Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Through Pawpaw's eyes, Broken saw it clearly—five figures soaring through the sky, heading toward them.

Not toward him, but toward the group of players.

And those figures…

They were humanoid, but each had a pair of wings. Similar to Ivana.

The moment the players below noticed the approaching figures, their entire formation shifted. They grouped together, weapons ready, fully alert.

And Broken couldn't look away. Because those figures—he knew exactly what they were.

Then, the five winged beings landed.

The moment their feet touched the ground, moonlight revealed their forms.

They had dragon-like wings, scales covering parts of their arms and necks, and curved horns atop their heads.

There was no mistake.

Dragonkin.

The very ones they had been searching for… had finally revealed themselves.

"Dragonkin…" Broken whispered, relaying the information to SexyGrill.

Her head snapped toward him. "What? Really? Dragonkin?! How many?"

"Five."

As they watched, the players remained tense, their weapons still drawn, looking ready to react to anything the dragonkin might do.

Which raised an even bigger question—

Were these players really here to find the dragonkin?

Or had the dragonkin come to find them first?

Then, one of the players, a man who seemed to be their leader, took a step forward and spoke firmly to his companions. "Lower the weapons."

The tension in the air was undeniable as the players faced off against the five dragonkin.

Through Pawpaw's eyes, Broken could see everything—except their levels. His skill didn't let him analyze their strength, which meant if he wanted to gauge their power, he would have to see them with his own eyes.

One of the players, their leader, took a step forward and spoke in a calm but firm voice.

"We didn't come here to cause trouble."

So… their goal wasn't to hunt the dragonkin. But the fact that the leader immediately clarified this raised another question—had they met dragonkin before?

One of the dragonkin stepped forward, his scaly arms tense, his wings twitching slightly, his voice carrying an undeniable edge of anger.

"You players don't know your place. I know what you've done. You hurt our friend."

The players exchanged confused glances before the leader responded.

"What have we done? We've been exploring the forest and hunting monsters, that's all. We haven't harmed any of you. What 'friend' are you talking about? This is the first time we've even seen dragonkin."

The dragonkin's golden eyes narrowed as he spoke again, his voice filled with accusation.

"You hurt our friend. A wyvern."

A wyvern?

Broken's eyes sharpened as he processed those words.

A wyvern… could they mean the one he shot with an arrow before?

He frowned slightly. If that wyvern was connected to these dragonkin, then these five must have come here seeking revenge.

But the problem was—they had the wrong target. They thought these players were responsible.

"We saw wyverns roaming around this area several times… we never did anything to them," the player leader replied, his voice steady but wary.

But the dragonkin's expression hardened.

"Whether you did or not, we're going to make you leave this place."

The moment those words left his mouth, some of the players instinctively gripped their weapons, readying themselves for a fight.

However, the leader wasn't eager to engage.

"Hold." His voice was firm, demanding restraint from his group.

Yet, the dragonkin kept advancing toward them.

A ripple of panic spread through the players.

"They're going to kill us! We can't just stand here!"

"We can't even log out—we've already entered battle mode! This is bad!"

"Damn it, I don't want to have to start this whole damn trek over again!"

"We should defend ourselves!"

The leader's frustration was obvious, his voice rising. "Hold your ground! We didn't do anything they're accusing us of!"

From the way the players reacted, it was clear—they knew exactly how strong the dragonkin were. Even though their numbers outmatched the dragonkin 8-to-1, even though all of them were level 200 or higher, none of them were eager to fight.

Which raised a new question for Broken.

Just how powerful were these dragonkin?

Broken continued observing through Pawpaw's eyes, relaying everything he saw to SexyGrill.

"I'm sure a fight's going to break out," she said, her tone serious.

"Looks like it," Broken agreed.

"Should we step in?"

He paused, considering the situation carefully. "We came here to gather information from the dragonkin. If we interfere, we might end up making ourselves a threat to them."

"That makes sense," SexyGrill nodded. "Besides, we don't even know these players or why they're here."

Broken gave a small nod, agreeing with her reasoning.

To ensure he wouldn't lose track of the dragonkin, he deployed his flying golem. The mechanical construct immediately soared into the air, rising high above the treetops, ready to track their movements from above in case they decided to leave.

And just as they had predicted—it happened.

The dragonkin had no intention of listening to anything the players had to say.

Without warning, the first dragonkin shot forward with terrifying speed, slamming directly into one of the frontline players, sending him flying backward.

Broken swallowed hard, his heart pounding.

Just how powerful were these dragonkin?

The players reacted instantly. Buffs were cast, and they quickly shifted into a defensive formation—the frontliners bracing themselves to block the onslaught, while the ranged attackers unleashed spells and arrows from a distance.

Then—chaos erupted.

A massive explosion of skills, magic, and attacks filled the battlefield, as the players went all out, casting their strongest abilities with zero hesitation.

But…

What shocked Broken the most was that the dragonkin weren't fazed.

Not even a little.

They moved too fast, weaving through the attacks like unstoppable forces of destruction.

They tore through the players' defensive line, breaking formations, killing them with terrifying ease.

They were monsters.

Broken's eyes widened.

Their power was beyond anything he expected. If he had to guess… their levels had to be at least 250 or higher.

How else could they shrug off the attacks of forty players—all level 200+—without effort?

It was a one-sided massacre.

The entire battle lasted only a few minutes. And then—it was over.

The last surviving player barely had time to react before one of the dragonkin lunged forward, slashing his throat open with a single swipe of his claws.

Just like that.

Forty players—slaughtered effortlessly.
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The dragonkin stood victorious, not a single one of them looking the least bit injured.

Broken could only stare.

These dragonkin weren't just strong.

They were absolute monsters.

If the players' group hadn't been so large, they might have been able to move unnoticed. But their numbers had made them an easy target, and now they had paid the price.

And the worst part?

They only became victims because of what Broken had done weeks ago—when he attacked that wyvern.

Now, with their hunt complete and every player slain, the five dragonkin stood amidst the carnage, their expressions unreadable.

One of the dragonkin scoffed. "They'll come back."

Another smirked. "Then we just have to kill every player we find. That's easy."

Their words were ice-cold—as if they truly didn't care about anything outside their own kind.

This wasn't just a hunt. This was their territory.

If five dragonkin were stationed here, there had to be more of them living deeper inside the region. This was their land, and they clearly did not welcome outsiders.

But just as they were about to turn and leave, one of them suddenly froze in place.

His head tilted slightly before his sharp golden eyes narrowed.

Then, he slowly turned around, scanning the area.

"…We're being watched."