Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 824 - - Frost Titan

A massive ice golem emerged behind Frostedge, its towering form crackling with frozen energy. The colossal guardian had taken the brunt of Broken's devastating attacks, shielding its master from the overwhelming force that had just obliterated the battlefield.

But that wasn't all.

Frostedge himself had changed.

Now, he was clad in even heavier armor, layered with thick, crystalline ice—a fortress of frost wrapped around his body, making him appear like a walking war machine forged from the cold itself.

It was breathtaking.

Not just for Broken, but for everyone watching.

The stadium was in absolute chaos. The moment the spectators realized what had just happened, many of them shot up from their seats, screaming in shock and hysteria.

What kind of skill was this?!

For the first time ever, Frostedge had revealed these abilities—and he had chosen to do so here, in the grand final, against Broken.

And yet, while the entire stadium was reeling in excitement—

Broken frowned.

Because after all the research he had done on Frostedge, after studying every known skill in his public ability list—

This wasn't on it.

He had never seen this before.

But then—a realization began to take shape in his mind.

The Pride Champion Blessing. The ancestral wielders of this power—the ones he had just encountered in the game—

They didn't just fight stronger. They bent reality itself.

Stormbreaker had an ability that granted him a 100% critical hit rate—an impossible mechanic in any normal system.

Vallrick's ability let him sacrifice his own levels to forcibly drain the level of his opponent—rewriting progression mechanics entirely.

And now—Frostedge.

What if his ability allowed him to…

At that exact moment, from the spectator seats, Maylon finally answered Euna's lingering question.

"…he can change the rules of his own skills."

"What?!" Euna gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

"Wait…" Euna muttered, her mind racing with questions. "Change the rules of his own skills? How is that even possible?"

Maylon leaned forward slightly, his gaze still locked on the battlefield as he explained. "If you look at Frostedge's known skill list—the ones that have been analyzed and documented by the community—there's actually a pattern."

Euna tilted her head, intrigued. "A pattern?"

Maylon nodded. "Many of his skills share similar mechanics or animation effects. The differences are usually in their damage output, range, or cooldown duration. Some seem nearly identical, except for subtle variations in how they're executed."

Euna frowned, trying to process this. "Wait, are you saying he can change the details of his own skills? That's ridiculously broken! He could just tweak a skill to deal absurd amounts of damage!"

"It's not that simple." Maylon shook his head. "There has to be a price. From what I've observed, increasing the damage percentage means increasing the mana cost or cooldown duration. He can also convert a single-target skill into an AoE attack, but only by sacrificing some other aspect of the skill."

Euna's curiosity deepened. "So… is that why he wasn't using any skills earlier in the fight?"

"Most likely." Maylon nodded. "He could've imposed specific conditions on his skills—higher cooldowns, specific activation triggers—in exchange for enhanced effects. If that's true, then we'll see even more proof of it soon. And if that's really how it works…" He exhaled slowly. "…then this is going to be very difficult for Broken."

Euna's eyes widened as the realization hit her. "That's… insane. Seriously insane! If Frostedge really couldn't use most of his skills before this battle, then it means it would have all been for nothing if he didn't make it to the grand final, right?"

Maylon smirked slightly. "Exactly. He was confident he'd make it here. And he was saving everything for this moment—for Broken."

Euna blinked, still trying to wrap her head around it. "Wait… he knew Broken would make it to the final?"

Maylon finally turned to face her, a knowing look in his eyes. "You didn't?"

Euna let out a small laugh. "Now that I think about it… I don't think I ever had a reason to doubt Broken would get this far."

The entire stadium was still in shock. Even Brando, the ever-enthusiastic caster, was left completely speechless for a moment before bursting into excited commentary.

Meanwhile, Euna's voice cut through the tension. "Was Broken prepared for this?"

Maylon didn't hesitate. "Broken is not that simple, Euna…"

She turned to him as he continued, his tone steady.

"On the surface, he might seem like someone who just charges ahead, taking on massive challenges recklessly… but there's one thing most people fail to notice about him."

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Maylon's gaze sharpened. "He has an unshakable drive to progress. When he sets a goal, he almost never fails."

He paused for a brief moment, then added, "And when he set his goal to defeat Frostedge…"

Another pause.

"I have no doubt that he has already done his homework for this moment. Yes… I'm sure Broken has realized this truth as well."

Euna let out a small, knowing smile, shifting her focus back to the giant screen displaying the battlefield.

"This guy… most people think he's just insanely lucky because of his OP blessings…" She exhaled, almost amused. "…but I think his real broken ability is his focus and dedication to his target."

Maylon smirked. "Couldn't agree more."

Broken remained completely still, watching as Frostedge stood tall once again.

Now, even his sword had changed—its blade radiated with a brilliant icy aura, pulsating with pure magic energy. But more than that—

Everything around him had come to life.

The thin layer of ice beneath his feet began to spread outward, slowly but surely consuming the battlefield. Snowflakes started to drift down from above, signaling a rapid transformation of the terrain.

Soon—this entire arena would be a frozen battlefield.

Frostedge looked different now.

Not just in appearance—but in presence.

This was the Frostedge Broken had been waiting for.

This was the legendary warrior he had set his sights on—the ultimate target to surpass.

Broken's lips curled into a small grin. "That's a cool golem."

Frostedge gave a slight bow, then brought his hands together in a calm motion. "It's not exactly a golem like yours… but yeah, I suppose it functions similarly."

"Should we give it a name?" Broken asked.

Frostedge tilted his head for a second before casually replying, "Frost Titan. How's that? Just made it up on the spot."

"That's cool," Broken nodded approvingly. Then, his grin widened. "And I think… Blackthorn would love to be its opponent."

At that moment, a massive magic circle appeared behind Broken.

From the swirling void of dark energy, a towering figure emerged.

A hulking entity, its body mostly composed of twisting black vines, its form shadowy and monstrous, yet unmistakably powerful. Its gorilla-like head loomed over the battlefield, while in its massive hands, it wielded a tremendous greatsword—a blade designed for pure destruction.

The crowd gasped.

Another monstrous clash was about to begin.

Frostedge smirked. "I hope my made-up golem doesn't disappoint your legendary one."

Broken let out a small smile. "I hope so too. Because if it does, my golem is going to make things very difficult for you."

For a brief second—the two warriors locked eyes.

Then—they both grinned.

Excitement surged between them—undeniable, unstoppable.

And at that exact moment—

The Frost Titan and Blackthorn launched forward—rushing straight for each other—ready to collide in an earth-shattering clash!