Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 882 - 882 - Mobility Is a Superpower
Broken had made his decision.
He would send Livelywood, Charmelyn, and a team of skilled workers from Slumdon Town to his floating island, to begin building the kingdom, step by step.
On that day, he had already returned to Slumdon, walking just beyond the city walls where several carriages stood waiting. Each one was loaded with construction materials, carefully prepared and sorted.
It wasn’t everything they would need, but it was a start.
The rest would come in waves as progress moved forward.
Broken stood beside the caravans, personally transferring each crate and supply. It wasn’t hard for him—not with his abilities. He simply touched each one, and in a blink of light, the items would vanish—relocated to the island instantly.
Charmelyn and Livelywood were nearby, quietly watching as the materials disappeared one by one from the carriages.
These were the first seeds of a kingdom— and he was planting them, one crate at a time.
More would follow— supplies, tools, resources. The island would soon hum with the sound of hammers and stone.
After several hours of steady work, Broken finally stepped back and exhaled. He turned toward the two people beside him.
“Ahh…” Livelywood gave a breathy, awkward laugh. “That… definitely looked exhausting.”
Broken gave her a half-smile. “Are you sure you two are good to go? What about Slumdon?”
Livelywood nodded confidently. “Freya said she’ll handle everything here. The masterplan is already done—it’s just about execution now.”
Broken’s smile deepened, a sense of quiet gratitude blooming behind his eyes.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
Not long after, a distant rumble of wheels on dirt marked the arrival of the next group.
From the direction of Slumdon Town, a new caravan approached. Leading the front were Freya and Ronan, their silhouettes crisp against the late-afternoon light, followed by several workers—each one prepared, packed, and ready for the journey ahead.
They were headed for Deadbay City, where they would begin their voyage by boarding Aego, the golem ship. From there, the long journey across the ocean to the floating island awaited them.
“Hello, King!” Ronan called out first, grinning as he approached.
Broken gave a nod, already stepping forward to meet them.
He had specifically asked Ronan to return for this moment.
Not only would Ronan serve as captain of the expedition, but he would also be accompanied by a handful of the Vensalor Outsiders—those who had previously faced the storm in the open sea, and failed to reach the island the first time.
It wasn’t the full team. Some, like Mizuki, were still stationed on the floating island, managing the early stages of settlement and defense.
With Ronan’s experience, the steady presence of Livelywood and Charmelyn, and the skilled workers from Slumdon, this was the core of the first wave. Others from the Vensalor guild would follow in time, but this was the group that would break the ground—lay the first stones of a kingdom.
“Everything in place?” Broken asked, turning to Freya.
Freya gave a short nod. “Yeah… nearly half of Slumdon Town’s best resources are loaded onto these carriages. The next wave will follow after this.”
Broken exhaled slowly, nodding once.
Truthfully, he was nervous. Sending so many non-player characters on a journey that was dangerous—knowing how deadly and unpredictable the sea could be—was a risk that weighed on him.
His first voyage had included only players—people who could resurrect if something went wrong.
But these? These were the best of Slumdon Town. And if disaster struck… they wouldn’t be coming back.
But there was no other way. If he truly wanted to build the kingdom, the work had to begin. And it had to begin now.
One by one, the workers climbed into their assigned carriages, their tools and supplies packed tight. Ronan mounted beside the lead wagon, giving Broken a confident look and a nod.
“I’ll catch up with you at Deadbay. I’ll summon the ship myself,” Broken said.
“Understood.”
And with that, the convoy began to roll out.
Broken set out on the road again, this time riding in his crawling carriage alongside RememberMe, PussyCat, and Forev.
They would be using their own ship for the voyage—one separate from Aego, which simply couldn’t carry everyone this time. Along with them were other members of Vensalor, including Booba, Goldrich, and Jovina. The group was too large for a single vessel now. Their expedition was growing. So was their purpose.
When they finally arrived at Deadbay, Broken wasted no time. He immediately summoned Aego, the great golem ship, and handed command over to Ronan, who accepted the responsibility with a firm nod.
His part here was finished. And there was still so much left for him to handle.
Without delay, he activated his return to the floating island.
Within moments, he stood once again amidst its calm winds and soft golden light. The lake shimmered nearby, and just beside it stood Tirien, the merfolk warrior, still posted near the water—silent, unmoving.
Broken walked straight toward him, because there was something important he needed to do—right now.
He could feel it—just how powerful his mobility had become.
The ability to freely shift between Dissidia’s capital, Slumdon Town, and this floating island… It was almost surreal. These places were miles apart, separated by mountains, seas, and continents, and yet he moved between them like it was nothing.
Others had to endure grueling sea voyages and long overland treks just to cover the same ground. But Broken? He was everywhere—at once.
And now, for that same reason, he found himself approaching Tirien, the silent merfolk sentinel stationed by the lake’s edge.
There was something important that Broken needed. And he knew there was only one person who could help him with it.
“We’re returning to Queen Nerisa’s Kingdom.” he said plainly.
Tirien didn’t ask why. He didn’t question the order. He simply nodded once, as if that was enough.
They moved together toward the edge of the island, and without hesitation, Tirien leapt into the sea, disappearing into the water with a silent splash.
Broken summoned Polly, and mounted her. Her wings unfurled with a brilliant shimmer, and she lifted them into the air, carrying him just above the sea.
He could swim. But it was exhausting. And while Polly couldn’t fly forever, they could alternate between flying, gliding, and swimming—maybe even throwing in a few logouts in between to reset stamina.
Still… It was tedious. It was slow. It was boring.
He’d considered it—building another ship. Something smaller, lighter, more personal. But what would be the point?
A ship that size wouldn’t survive the open ocean, not with the unpredictable storms, monster-infested waters, and unexplored depths stretching endlessly across the world. Especially when so much of it remained uncharted and dangerous.
And as for building another Aego?
That would be a massive waste of resources. The materials. The manpower. The time. Aego was expensive to create, not something you duplicated just for convenience.
Sure, he could buy a ship, a pre-built one, and repurpose it into a backup vessel for quick travel.
But even that came with its own problems.
He’d need to assign a crew—a reliable one. And right now, he didn’t have the luxury of stretching his forces any thinner. His people were scattered, split between the floating island, Slumdon Town, Dissidia, and the long sea voyage to come.
So he had no choice.
The journey would be long. It would be tedious. Monotonous. Slow.
But there was something waiting at the end of it. Something only Queen Nerisa could help him with. And so… The long, dull voyage began—again.
