hollow gaze onto him.

"HE STARES AT OUR BONES WITH WICKED INTENT!"

Broken's eye twitched. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

"I was NOT—"

"BLASPHEMY!!"

"HE IS MOCKING US!"

"HE MUST BE A DEMON!"

"A FOUL CREATURE, EXPOSED BY HIS OWN PERVERSION!"

SexyGrill wheezed from behind him. "BROKEN, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"

"NOTHING!!"

Too late.

They charged.

"OH SHIT, THEY'RE ATTACKING!!" Vallrick shouted, scrambling backward.

"THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T CHECK OUT GHOSTS, BROKEN!!" SexyGrill howled between laughter.

"I DIDN'T—!!"

But the spectral mob rushed him anyway. Almost every skeletal figure in the clearing suddenly stopped.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of empty eye sockets locked onto them all at once.

The air turned even colder, suffocatingly so, like all warmth was being drained from existence.

The group froze, hearts pounding.

Broken slowly raised his hands. "Okay. Let's all just—relax for a second."

Vallrick swallowed hard. "…S-So… what now? Do we—" He hesitated, then whispered, "Do we… fight them?"

"No."

Mizuki's voice was sharp.

"That is not a good idea."

SexyBloom, still clinging to Broken's sleeve, looked desperate. "T-Then what do we do? We can't just stand here forever—"

"We run."

Broken's eye twitched. "Run? Through them?"

"YES."

"...Are you insane?"

"DO YOU WANNA STAY HERE?!"

Vallrick nodded quickly. "She's got a point. I vote for RUN."

The skeletal figures still hadn't moved—but the longer they stared, the more unnerving it became.

Because if they weren't attacking yet…

That only meant one thing.

They were waiting for something.

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