Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 877 - Island of the Forgotten Moon

Broken burst out of his room, footsteps quick against the deck as he rushed toward the control room. The tension in the air hit him instantly—Ronan, Mizuki, and SexyGrill were already gathered there, all turning to face him the moment he stepped in.

"The floating island?" he asked, breath caught halfway in anticipation.

"Come, look from here, King," Mizuki said, motioning him toward the telescope.

Broken stepped closer, eyes narrowing as he took position and adjusted the scope. He turned it carefully toward the coordinates... and then... Yes.

There it was.

The floating island!

It hung far above the sea, partially veiled in a soft curtain of clouds, its silhouette shifting slowly in the air like a forgotten dream. He stared, speechless for a moment.

It was real.

But not quite what he expected.

The island wasn’t nearly as large as he had imagined. In his mind, he’d pictured a vast, forested kingdom in the sky—grand enough to house an entire race of forest elves, with structures, life, history. But this... this island, smaller. Much smaller.

He studied it silently for a while longer, watching the shape become clearer, the clouds drift slightly, revealing more.

And yet... something unsettled him.

It wasn’t the lack of grandeur.

It was something else.

"Ronan," Broken said, eyes still locked on the island. "Stop the ship here. I’m going up there. Alone."

He turned, already heading for the exit.

"King..." Ronan called out, "According to Mizuki’s scans, the island appears... uninhabited."

Mizuki nodded beside him. "Yes, King. It’s stunning, untouched—but it shows no signs of life. No structures. No forest elves. Nothing seems damaged either... just empty."

"Yeah..." Broken muttered in reply. "But that’s not what’s bothering me."

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it—but a cold unease stirred in his chest.

He needed to see it himself.

Without another word, Broken made his way to the edge of the deck—only to spot Tirien already standing there, his gaze fixed intently on the distant skies.

"Tirien," Broken called as he approached. "Are you sure that’s the floating island of the Vensalor Kingdom?"

The merfolk warrior turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "King Broken... I’m certain the island used to exist somewhere in this area before it vanished. But this island... it looks different."

"Different how?"

Tirien fell quiet for a long moment, eyes still scanning the horizon.

"The waters near this area," he said at last, "they’re calm. Too calm. The movement of the sea creatures nearby is unusually subdued. Peaceful, almost... but unnaturally so." He paused again, his voice lower now. "This island—it feels like the same one, yet somehow... not."

By now, Ronan, Mizuki, and SexyGrill had gathered around them, their faces shadowed with concern as they followed the conversation.

Ronan narrowed his eyes. "King... are you really going up there alone? We could steer the ship closer, just in case something happens."

Broken shook his head, resolute. "No. You all stay here. Let me go up and see it for myself."

Mizuki stepped forward, voice uncertain. "But... the island’s still far."

"I know," Broken replied. "But Polly and I can reach it easily."

And with that, he summoned her.

A shimmer of light swirled beside him, and Polly—the radiant white fox—appeared at his side. She turned her head calmly, and without a sound, she extended her majestic pair of wings.

Everyone watched in silence as Broken stepped forward, ready to take flight.

Broken turned his head one last time to face his companions. His expression was calm, but there was a firmness behind his eyes.

"Just stay near here," he said. "I’ll be back soon."

Everyone nodded in response—no one questioned him. After all, when it came to leadership here, his word was final.

Then, without another pause, Polly launched into the sky.

Her wings spread wide, catching the wind as she ascended with powerful strokes. The ship shrank beneath them as the world opened around them in vast stretches of sea and sky. The island was visible—floating high, distinct against the clouds—but reaching it would take time. The wind grew stronger the higher they climbed, slowing their progress.

"Master..." Polly spoke softly, her voice brushing into his thoughts.

Broken narrowed his eyes. "You feel it too, don’t you, Polly?"

"Yes, Master..."

He didn’t reply immediately, jaw tightening.

He wasn’t alone in sensing it.

As they neared, the base of the floating island came into view—its rocky underside jutting out above the clouds. Polly shifted her angle, lifting them higher. Bit by bit, the form of the island unfolded before them.

And then... Broken saw it.

He froze, stunned, his breath catching mid-chest.

There it was, laid out in full before them.

The floating island was surrounded by a massive protective bubble, shimmering faintly, obscuring most of what lay within... but not everything. Through the haze, he could see familiar contours—land, trees, water.

But what shattered him—what stopped all thoughts cold—

Was the center of the island.

A small central islet, hovering in the middle of a quiet lake... and right there in the middle of that—

A tree.

A glowing tree that looked exactly like the one Cecilia had just planted in the Moonlight Dimension.

Broken’s heart pounded.

No. No way.

"This... this is..." he muttered, trembling. "This is Moonlight Island...!"

He stared, eyes wide, not believing what he was seeing.

Every curve of the land, every line of the lake, even the size and shape of the islet—it was identical. The resemblance wasn’t just uncanny.

It was impossible to ignore.

Was this just a coincidence?

Or... was this really the same island?

Hell! What the hell is happening?!

Broken hovered in silence, the wind brushing past his skin, the sky vast and quiet around him—yet his heart thundered louder than any storm.

He didn’t know what he was looking at.

This wasn’t just unexpected. This was beyond anything he could comprehend.

"Like hell..." he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible as he stared at the impossible island floating before him.

Then, quietly, he whispered, almost uncertainly—

"Cecilia... can you see me? From inside the island? Outside the barrier?"

For a moment, nothing happened.

And then—something stirred.

Just beyond the protective bubble, the air shimmered. The light warped. And from thin air, a figure appeared—floating gracefully just above the island’s surface.

White dress. Blonde hair. Radiant.

Broken froze.

His breath caught.

"Cecilia..." he whispered again.

The girl smiled and waved at him gently from the other side of the barrier.

"Hi, Master... I’m here."