Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1780: Brain.exe Not Found
Chapter 1780: Brain.exe Not Found
Villain Ch 1780. Brain.exe Not Found
Jordan had no attachment to them. Nothing to tie him down. No string of guilt or leftover emotion. He could delete people like files—click, drag, recycle bin.
And the scary thing?
If Allen had always known he was a Goldborne…
He might’ve turned out the same.
‘Damn… I guess if I knew I was a Goldborne since I was born I would’ve turned literal evil by now…’ he thought.
“Allen,” Jane said gently, nudging him with her elbow. “You look like you’re thinking something. That’s dangerous.”
He blinked, then exhaled, shaking the chill from his shoulders. “Yeah. Thinking about our rewards.”
A pause.
“Better be good,” he added flatly, “since we didn’t get a single damn loot drop in this place.”
Kafra smirked—just a little too wide.
“Oh, I got you,” she said. “But first…”
She snapped her fingers.
-Poof!
Suddenly Allen was wearing a Santa Claus outfit.
A full one.
Red velvet coat, black leather belt, boots, and the absurd fur-trimmed hat—no beard though. Thank hell for that.
“What the f—” Allen started, but Kafra snapped again.
The girls were now in matching festive gear—Santa hats, red coats trimmed in white fur, striped thigh-highs, and glowy reindeer necklaces. Zoe’s even blinked.
Vivian immediately adjusted hers into something sinful. Of course.
And then…
Kafra herself teleported to the raised crystal dais like a pop star entering a stadium. Her outfit had changed too—shimmering white gown with jagged frost-crystal accents and a deep neckline, her crown looking like something stolen from a snow queen’s private hoard.
She raised one hand, summoned a mic out of nowhere—
And belted.
“The cold never bothered me anyway~!”
The music blared from nowhere. Literally nowhere. The walls had speakers now.
“IS SHE SINGING FROOZEN?” Shea shouted over the bass drop.
“Yes,” Jane said in horror. “Yes, she is.”
Zoe rubbed her forehead. “Can we go back to fighting clones now?”
Kafra twirled dramatically, cape flaring behind her like a snowstorm of glitter, then moonwalked across the stage, throwing tiny candy canes at them.
Allen just stood there.
Dead center.
In a Santa suit.
Eyes blank.
Emotionless.
“I’m going to kill her,” he said calmly, to no one in particular.
Bella leaned against him, her Santa coat fluttering. “You say that, but you look good in red.”
“I look like a mall ad.”
Vivian popped a candy cane into her mouth and purred, “You look like someone who’s about to ruin a housewife’s Christmas fantasy. Don’t fight it.”
Alice tossed fake snow at them. “It’s festive, Allen. Embrace it.”
He did not embrace it.
He stood there like a war veteran being forced into a birthday clown suit.
Allen’s expression was the kind of blank that only came from spiritual trauma. A man who had seen too much. Fought too many wars. Survived demon generals, celestial incursions, a toxic ex, and a sea of kraken tentacles—only to now stand, dripping in glitter, wrapped in fur-trimmed red velvet, and wearing a Santa hat two sizes too festive.
Zoe’s blinking necklace jingled again. On purpose.
Shea whistled low. “You okay there, Grandpa Claus?”
Vivian had somehow adjusted her Santa skirt to a crop-top, letting her horns curve forward like seductive antlers. “Mmm, I don’t know. I think it’s working. The grumpy expression? The tight pants? He looks like a dominator who delivers presents and punishment.”
Jane, already holding a decorative candy cane like a weapon, murmured, “He can ruin my chimney any day.”
Allen twitched.
Dead.
Inside.
He glanced at the stage where Kafra still stood, preening in her ice queen outfit, basking in her own glittery aftermath like a smug goddess of chaos. She was humming now—probably off-key—and pretending not to notice the rising thirst levels in the room.
Allen’s eye twitched again.
And then—
He smirked.
“Oh, you know what?” he said slowly, rolling his shoulders back, that old smug heat returning to his voice. “Rather than ruin a housewife’s Christmas fantasy…”
He reached up.
Grabbed the edges of the red coat.
“…I’ll make it come true.”
-Rip!
The coat slid open.
Scars. Sinew. All framed by the lazy drape of the fur-lined coat falling off his arms. The frost-lit muscles beneath gleamed with just enough residual sweat and magic to look sinful, like someone had sculpted winter’s wrath into a thirst trap.
Time slowed.
Candy canes dropped.
So did jaws.
Vivian literally dropped her candy. “What the—”
Jane squeaked. “Oh yes, Daddy Claus.”
Bella’s hands were clasped like she was about to pray.
Even Larissa, who usually looked like she wanted to murder everyone in the room, blinked once. Just once.
Allen reached for the belt buckle. Undid it in one smooth pull, the leather sliding through the loops with a low hiss. He caught the mic out of the air and turned toward Kafra.
She had no idea what to do.
“You want a duet?” Allen asked, voice smooth, teasing, daring.
Kafra froze.
Stared.
Her mouth opened. Closed. Reopened like a goldfish learning what lust was for the first time.
“I… you… you—” she stammered, the processor behind her eyes clearly melting. “You’re not supposed to… to…”
Allen stepped toward her. Slowly. Predator-level slow. The belt still dangling from one hand like a threat or a promise. “C’mon, Kafra.”
Her soul left her body.
Brain.exe not found.
And then—
“A-A-AHHHHHHHHHH—”
Kafra let out a scream that was half outrage, half internal system panic.
She threw her arms out, glowing with teleport runes, and yeeted the entire room out of existence.
Allen didn’t even have time to put the belt back on.
-FLASH!
The girls, still in festive outfits, screamed in surprise as they were launched through a blizzard of digital code and magic pulses.
“MY CANDY!” Vivian howled.
“I WAS GOING TO LICK HIM!” Jane shrieked.
The world snapped violently—and reloaded.
They landed with a crash. Ice vanished. Glitter dissolved. Stage gone.
Crypt stone beneath them now. Torches on the walls. The familiar, gothic, demon-fortress Crypts they called home materialized, the scent of brimstone and candle wax returning like a punch in the sinuses.
Allen stumbled once, hat flying off, belt still in his hand, coat half-open, abs still out.
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