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Broken had forgotten to ask Cecilia earlier—but thankfully, she spoke before he even needed to.

“Master…” she said gently. “Yes… I can open access to the island for anyone you permit, as long as they are physically close to the island itself.”

Broken turned to her, a slow grin spreading across his face.

The possibilities. The control. The significance of it all. It was… incredible.

“Then yes,” he said. “Please, let them in.”

Out beyond the protective barrier, SexyGrill and SexyBloom paused mid-air, their expressions shifting as they received the message. A moment later, they slowly floated closer, cautiously scanning the barrier, glancing down at the lake and the glowing tree at its center.

Then they flew closer and landed just beside Broken, both looking around in quiet awe.

“Woah…” SexyGrill breathed. “What kind of dream did I have to finally step onto this island?”

SexyBloom responded softly. “Grill… don’t forget the real reason we came here.”

She turned toward Broken, her eyes intense. “This floating island… we found it while looking for the floating island of Vensalor.”

SexyGrill let out a short laugh. “Well, she’s not wrong. It is the floating island of Vensalor Guild now. All that’s left is for you to declare the kingdom, and everything fits perfectly.”

Broken, standing quietly beside them, listened to their words in silence—every sentence hitting just a little harder.

SexyBloom’s gaze drifted to the nearby figure floating gracefully beside him.

Cecilia.

“Hi there…” SexyBloom said.

Cecilia turned and smiled softly. “Hi, Ms. Bloom. Hi, Ms. Grill.”

SexyBloom giggled. “Ah, you’re so cute. You already knew how to greet us just right.”

Broken remained seated on the smooth stone by the lake, elbows on his knees, still trying to process everything. Meanwhile, SexyGrill and SexyBloom had taken time to walk around the island, explore its corners, and soak in its surreal beauty.

Eventually, they made their way back, standing beside him as the wind gently stirred the grass around them.

He glanced up and spoke, his voice low.

“If we declare this the Kingdom of Vensalor… do you think that would trigger the demon invasion mentioned in your quest, Grill?”

SexyGrill gave a slow nod. “Well… the quest was pretty clear. The kingdom needs help defending against a demon assault.” She exhaled. “I honestly have no idea what we’re supposed to do here. But if this is the island… I wouldn’t be surprised if even Tirien believes the floating island of Vensalor Kingdom has returned. Even if technically, this might be a different one.”

SexyBloom added thoughtfully, “Or maybe it’s not different at all, Grill. Maybe… This is the original island. Maybe Broken only gained access to it after he crafted that necklace—the one from the Moon Goddess.” ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelꜰire.net

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” SexyGrill replied. “If my quest also came from the Moon Goddess… and this island is tied to a necklace blueprint that came from her… then yeah. There’s a connection here. And it’s bigger than we thought.”

SexyBloom’s gaze flicked toward Broken. “And what about the fact that you, of all names, chose ‘Vensalor’ for your guild?”

Broken blinked, looking up at her.

SexyGrill tilted her head, thinking for a moment. Then she said, “You told us once… you heard stories about the Vensalor Kingdom from your mother, right?” She shrugged. “Maybe it’s unrelated. Maybe you just picked the name because it felt nostalgic. Familiar. A coincidence.”

She laughed softly. “I mean… I’m trying to convince myself it’s all just a coincidence. Because if it’s not, and all this is connected…”

She looked around the glowing island, the floating lake, the glowing tree at the center…

“…then this is way, way bigger than just a quest.”

Broken exhaled slowly, the weight of SexyGrill’s words still lingering in his mind.

She had been the one to first suggest that his father’s soul might’ve been pulled into the game, living on as an NPC. A wild theory… but one that had haunted him ever since.

And now, as she stood there trying to brush aside the significance of this island—this exact island that matched every myth, every name, every symbol tied to Vensalor—he could see it in her eyes:

She was doing the same thing again. Half-believing, half-denying.

He let out a short, dry laugh.

It was ridiculous. But so was everything else that had happened.

Broken had considered inviting the rest of his companions to enter the island, to explore this place with him—but when his thoughts drifted to Tirien, he hesitated.

The merfolk warrior wasn’t just a traveling companion. He was assigned by Queen Nerisa—a trusted agent of a monarch whose goals still remained largely unknown to Broken. He didn’t fully trust her. Not yet.

And Tirien? If he’d seen them enter the barrier, he must know something now. Maybe he’d already sent word to Nerisa. Aquatic creatures like him might have long-range communication, just like how Queen Nerisa somehow sensed when her kingdom was under attack—despite being miles away.

Broken turned slowly to face Cecilia, who hovered patiently near the lake’s edge.

“Cecilia,” he asked, “can you eject anyone from this island if they do something I don’t allow? And can you prevent anyone from entering?”

She nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Master. I have the authority to remove anyone from the island, should you command it. As for the barrier—yes, I can keep it sealed unless someone is granted permission by you directly.”

“But…” she added softly, “I can’t say how strong the barrier truly is. If it’s attacked repeatedly… or if the intruder is overwhelmingly powerful… it may be broken.”

Broken nodded in silence.

He knew that well. Even he could bypass barriers using certain abilities like his Slot skill. Barriers—no matter how divine they seemed—could be shattered. He’d seen the barrier around Nerisa’s kingdom fall to a Named Demon. He’d watched the dragonkin’s sanctuary fall to the wrath of the High Elf Queen.

And just thinking of her. That name. The High Elf Queen.

It made his chest tighten again.

Because if the legends were true—if the fall of the Vensalor Kingdom was tied to anyone…

It was her. The one figure who might have destroyed it all once.

And now… it was his turn to decide if it would rise again.

“Hah…” Broken let out a heavy breath, trying to ease the mounting pressure inside him.

Everything was starting to pile up—layers of secrets, history, destiny, and now responsibility. But if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he couldn’t do this alone.

He began sorting his thoughts with practiced clarity.

He had already formed a delicate thread of trust with Queen Nerisa. Despite her cold demeanor, their bond had deepened through war, survival, and the Abyssal Naga egg that now tied them together. If Broken ever needed an ally to help defend this floating island, she was undoubtedly the strongest candidate.

Her kingdom lay beneath the sea—close enough to react if anything happened to the floating island. She had the force, the resources, and most importantly… a personal investment.

She needed him just as much as he might need her.

And while Broken struggled to place his trust in others—only those truly within his inner circle felt safe—Tirien was a different matter. Letting him stay outside the barrier, fully aware of what this island was, wasn’t any safer than letting him in.

So…

He made his decision.

“Cecilia,” Broken said, standing now, voice calm but resolute, “grant access to Ronan, Mizuki, and anyone else on the ship who is a direct companion of mine.”

Cecilia hovered silently for a beat, then nodded. “Yes, Master. They may now enter freely, so long as they remain under your protection.”

“And Tirien?” Broken added, glancing toward the direction of the ship.

“If you wish, I can also allow him in,” Cecilia said gently. “But I will monitor him carefully.”

Broken sighed. “Let’s not give him access just yet. But… if he tries anything, or anyone misbehaves in here, you’ll eject them?”

Cecilia smiled softly. “Of course. This island listens to you, and through you, to me. Nothing happens here without your will.”

That was enough.

Broken finally allowed himself to relax, just slightly. This floating island, for now, was secure, his domain, and one guarded by someone he trusted.

At the very least, it would be easier to discuss everything once everyone had gathered here on the island.