Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 685 - Demian’s Game (Full-Length)

Demian raised his chin slowly, his gaze fixed on the dome-shaped domain looming before him. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as if he already knew the outcome of what was about to unfold.

He stood motionless for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. Behind him, a group of knights had arrived, accompanied by a handful of players. Although the players didn’t seem poised to attack, they lingered, perhaps out of curiosity—or their usual foolish tendencies.

"Lord Demian, you are hereby charged with treason and the assassination of the King," one of the knights declared.

Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from within the domain.

"DEMIAN!"

It was unmistakably Alora’s voice.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!"

Simultaneously, a wave of energy burst from inside the domain, rippling through the air and causing the walls of the domain to tremble faintly.

Demian’s faint smile widened slightly as he turned back to face the knights.

"The King is dead," he said. "And I am the rightful heir, the only one with a legitimate claim to the throne. Does your rebellion against your new king not count as treason?"

The lead knight stood firm. "You are no rightful heir to the throne," he retorted. "You’ve committed treason and murder. Your sentence is death."

Demian chuckled softly, shaking his head as if the knight’s words amused him.

"That’s quite funny," he said, letting out a small laugh. "Honestly, I’d love to laugh louder, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. So, why don’t you all go join your dead King?"

Raising his brow briefly, behind him, several swirling magic circles materialized, spinning wildly with chaotic energy.

"Cease your resistance now!" one of the knights barked as he and his comrades surged forward.

From within the magic circles, magic missiles began to form. In an instant, they shot forward with blinding speed, a relentless barrage slicing through the air. The magic missiles struck the knights with brutal precision, piercing through armor and flesh alike.

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The knights barely had time to react before the assault overwhelmed them, their forms collapsing under the relentless onslaught until nothing remained but silence.

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The nearby players, who had been watching from what they thought was a safe distance, stood frozen in disbelief. Their faces turned pale. One by one, they began to retreat, shuffling backward in a panicked effort to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the terrifying display of power.

Demian casually dusted his hands together, as though brushing off dirt. His gaze shifted back to the domain before him, and that faint smile still lingered on his lips.

"My dear niece, Princess Alora," he said softly. "This is your uncle speaking. Don’t you want to come out and greet your beloved uncle?"

Another wave of energy burst forth from within the domain, but there was no accompanying scream. It seemed she had been silenced. The swirling shadow energy thickened, shrouding the interior of the domain and obscuring whatever lay within.

"Alora…" Demian spoke again. "Shouldn’t you mourn the passing of your father? He did everything he could to protect this kingdom.

"Listen to me, my dear niece. Hiding in silence like this is not the behavior of a leader. You are the crowned princess of the Dissidia Kingdom, are you not?"

Demian’s smile widened. "Come out, Alora, and claim the throne. Let us celebrate this monumental occasion with a grand feast!"

An eerie silence fell over the area, so profound that even the sound of the wind brushing past could be heard distinctly.

"ALORA!" Demian’s voice suddenly thundered.

He paused, letting the echo fade as his expression softened. Lowering his voice, he spoke again.

"Ah, forgive me," he murmured, bowing his head slightly. "I let my emotions get the better of me… It’s just that… my brother’s death has overwhelmed me so deeply."

Raising a hand, he brushed at his eyes in a theatrical gesture, though no tears glistened there.

"I know this isn’t easy for you either, Alora," he said. "But you can’t hide yourself forever. Let me warn you kindly—this won’t end well if you try."

His façade of grief quickly faded as he straightened, his chin lifting again with a cold stare.

Behind him, dozens of magic circles spiraled into existence once more, spinning wildly.

Without hesitation, a relentless barrage of magic missiles erupted from the circles, slamming into the walls of the domain with deafening force.

Each impact unleashed a fiery explosion, shaking the ground and causing the domain’s walls to tremble violently under the onslaught.

Demian continued his assault without pause, the cacophony of destruction reverberating around him. The once-quiet air was now filled with the relentless roar of explosions.

What initially seemed like a futile effort suddenly took an unexpected turn. The domain wall began to recede—no, it was more like the domain itself was shrinking.

A faint smile returned to Demian’s face as he observed the shift.

He continued his relentless assault on the domain, standing nonchalantly amidst the chaos.

"Alora…" he called out once more.

"I want to tell you about the King’s final moments. Listen… he never mentioned your name, not even once, Alora."

He paused, letting his words sink in as the domain visibly shrank further.

"Do you think he didn’t remember you in his final moments? Or perhaps… Perhaps the King never truly wanted you?"

"I wonder," Demian continued, "did the Forest Elves cast you out just as they did to your mother? You must have been such a heavy burden on the kingdom, Alora."

"Come out and claim the throne," he urged again. "Or would you rather hear the tale of how the dagger sliced through the King’s throat?"

He feigned surprise, bringing a hand to his chest in mock regret. "Oh, forgive me… The King was already gravely injured. His prized armor punctured, leaving gaping holes in his chest."

Demian chuckled softly. "I merely helped ease his suffering, Alora. If anything, you should thank me for that."

"Alora," he continued, "the King, revered by the people of Dissidia Kingdom, knelt before a Named Demon in his final moments."

"The Imperial Knights, his most loyal protectors, are all dead. There is no one left to safeguard this kingdom."

Suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the air from within the domain.

"DEMIAN!" Alora’s voice rang out. "I will kill you!"

Demian’s expression didn’t falter as he listened. "What’s happening inside the domain, I wonder?"

[christopher_s]: "Demian really out here acting like the kingdom’s top drama queen. ’Mourn your father,’ he said, while literally trying to blow her to pieces. Sir, pick a lane!"

[Collin_McCall]: "Demian’s like: ’You’re a burden, Alora’ while casually blowing up the kingdom. ICONIC. 😂"

[Maarten_]: "Demian’s giving peak villain energy. The monologue, the fake tears, the ’I’m your uncle’ guilt trip. This man graduated with honors from Evil Academy!"

[DjBeef]: "The way this guy laughs mid-slaughter and calls it a ’celebration’ is pure villain core. He’s not just evil, he’s having fun with it."

[Fox0818]: "WHY is this so entertaining?? Like, lowkey rooting for Demian, but also… scared. 🙃"

[cylik]: "WHERE’S THE PLOT ARMOR?! Deploy it NOW! 🫣"

Alora’s body was enveloped tightly by thick shadow tendrils, cocooning her completely. Nearby, Pawpaw clung to the tendrils, his small claws desperately pulling them back into place every time they began to slip free.

"Hey, you stupid SpeedGang," Pawpaw growled. "Do you think your precious domain can hold out much longer?"

"Hah! Now you’re asking for my help?"

"Shut up, or I’ll kill you myself."

"Such a pleasant way to ask for a favor."

"Your so-called protection is crumbling. This domain is shrinking by the second. Where’s that ridiculous pride of yours now?"

"There’s no one who can destroy my domain," SpeedGang shot back.

"Can’t you see it for yourself? The domain is collapsing!"

SpeedGang abandoned his usual nonchalance, setting down the tea glass he’d been holding. He stood, his expression cold. "Let’s make a deal."

"Shut up!" Pawpaw snarled. "I don’t make deals with you. That idiot Demian will kill you and your allies anyway. That’s why you’re hiding in here like a coward."

"Shut up, cat. You’re hiding too."

"I’m protecting Princess Alora."

SpeedGang’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he glanced at the demon cat. "Hah, you’re good at making excuses too, huh?"

"Tell me!" Pawpaw barked. "How do you strengthen this domain?"

"You owe me a favor," SpeedGang said. "And I’ll tell you."

"Shut up! I’m a contracted beast. I don’t owe you anything."

"Then Broken owes me one favor."

"Broken isn’t here, and I’m not making decisions for him!"

Meanwhile, the relentless barrage of magic missiles continued to hammer the domain from outside. Pawpaw’s shadow tendrils, which he had used to obscure the view into the domain, began to wane under the strain. Forced to concentrate all his energy on maintaining the cocoon around Alora.

And then, Demian’s face came into view.

He stood calmly just outside the domain, that faint smile still on his lips as he took one deliberate step closer.

"Well, what do we have here?" Demian said. His eyes swept over the group inside. "The Champion of Gluttony—a useless and pathetic waste."

His gaze shifted to Pawpaw. "A worthless demon cat."

Finally, his attention landed on the shadow cocoon surrounding Alora.

"And the crowned princess," he said softly.

Outside, the magic missiles continued to slam into the domain walls, each strike sending tremors through the shrinking space.

It was only a matter of time before the domain gave way completely, collapsing under the unrelenting assault. The tension in the air was suffocating, the inevitable destruction drawing closer with every passing second.