Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1759: What’s The Real Deal?
Chapter 1759: What’s The Real Deal?
Villain Ch 1759. What’s The Real Deal?
Red_King blinked. “Huh? What business?”
“My guildmates,” Allen replied.
Rei leaned on. “Do you need backup?”
Allen shook his head. “No. This is just… clean-up.”
Red_King narrowed his eyes slightly. “Guild trouble?”
Allen didn’t answer that.
Because he didn’t need to.
The silence was answer enough.
“Figures,” Elio muttered. “You solo with us for a bit and the universe immediately drags you back.”
“Story of my life,” Allen said, brushing his coat off. “Five minutes of peace, followed by five hours of carnage.”
Alex chuckled. “Guess that’s why your PvP rhythm feels like a timer ticking down.”
Allen looked at him. “It is.”
They all went quiet again.
Not uncomfortable.
Just… quiet.
Like they all knew something was shifting in the background—something just out of sight.
Elio spoke up. “Well. You know where to find us if you need a proper team again.”
Red_King added, “Or a drinking night that doesn’t end in trauma.”
Alex glanced over. “Or someone to stab beside.”
Allen nodded once, grateful. “I appreciate it.”
Elio stepped forward, extending a hand. “Next time, I’ll bring better tricks.”
Allen shook his hand. “Next time, I won’t hold back.”
Elio laughed. “You were holding back?!”
“Just a little. I didn’t behead you.”
Red_King groaned. “You’re all insane.”
Allen turned his gaze back toward the winding alleys of Gorroc. A gust of hot wind brushed past, kicking red dust up around his boots.
His expression shifted, like a curtain drawing down over a window. Detached. Controlled.
“I’ll see you guys around.”
He didn’t run.
Elio stood there, still catching his breath. The sweat hadn’t even dried on his back yet.
“So,” Red_King broke the silence, brushing a layer of dust off his shoulder. “What’s in your mind, Elio?”
Elio blinked. “What?”
Red_King didn’t let up. “Don’t play dumb. I mean it. You challenged him again. That wasn’t a friendly match. That was—what, your second time trying?”
Elio looked away, jaw tight.
Red_King pushed. “So… he kicked your ass before?”
Yuna whistled under her breath. “Damn, you went in knowing that?”
Alex raised a brow. “Elio… are you secretly a masochist?”
Elio exhaled sharply and wiped the corner of his mouth. “No. I’m not a masochist.”
Red_King’s eyes narrowed. “Then what’s the real deal?”
The air thickened with silence. Like even the wind paused to listen.
Alex broke it first. “Look. I’ve been in one of Allen’s hunting parties. Just once. Only once.”
He flexed his fingers like the memory still stung. “They weren’t just coordinated. They were monsters. He didn’t lead like a tactician. He moved like a predator. Like he was smelling the weaknesses in the wind.”
Red_King nodded slowly. “Yeah. It’s more than just being a pro. That guy… that’s something else.”
Elio finally turned toward them. His voice came out low and a little raw. “Brutality.”
The word dropped like a stone into water.
“That’s what it was,” Elio said. “He didn’t hesitate. Not once.”
He looked at his hands, still dusted with the heat of their duel. “I’ve fought top guild players. Tournament winners. Guys with a kill-count high enough to qualify for therapy. But they all hesitate. Even the best of us… we think about our rep. Our guild tags. The ranking board. Whether the stream is rolling or not.”
He laughed bitterly. “There’s always that voice in the back of our heads. That says, ’Don’t. That looks bad. That’s too cruel. That’ll get clipped and spread with a bad title.’”
Yuna muttered, “Yeah. Image management. Streamer-friendly kills.”
“Exactly.” Elio looked up, meeting Red_King’s gaze. “But Allen? He doesn’t have that voice. If he sees a weak point, he takes it. If he can kill you faster with a neck stab, he’ll do it. If you flinch, you die.”
He paused.
“And he doesn’t care who’s watching.”
Alex crossed his arms. “That… reminds me of the old PvP meta. Before the balance patches and code of conduct rules.”
“It’s not just old-school.” Elio’s voice darkened. “It’s primal. He moves like he’s been here before. Like he’s done this in another life. And we’re all just reenacting his kill tapes.”
Red_King exhaled. “I remember watching him in that game called “Broken Warzone Dungeon”. Forty-five versus three. Still with his ex-teammates. I thought he’d run. But he didn’t.”
“He beheaded a healer,” Yuna added. “That was the first thing he did. No intro. No duel. Just—snap. Gone.”
Alex’s mouth tightened. “And then he used the corpse to bait the paladin into an AoE trap. I still have the footage.”
“Yeah, I knew that. It was the reason why Darren and Liam left him. He is too cruel and bold. It took people attention. Including from them,” Elio nodded. “He doesn’t fight like a player.”
Red_King tilted his head. “Then what does he fight like?”
“A punishment,” Elio said simply. “He fights like a punishment.”
They all went quiet again. Not out of reverence—just the cold awareness of what they were dealing with. The kind of chill that sank past the skin.
Yuna broke it first with a soft scoff. “So what now? You going to fight him again?”
“I want to,” Elio said, surprising even himself. “But not to win.”
Red_King raised an eyebrow. “Then what for?”
Elio tilted his head toward the hazy horizon where Allen had disappeared. “Because I need to understand it. That darkness. That precision. I need to know where it comes from. Why it doesn’t scare him.”
Alex scratched his chin. “You want to know how far you can go.”
“Yeah,” Elio said. “Because he’s already there.”
The group stood under the simmering dusk, the rays of sun bleeding through the desert skyline.
There was no music.
No fanfare.
Just that feeling—
That the world had shifted slightly on its axis.
Because they met a man who didn’t just play the game.
He rewrote it.
And dared them to keep up.
Red_King finally clapped Elio on the back. “Well… better you than me.”
Yuna groaned. “I need a drink and snacks. You promised them to us.”
Alex chuckled and stretched. “Drinks first. Existential dread later.”
And Elio?
He kept looking toward the alley Allen vanished into. Still feeling the phantom sting of that dagger. Still remembering how the man didn’t even breathe hard when the duel ended.
’He never looked angry. Never proud. Just… certain.’
And that certainty?
That was the most terrifying part.
