Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG

Chapter 787 - Legacy vs. Power

It was actually a satisfying result for Leon. At the very least, someone else in the competition had also managed to craft a Unique-grade item.

This outcome raised a new question for both Leon and the audience—who would win between Broken and Lanceshot?

Since both had created items of the same grade, it was no longer just about rarity—it would come down to other factors.

As expected, the official judges quickly gathered for a private discussion, carefully evaluating both items before making their final decision.

While the judges deliberated, the top-ranking contestants were called onto the stage.

This included the two Unique-grade crafters—Broken and Lanceshot—as well as ten other participants who had successfully crafted Epic-grade items.

Now, standing in a line before the crowd, they all waited for the final announcement.

The host, as always, played his role well—fueling the excitement, stirring up the competition, and injecting just the right amount of unnecessary rivalry to keep the crowd engaged.

"Lanceshot, this is exactly the kind of outstanding result we'd expect from an Expert Rank Blacksmith—a Unique-grade item! What do you think your chances of winning are in this competition?"

Lanceshot smiled confidently, his tone carrying the weight of someone who knew his worth.

"Well, it's a gloves-type item that grants the wearer a chance to double-cast physical-based skills for increased damage output. It's an incredible piece, perfect for melee combatants who rely on physical attacks. If this were auctioned in Immortal Legacy, I have no doubt it would attract insane bids. So yeah, I trust the judges will give it the recognition it deserves."

The host's eyes lit up with excitement as he responded enthusiastically, his voice booming across the stadium.

"Whoa! Now that's confidence! An item tailored for high-level combat, an absolute game-changer—no doubt, a blacksmith's masterpiece!"

He turned swiftly toward Leon, shifting the energy back onto him.

"And what about you, Broken? Same question—what do you think your chances of winning are?"

Leon's response was calm and measured, his words carrying a quiet certainty.

"Let's see what the judges decide. I know they're professionals in this field."

The host, clearly unsatisfied, leaned in with a playful smirk, pressing further.

"That's it, Broken? No bold predictions? No fire? What about your confidence in winning?"

Leon felt a flicker of irritation. Did they really expect him to play into the hype just for the sake of making the crowd go wild?

The truth was—he knew he would win. Like hell he wouldn't. His item held far greater value than a simple damage-boosting glove. But instead of taking the expected arrogant approach, he chose something smarter—a response that was both elegant and unwavering.

He gave the host a small, sharp smile.

"I don't need to believe I'll win," Leon said, his tone even. "I already know the answer."

The host's grin widened, sensing an opening. "Oh? And what makes you so sure?"

Leon tilted his head slightly. "Because my item isn't just powerful—it's history. It's already proven itself where it matters. And unlike some people here, I don't need to talk about hypothetical bids in an auction to justify its worth."

The crowd let out a collective "Ooooh!", reacting to the subtle jab.

Even Lanceshot's expression twitched ever so slightly.

Leon simply shrugged.

"I don't craft for bids. I craft for legacy. And when the judges announce the results, we'll see which one holds more weight."

This time, Leon could see that the host was finally satisfied with his response. With an excited grin, the host turned back to the audience and spread his arms dramatically.

A massive wave of cheers exploded from the stadium. The sound was thunderous, shaking the very air.

"That's right!" The host's voice boomed over the roaring crowd. "With an item that didn't just offer power but changed the very course of history, the judges have decided—legacy wins over function! A blacksmith who doesn't just create items—but forges legends!"

The camera zoomed in on Leon, standing calm, composed, as if the energy of the stadium didn't faze him.

But around him, the other contestants had mixed reactions.

Lanceshot, arms crossed, let out a long exhale, forcing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Tch... Seems like storytelling matters more than pure crafting skill in this competition."

Titonor muttered under his breath. "Hah... as if the judges were gonna let the guy who saved Dissidia Kingdom lose."

Another blacksmith simply shrugged. "Not gonna lie... I was mad about the auto-crafting thing, but after seeing the footage again? Yeah. He deserves it."

The cheers finally began to settle, and the host turned back to Leon.

"Broken! As the champion of this competition, the floor is yours! Do you have any final words for your victory?"

Leon took a step forward. He wasn't smiling, nor was he overwhelmed by the win. Instead, his expression was steady—controlled confidence, the kind that came from knowing he had earned this.

His gaze swept across the audience, his voice clear despite the lingering excitement in the air.

"The item I crafted was only one part of the war. It worked because thousands of players stood behind it. It wasn't my power alone that saved Dissidia—it was all of us working together."

A brief pause.

"So if you want to know what truly makes an item great?" His eyes flickered under the stadium lights.

"It's not just about stats. Not just about rarity. It's about the impact it leaves behind."

With that, he stepped back, the crowd erupting once more in cheers.

As Leon finally slipped away from the overwhelming attention, he let out a slow exhale, just as King and Freya approached him.

"Good speech. Where did you learn to talk like that?" Freya asked, her expression mildly amused.

"It just came out of my mouth. Hopefully, it didn't sound weird," Leon replied casually.

King grinned, giving him a double thumbs-up. "That was awesome, Leon. I got chills listening to it."

"Thanks, King."

Not that it was surprising—King always gave answers like that. Find your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

The three of them started walking away from the crowd, trying to escape the lingering excitement of the competition. But then, Freya spoke up, her voice carrying something between intrigue and urgency.

"Leon, I've set up a meeting between you and someone."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Someone?"

Freya turned to him, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Yes... don't worry. You won't have a hard time talking to this person."

Leon frowned slightly. "Who?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she led him to a café near the competition venue.

And when Leon stepped inside, he immediately spotted the person she was talking about. A man, looking to be in his twenties, dressed in a simple white shirt.

And...

A wheelchair?