Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1755: Are We Done Yet?

Chapter 1755: Are We Done Yet?

Villain Ch 1755. Are We Done Yet?

That was what Elio felt watching Allen fight. That grin, that calm, detached way he tore through players like they were paper-thin tutorial mobs… it stuck with him. He’d fought Allen before. Hell, he’d respected him. But there was a line between respecting someone’s PvP skills and wondering if maybe they were born holding a blade, mid-kill.

Still, the Devil Emperor hadn’t shown.

Another five minutes passed. And then another. And nothing.

No throne. No system tremor. No giant shadowy presence looming with ominous choir chants and doom-flavored lightning. Just mist. More fake footprints. Half-burnt sigils. Mismatched aura traces.

All garbage.

Allen had called it from the start.

And Elio hated how right he was.

Red_King let out a long, suffering sigh and gave Elio the kind of bored look kids give their parents on long car rides with no snacks. Arms crossed. One brow raised. Pure “Are we there yet?” energy.

“Are we done yet?” Red_King asked, deadpan.

Rei squinted at one of the faded glowing marks on a broken pillar and tapped it. Nothing happened. “Looks like all these clues? Left by players. Totally fake.”

Yuna let out a huff and patted Elio’s shoulder once. “Sorry, pal. But we gotta go.”

Elio stared at the horizon one more time. Still misty. Still cursed. Still silent. He let out a sharp breath through his nose. “Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s go to Crystal Alley.”

“Yeah!” Red_King pumped a fist like he’d just been freed from prison. “To Gorroc City, everyone!”

One by one, they reached into their inventory and pulled out their Home Crystals—smooth, palm-sized chunks of glassy energy that shimmered like liquid starlight.

They activated them with practiced ease.

Blue light curled around Yuna, Rei, Elio, Red_King, and Alex—sparkling threads that pulled them upward like reversed rain.

And just like that… they vanished.

Well.

All except one.

Allen lingered.

He crouched lazily near a stone, one hand hovering above his inventory screen, the other absently twirling his dagger. But he wasn’t looking at gear.

He was scrolling through his friend list.

Several names were already glowing online.

Abyssia. Selena. Lullaby. Nefaris. Eira.

A few of them had already messaged him earlier asking where he was. Allen opened a private group chat and typed fast.

Azazel: I’ll hang out with Red_King, Alex, and Elio in Gorroc City for a bit. I’ll join you guys in 20 minutes.

Short. Sharp. Just enough.

He sent the message, closed the chat, and sighed.

Then casually opened his Portal skill instead of the crystal. A swirl of silver-blue smoke that crackled with dark static—but he adjusted the transparency so it wouldn’t draw attention.

With a lazy step forward, he disappeared.

—–

Gorroc City.

Hot. Dry. Loud.

The kind of place where sand got stuck in your boots and stayed there until your next reincarnation. Huge sandstone towers spiraled above the city. Colorful cloth banners waved from every window, and the streets buzzed with vendors, duelists, mount racers, and every flavor of sweaty chaos imaginable.

The party stood near the city’s west gate, right under the carved archway shaped like a serpent’s mouth.

Elio stood with his arms crossed, squinting into the light. Yuna and Rei had already covered their faces with half-masks. Alex looked a little overwhelmed, heat shimmering off his robe, but he stayed cool enough.

Red_King, meanwhile, had thrown his cloak over his shoulder and was already posing.

Allen appeared a few feet behind them.

Alex turned and blinked. “I thought they attacked you again.”

Allen shook his head, adjusting his gloves. “Nah. Just informing my guild.”

Elio glanced back at him. “Raiding soon?”

Allen nodded. “Yeah. Maybe. They’re running some unstable dungeons this week. Need to check the bugs too.”

Red_King clapped his hands once. “Okay! Cut the chit-chat. We’re standing right in front of the gates. We are all stupidly recognizable. We have, like, thirty seconds before someone takes a screenshot and the whole forum lights up.”

Yuna groaned. “I hate how true that is.”

Rei muttered, “I already see someone filming us from behind that camel.”

Elio swore under his breath. “C’mon. Don’t let them catch you.”

Alex opened his skill tree and tapped a shared party buff—Agility. A blue ripple of air rolled across the group, and suddenly everyone’s feet felt lighter. Quicker.

“Go!” he shouted.

And just like that, the squad scattered into the crowd like sand kicked off a dune.

Allen stayed last for a second, watching them disappear one by one into Gorroc’s spiraling alleys and sun-scorched rooftops.

He moved slow.

Casual.

The crowd parted for him without realizing they had.

He didn’t smile.

But his eyes glinted.

Behind him, a couple of low-level players whispered, “Wait… is that… was that Allen Goldborne?”

“No way.”

“Was that Alex too?”

“Why are they together? Wait—Mac’s here too!”

“Is this a collab?!”

Allen vanished into the alley just as a dozen players broke into a jog, chasing shadows.

They met again in Crystal Alley five minutes later—one of the high-end rest zones inside the second district, far enough from the market madness. The bar had tinted glass walls and imported desert flora glowing with slow, ambient mana. Comfortable. Luxe.

The music was low. The drinks were high-grade. The servers were all NPCs wearing velvet robes.

Allen arrived last.

Red_King had already ordered the first round and was halfway through his massive green-gold cocktail named “Oasis Punch—Extreme Edition.”

Yuna was chewing through a spicy dish that might’ve been roasted scorpion. Rei was sipping something dark and red with visible sparkles floating in it.

Alex had water.

Elio… was leaning against the booth wall. Thinking.

About Allen.

Again.

Not like before.

Not just the fighting now.

But the whole picture.

The power. The control. The way Allen never really talked about himself. The way his presence warped conversations—everyone danced around him, even when they didn’t realize it.

He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t ask for attention.

But people looked anyway.

Elio realized that watching Allen was like watching a calm sea where you knew something massive lived underneath. You could stand on the edge, throw stones, even joke a little.

But if you dove in?

You wouldn’t come back the same.