Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

No one dared step outside.

The moment they even thought about it, the howling winds and violent waves reminded them just how suicidal that would be.

The storm was relentless, the ship barely holding its ground, and if anyone set foot on the deck, the wind alone might be enough to rip them off the ship and hurl them into the abyss below.

But then—

Something even worse happened.

Something far beyond their expectations.

A sudden, gut-wrenching shift.

The ship lurched violently, almost as if an unseen force had grabbed it.

And then, from the darkness beyond the storm—

Something massive emerged.

Gargantuan.

Like the fingers of a titan, its presence was so monstrous that for a split second, Broken's mind refused to comprehend what he was seeing.

What the fuck is that?!

The words left his lips involuntarily as he stared out into the blackness.

And then—

A sickening crack rang through the ship.

Something was gripping it.

The dark, monstrous limbs began to reveal themselves.

Not fingers.

Not arms.

But tentacles.

Massive tentacles.

They wrapped tightly around the hull, thick as pillars, their slimy, ridged surfaces glinting under flashes of lightning.

And then—

A deep, unnatural groan echoed through the ship.

The tentacles tightened their grip—

And the ship rocked with brutal force.

The entire vessel tilted, throwing people off their feet—

Bodies slammed against walls, some crashing into control panels, others barely managing to grab hold of anything stable.

Chairs, crates, and loose equipment were sent flying, clattering against the walls as the ship jerked again, this time feeling as if it were being pulled downward.

The entire room shook violently—

A terrifying realization sank in.

It was dragging them into the ocean.

The moment the truth clicked, Ronan roared over the chaos—

"EVERYONE, BRACE YOURSELVES! DON'T LET GO OF ANYTHING!"

It was a Level 300 monster—an enormous, kraken-like creature that could easily destroy the ship in mere moments.

"Ronan, do we fight it?" Broken asked, voice sharp with urgency.

Ronan gritted his teeth, his expression tense.

"No. We can't. No one can survive outside in winds like this."

Without hesitation, he activated Ripple Phase, a special ability of the golem ship.

A massive jolt rippled through the vessel—

For a moment, the tentacles loosened—and then—

The ship broke free.

Did it work?

No.

Because seconds later, the same crushing force gripped them again—

The monster wasn't letting them escape.

Terror flickered across everyone's faces.

The pressure was unreal—

At this rate, the ship wouldn't last much longer.

Broken's mind raced.

Could they even kill this thing?

A Level 300 Epic-grade monster wasn't something they could just casually take down—especially not in the middle of a violent storm.

Meanwhile, players had already begun attacking from inside, launching magic blasts and projectiles through gaps in the ship—

But the rocking vessel and brutal storm made it almost impossible to aim properly.

Then, Ronan turned to Broken, his expression dead serious.

"King, I think this is a real emergency—we have no choice but to unsummon Aego."

Broken's stomach dropped.

That was exactly what he had been afraid of.

If he kept the ship summoned, the kraken would crush it—and if that happened, they would lose everything. Their only chance of continuing the expedition would be gone.

But if he unsummoned the ship, they could at least survive—

They could recover and resummon Aego once the storm passed.

But then—

"Are you sure everyone will survive if they're thrown into waters like this, Ronan?" Broken asked, his voice heavy.

Ronan's jaw tightened, his knuckles white from gripping the console.

"Either we wait for the ship to get destroyed, or we make the call now." He took a sharp breath before continuing. "The storm isn't going to end anytime soon. And this monster?"

His eyes flickered with grim certainty.

"I don't think it's alone."

Broken cursed under his breath.

He already knew that fighting a Level 300 monster in these conditions was suicide.

And now—

They were out of time.

But really?

Broken still hesitated, replaying Ronan's words in his mind. This wasn't a decision he could take lightly.

"Ronan, how high are the survival chances for everyone if they get thrown into the ocean?" he asked, urgency lacing his voice.

Ronan's expression was grim, but steady.

"Most of us are used to being tossed around by the sea. It's actually easier in a way—smaller bodies make us less noticeable to the bigger monsters." He paused. "But I can't guarantee everyone's survival."

"Still—if we make it through the storm, we can regroup and retrieve everyone once it's over."

Broken clenched his fists.

It wasn't a bad plan—in fact, it was the only viable option.

Because even now—

Aego was taking more and more damage.

The kraken's relentless grip was crushing the ship little by little, and despite its high mobility, Aego's defensive capabilities weren't enough for something like this.

This golem ship was built for speed, not endurance—

Which meant, if this kept going, it was only a matter of time before it was completely destroyed. And Broken wasn't ready to let that happen.

Not to this ship.

Not yet.

"Let me do something first."

A plan had already formed in his mind. He turned toward SexyGrill and SexyBloom, their gazes locking immediately.

The moment they saw his expression, they understood.

No words were needed. They nodded.

Broken took a deep breath—then spoke.

"Gaia, I need your help."

As soon as Gaia's presence manifested, Broken felt the surge of power flood through him. At the same time, SexyGrill activated her Divine Blessing, amplifying the effects even further.

For a brief moment, Broken felt invincible—his stats skyrocketing, his body strengthened, and Gaia herself ready to support him against both the storm and the kraken.

But would it be enough?

He didn't know.

Still—he had to try.

The moment he stepped out of the ship, the storm hit him like a sledgehammer. The second his right foot left the doorway, the winds nearly tore him off the deck.

Massive vines erupted from the floor, wrapping around his waist and arms, anchoring him to the ship—

And then—

He was thrown violently against the storm.

Despite his flight abilities, it wasn't enough.

The brutal winds tossed him like a ragdoll, slamming his body against the air currents with relentless force.

Damn it!

If not for the thick vines holding him in place, he would have been flung into the abyss, lost to the ocean forever.

But this wasn't just about the storm.

The kraken was still there.

And the moment it sensed him—

A tentacle rose high and came crashing down toward him.

BOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves through the entire ship—Broken barely managed to shield himself, his body crushed under the weight before his Gaia-enhanced regeneration kicked in, healing him just enough to stay conscious.

But he still couldn't attack.

Every attempt to strike back was pointless—

Not because of the monster itself—

But because of the storm.

The winds were too strong.

The tornadoes had multiplied—there were now two colossal spirals, churning dangerously close, as if ready to devour the ship at any moment.

This was it.

The ship couldn't hold out any longer. It was impossible to fight under these conditions. Even Broken had to admit—this wasn't a battle they could win.

Inside the ship, Ronan was watching, his jaw clenched, his hands tight around the controls, waiting—

Waiting for Broken's decision.

Because in the end—

Only Broken could unsummon Aego.

And the choice was clear.

Yes—

They had to unsummon the golem ship.

It was the only way.

Because if Aego was destroyed, everything would be over.

If the crew died, the expedition could be restarted.

But if the golem ship was lost?

There would be no second chance.

"NOW, KING!" Ronan's voice rang through the storm.

This was it.

Would he do it?