Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 881 - 881 - Let the Building Begin
Broken found himself once more in the grand meeting hall of Dissidia Kingdom, surrounded by familiar faces—the core of his guild, his comrades-in-arms. It had been a long time since they’d all gathered like this, and just stepping into the space again filled him with something he hadn’t realized he’d missed.
Elincia sat to his right. Goldrich leaned back with his usual relaxed grin, while Maylock stood at attention. Charmelyn and Livelywood were there too, along with others. Some present in person, some projected through screens linked to their distant locations.
And now, Broken had just finished delivering his report—the summary of his discovery in the middle of the ocean.
The floating island. The World Tree. The potential future of their kingdom.
“That’s truly incredible, and completely unexpected,” Elincia said first.
Booba chuckled, raising a hand. “Broken, I’m setting out by sea immediately. I want to see that floating island for myself!”
“Same here,” Jovina chimed in with a teasing grin. “I think my summon can handle the trip! If not, maybe I’ll float there on its corpse.”
“You absolute idiot.” Melliandra’s voice cut in. “Your summon will die halfway and you’ll drown, bobbing in the waves like a soggy loaf of bread.”
“Shut up, witch!” Jovina snapped back. “Why are you even in this meeting? You said you weren’t interested in the floating island!”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Can you two just shut up for now?” Elincia interjected. “This isn’t the time for your little stage play.”
The two troublemakers only laughed.
“Don’t make me remind you that even if I’m no longer guild leader, I still send you two to the Temple of Resurrection,” Elincia said coldly, her eyes narrowing. “And I’m very tempted right now.”
“Alright, ma’am! Sorry, sorry!” Jovina said quickly.
“Yeah.”
Broken sat back, the banter playing like a familiar tune in the background.
Broken leaned forward slightly, his expression calm yet resolute.
“With our original plan to build a kingdom… I believe that path is now finally open to us.” His voice echoed through the chamber, drawing the attention of every guild member present. “We have the land now—a floating island. And it’s large enough to hold a small city, maybe more. But of course, there are many things we need to consider before moving forward.”
The others nodded, silent and thoughtful.
After a moment, Maylock spoke. “Is there anything else, anything important you learned about the island?”
Broken nodded once. “Yes. And this might be the most critical thing of all—the floating island… can move.”
For a heartbeat, the entire room fell completely still.
Even the ambient chatter from the remote participants vanished into silence.
Then, Goldrich was the first to speak, his tone measured but intrigued. “If it can move… that removes one of our biggest problems. We wouldn’t need to transport people to the island. We could bring the island closer to them.”
He paused.
“Only…” he trailed off.
“Yes, only…” Maylock picked up where Goldrich left off, his gaze firm. “That would also bring massive trouble to us.”
All eyes turned toward him.
“If we move the island through the open sea, it will inevitably draw attention. The ocean is full of other powers and factions—many of which we don’t fully understand. We don’t even know how many of them have noticed the floating island’s presence already. Except for Queen Nerisa, perhaps, I don’t think anyone else has seen it yet.”
He turned his sharp gaze to Broken. “Have you confirmed what’s beneath the island? On the ocean floor? Could there be another sea kingdom directly beneath it?”
Broken slowly shook his head. “No… I haven’t checked that yet.”
He frowned slightly—because, truthfully, he should have. But diving deep into the ocean to verify what lay below the floating island would be no easy task. Sure, he could ask Tirien, the merfolk warrior assigned to him… but would Tirien even answer truthfully?
It was something Broken would need to confirm himself.
Maylock gave a slow nod, as if he’d already anticipated that.
“Then I recommend we don’t move the island—not until we can guarantee the path is clear. From the island’s current position to wherever we might want to take it next—we need to be sure there’s no interference from other oceanic powers. Otherwise, we risk war we’re not ready for.”
Broken exhaled softly and nodded in agreement.
“I agree.”
The meeting stretched on, layered and dense, as more questions piled onto the table. One of the core issues—and perhaps the most complex—was where the kingdom would actually be based.
“Should we anchor the kingdom on land… or in the sea?” Broken had posed the question, and now it echoed through every mind present.
Because yes, technically, they had land now—the floating island. But this wasn’t ordinary land. It hovered above the ocean, untethered, and unlike any known territory.
And more importantly, a kingdom couldn’t be declared just by claiming a piece of land.
It needed recognition—legitimacy in the eyes of the surrounding powers. That meant receiving acknowledgement from the rulers of neighboring territories.
And that made things complicated.
The island could float anywhere. But to declare sovereignty, Broken would need to ensure the space beneath it was either neutral or unclaimed by existing powers.
He couldn’t just drift the island over someone else’s domain and raise a flag. That would be seen as an act of war.
“I think we should start by leveraging the alliance you already have with Queen Nerisa, Broken,” Maylock suggested. “She may not speak much, but her influence in the oceanic territories is strong. With her support, it would be easier to legitimize a new kingdom.”
“But we’ll need more than her, won’t we?” Elincia chimed in.
“Yes.” Maylock nodded. “You’d need to negotiate with other oceanic kingdoms as well. Or—” he paused, considering, “—you could move the island closer to the South Continent, near Dissidia Kingdom. That would allow us to rally political support more easily.”
That sparked another round of discussion.
Because moving the island had its own risks. And aligning with too many land-based kingdoms could isolate them from oceanic factions.
And then came the next avalanche of questions. Who would the citizens be? Would they be forest elves from Alora’s clan? Or settlers from Dissidia? Would this kingdom be open to all races… or would they follow a unique creed?
And it only spiraled from there.
There was infrastructure to plan. Laws to establish. Security, diplomacy, supply routes, gate access, tax systems. Everything a real kingdom would need.
It became clear, even through all the excitement: Building a kingdom wasn’t just about claiming land.
It was about crafting a world. One that people could live in, trust in, and believe in.
And Broken… Was right at the center of it all.
After hours of discussion—of tangled questions, branching possibilities, and long chains of what ifs—a quiet kind of agreement began to form among them.
There was still no single answer. Not yet. The path to building a kingdom was still murky, the destination undecided.
Would it be a kingdom of the sea? Or a kingdom tethered to the land?
If they established it in the ocean, it would be isolated—cut off from the mainland, making trade and travel far more complicated. But on the other hand, land-based support came with its own political entanglements and potential resistance.
Even the question of citizenship was tangled.
Yes, the forest elves could maintain the kingdom naturally. The environment suited them. But would they be willing to live under Broken’s banner?
Would they accept him as sovereign?
Their pride ran deep. Their traditions, even deeper. And many might still see the floating island as something that should belong to them, not anyone else.
But Broken, as always, was the one to cut through the fog.
He offered a smile—subtle, but sure.
“We can think through all the big questions as we go,” he said, steady. “Solve one problem at a time. But there’s one thing we can start right now.”
Everyone leaned forward a little.
He let the silence linger—then finished: “We can begin building the city. The facilities. The foundations. Right now. On the island.”
And just like that, a wave of energy rolled through the chamber.
Nods. Smiles. A flicker of purpose in every pair of eyes.
“Alright!” Booba jumped in with his usual boisterous tone. “I’m ready for a sea voyage to the floating island of the Vensalor Guild! Let’s do this!”
