Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Leon was walking with Freya and King when Freya suddenly mentioned that she had scheduled a meeting for him with someone.

But, as usual, she refused to give any details about who it was, only leading him toward their meeting location.

This wasn't the first time she had done something like this. By now, Leon had grown used to Freya's habit of keeping things mysterious. Most of the time, it was just for the element of surprise, and usually, the person she introduced him to this way was someone he already knew from the game, but had never met in real life.

But who was left that Leon hadn't met in person?

Most of the guild members attending this competition, he had already seen face-to-face. There were only a few exceptions—like Tora and Toya, who hadn't shown up yet.

Maybe it was them?

Or could it be Ronan and Mizuki? No… those two were currently busy working on his golem ship and had no plans to come here.

As he was lost in thought, Freya suddenly spoke again.

"Elincia won against Livelywood."

Leon turned his head toward her. "Really? Did she just bombard the poor swordsman with magic attacks?"

Freya laughed. "Yes, and they both really wanted to win. Because if you think about it… the winner of that match could end up fighting you next, right?"

Leon blinked, just now remembering that he still had one more match scheduled for tomorrow. If he won, he would secure first place in his group and advance to the final four.

"So, if I win my group, I'll be facing Elincia?"

"Most likely." Freya nodded.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the entrance of a small café. Just as they reached the door, Freya and King suddenly stopped, causing Leon to pause a step ahead of them.

"You're not coming in?" he asked quietly.

"No," Freya replied simply, while King gave a small smile and bowed slightly.

Leon frowned. "How am I supposed to know who I'm meeting out of everyone inside?"

"You'll know the moment you see them," Freya said with a knowing look.

Leon sighed but didn't argue.

He reached for the wooden door, which let out a soft chime as he pushed it open.

Stepping inside, he scanned the room, glancing at the different people seated throughout the café. Then—his gaze locked with someone. A man, sitting near the window. His features were Asian, his hair dark, and his face… surprisingly familiar.

Leon walked toward him, his mind piecing things together. Then, he noticed it.

A wheelchair.

The man saw him approach and spoke first.

"Broken?"

Leon stepped closer, standing near the table. And yes—he knew exactly who this was.

"Frostedge?"

The man smiled and extended his hand.

"Han Feng. My name is Han Feng, but you can call me Feng."

Leon shook his hand firmly.

"Leon."

With that, he took the seat across from Feng, and just as the waiter arrived, they both placed their orders.

From there, their conversation naturally flowed into introductions, exchanging stories, and getting to know one another outside of the game.

Frostedge.

A player known for his incredible talent, widely regarded as China's most promising star in Immortal Legacy…

And yet, in real life, he was in a wheelchair?

But then—how did he learn swordplay?

How was he able to fight so fluidly, so gracefully in the game, when in the real world, he was bound to a chair?

Was there a story behind this? Had something happened that put him in this condition?

Leon didn't try to bring it up, even though he was curious about it. He wasn't the type to pry. But after some time, as their conversation naturally flowed, Han Feng eventually brought it up himself.

"Leon… have you ever heard of me before?"

Leon shook his head. And that wasn't surprising. Even when he met Heejin, he hadn't known who she was until Freya introduced them.

It wasn't that he couldn't access information—he just never had the time to go looking for it.

So no, he had never heard of Han Feng before now.

"No… I haven't. Are you famous? A celebrity?"

Feng smiled—calm, unbothered.

And just like his in-game personality, he seemed like someone who spoke only when necessary. Their conversation was quiet, precise, focused only on what mattered.

"I used to be a professional ice skater," Feng said.

Leon nodded slowly, and suddenly, it all made sense.

"That's why you move like that in the game," he said. "I've seen you use acrobatics similar to ice skating during combat."

So… Feng hadn't always been in a wheelchair. Something must have happened—something that changed his life forever.

The man continued his story, recounting how he had once been a professional ice skater, representing his country and winning gold medals for three consecutive Olympic Games.

Hearing this, Leon instinctively searched the internet, and sure enough—Han Feng's name was everywhere. He was once a national hero, a rising star in the world of figure skating, with a level of skill that had placed him among the best in history.

But then, there was an accident.

During what was supposed to be his final competition, a devastating fall led to a severe injury—one so critical that doctors told him he would never skate again.

It was the lowest moment of his life.

For someone who had spent his entire existence on the ice, being forced into early retirement was like having his very identity ripped away.

Even after three years, his leg had never fully recovered.

While Han Feng primarily used a wheelchair, there were times he moved around with a cane. But his right leg was almost completely unusable.

Yet despite everything, Han Feng had never just been an ice skater. Before he devoted himself to the sport, he had also studied swordplay. And if it weren't for his focus on ice skating, he might have gone on to dominate fencing or martial arts as well.

That was how talented he had been.

That was how famous he once was.

And even now, his fame hadn't faded—if anything, it had only grown even bigger.

Hearing all this, Leon couldn't help but wonder—how old was this guy, anyway? With so many accomplishments, Han Feng should have been much older.

But sitting across from him, he looked like he was barely in his early twenties.

It wasn't until Leon checked again that he found out—Han Feng was only 23 years old.

"That was when someone introduced me to Immortal Legacy—right when the game had just launched," Han Feng continued.

"I found a new world… and, surprisingly, a way to escape my downfall. I could fight with a sword. I could skate across the battlefield. And in this world, I could do it without limits."

What had happened to Han Feng in the real world no longer restricted him in the game. Here, he lived as a new person—something he never thought he could do again in real life.

In Yunatea, he was free.

Free to achieve more.

Free to push himself beyond his limits.

Free to keep moving forward, no matter how far he had already come.

Immortal Legacy had created a world where there were no walls, no final peak—no matter how strong you were, there was always another level to climb. And that was why Han Feng had found his new purpose in this world.

As his story came to an end, he leaned forward slightly, meeting Leon's gaze with a calm yet determined look.

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A small smile formed on his lips.

"In the final."