Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 848 - - No Place for the Living

Broken felt the weight of those words settle on him.

The others tensed, instinctively glancing in his direction.

He didn't hesitate. "I have a Demon Beast, but I'm not a demon."

Silence stretched between them.

The skeletal figure stood still, as if processing his words. Then, it spoke again.

"What are you?"

Broken exhaled, keeping his voice steady. "We're players."

The ghost remained motionless. No shift in its stance, no immediate response—just a long, unnerving silence. Then, slowly, its head tilted.

"Players?"

The way it repeated the word… it was clear it didn't understand.

Broken exchanged glances with the others. This wasn't good.

The skeletal leader's sockets darkened, and its next words sent a deeper, heavier chill through the air.

"Whatever you are… you have been warned. Leave this place immediately. There is only death here."

The fact that these spirits had no idea what Players were meant only one thing—

They had never encountered one before. Were they cut off from the rest of the world? Or had they been here for so long that the concept of Players simply never existed in their time?

But even more than that—

Who were they?

Why were they so sensitive about demons?

And why were they so desperate to send Broken and his team away?

Broken wasn't about to waste this rare opportunity.

He stepped forward, ignoring the unease pressing down on them. "Then tell me," he said. "What happened here? What is this island?"

The skeletal figure didn't respond immediately.

So Broken pushed further.

"What killed you all?"

The second those words left his mouth, the air grew even colder.

The spirit tensed.

And then—

BOOM.

Its voice exploded through the night, an unnatural, echoing roar that sent a heavy vibration through the ground.

"SILENCE!"

The sheer force of the command made even the bravest of them flinch.

Broken held his ground, his mind racing. He wasn't stupid—this spirit wasn't just annoyed.

It was furious.

But why?

His gaze hardened. "You tell us to leave. To run. But if this place is so dangerous—why didn't you leave?"

That was the moment the ghost lost all patience.

Its skeletal form twitched violently, its translucent body flickering, as if struggling to contain some boiling rage.

Then—

"YOU DARE!"

Broken raised both hands slightly, keeping his voice calm despite the overwhelming pressure in the air.

"I just want to understand this island," he said steadily. "At first, we thought it was uninhabited—just another place filled with monsters. But then we found you. And that means there's history here. We only want to learn more."

The skeletal figure stared him down, as if deciding whether to strike him down where he stood.

Then, finally, it spoke.

"This island was our home…"

Its voice carried a weight of deep sorrow—one that was immediately overtaken by rage.

"Until the demons came."

Its hollow sockets seemed to burn with hatred.

"They brought destruction. They shattered our land. They stole everything from us. WE CURSE THEM!"

The sheer fury in its voice sent a shiver down Broken's spine.

But more than that—

The story sounded… familiar.

Too familiar.

Broken's mind raced, piecing the fragments together. The floating island. The demons. The destruction.

Could this be—?

Vensalor Kingdom?

The legendary floating island that was said to have once thrived, only to face ruin at the hands of demons?

His gaze flickered across the skeletal forms. There was no way to tell for sure—bones didn't exactly scream "we were once elves"—but still…

It fit.

But if these spirits were them… then what really happened here?

He had to know.

Broken took a slow breath before asking, "Are you the elves of Vensalor?"

The response was instantaneous.

The skeletal figure lunged forward—

"YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE!"

The spirit's roar shook the ground, its face inches from Broken's, its empty sockets blazing with pure fury.

Broken barely flinched, but the force of the outburst rushed through his body like a freezing gust of wind.

Meanwhile—

SexyBloom was still clinging onto him for dear life, and her hands just tightened.

[SexyBloom]: "Brother I AM NOT OKAY."

[SexyGril]l: "LMAO IT SCREAMED IN HIS FACE."

[Vallrick]: "Yeah, RIP Broken, you had a good run."

[Mizuki]: "Shhh, I wanna see where this goes."

Broken sighed internally.

Even in life-threatening situations, his party was still like this.

The skeletal figure didn't let up. This time, its warning came with undeniable force—its voice sharper, heavier, filled with an unspoken threat.

"This is your last warning. Leave this place, or suffer the same fate as we did."

There was no room for argument. Broken could tell—if he pushed further, things would turn violent. And right now? That wasn't an option.

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So, reluctantly, he nodded.

A silent agreement.

But that didn't mean he was actually going anywhere.

The spirits stared at them a moment longer, their empty sockets unreadable.

Then—without another word—they turned away.

One by one, they walked past the group, as if they had lost interest. Their translucent forms drifted further, vanishing into the mist, their slow march continuing toward some unknown destination.

The team remained silent, watching as the last of the spirits faded into the distance.

The temperature, which had been bone-chillingly low, finally eased.

Only when they were completely gone did someone let out a shaky breath.

"Okay," Vallrick muttered, still tense. "That was easily the creepiest shit I've ever seen."

SexyBloom let out a soft whimper. "I don't wanna do that ever again."

"Well, at least they didn't attack us," Mizuki said casually, stretching her arms. "Could've been worse."

SexyGrill smirked. "Could've been worse? Yeah, sure. Broken almost got his face bitten off."

Broken sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Let's just—take a second to process all that."

But the night had no intention of giving them a break.

Because before they could even relax—

A massive shadow passed over them.

A dark silhouette swept across the ground, shifting ominously as it moved above them.

Everyone froze.

Then, almost in sync, they snapped their heads up.

And there—

A monster loomed in the sky.

A massive reptilian beast, its front limbs forming huge, leathery wings, soared above them. Its enormous form glided effortlessly in the night sky, circling them like a predator eyeing its prey.

Mizuki's eyes widened in recognition. "That's the one."

The one?

This was the creature Mizuki had seen through the Flying Golem earlier.

And now—it had found them.

The beast let out a piercing screech, its entire body tensing.

It was about to attack.

"Oh, come on!" Vallrick shouted.

SexyGrill cursed. "Can we get one peaceful moment?!"

Broken gritted his teeth. This is bad. So bad.