Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1950 - Capítulo 1950: I’ve Played The Villain Too Long
Capítulo 1950: I’ve Played The Villain Too Long
Villain Ch 1950. I’ve Played The Villain Too Long
Red squinted. “Pardon?”
Mastercraft slowly turned his head, blinked twice, then grabbed Alex by the collar and yanked him forward like a meat shield. “See? Possessed. I told you.”
“Hey!” Alex squeaked, flailing as he was shoved between them and Allen. “Why am I the holy wall?!”
Red raised his sword half-jokingly, half-not. “Begone, demon.”
Allen stared at all of them, deadpan. “I meant the kill.”
He gestured vaguely around at the blood-slick floor and the now-empty chairs. The overturned table. The floating candelabras still flickering with that soft golden flame. The plate still resting perfectly at the head of the table where Mariella had once stood.
“At least they didn’t go anywhere. No chasing. No teleporting bosses. Just… clean. Now we can go back.”
He dusted off his gloves, like he hadn’t just dismantled a dinner party full of the damned.
“I think I’ll arrive shortly.”
Red lowered his blade, blinking. “Wait. Arrive?”
Allen adjusted his coat collar like a guy getting off a flight. “Yeah. I’m in the middle of a flight right now. Just got back from a vacation.”
Red’s eye twitched. “Ugh. Rich kid.”
“I’m also rich,” Mastercraft huffed, crossing his arms like he’d just been personally attacked. “But I don’t say things like I’ll arrive shortly like I’m about to land in my private sky fortress.”
Alex raised a hand, still recovering. “Can we just go back and… I don’t know… grab a drink? Maybe toss the loot to the market?”
He looked down at the Mother’s Ribbon in his inventory and grimaced. It glowed faintly. The description read.
“Once tied around the neck of something she loved. Now it chokes.”
“Because, I mean, yeah all this looks… cursed. But you know cursed loot sells for crazy prices on the marketplace. Some collector’s gonna buy this just to decorate their haunted library or whatever.”
Allen shook his head. “Nah. I’ll pass. You guys go ahead.”
Red nodded, walking over and patting Allen on the shoulder. “Thanks for today, man. That was… honestly? Awful. But memorable.”
Mastercraft grinned. “Yeah. We should grab a drink sometime. Real world. Not in Hell’s Gate.”
Allen smiled lightly. “Let’s see if I have time. Might be a bit busy after this.”
Mastercraft wiggled his eyebrows. “Secret project? Family business?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh—hey.” Mastercraft paused, then gave him a look. “Are you joining the tournament too?”
Red perked up. “Yeah. You should. I mean… yeah, your dad owns the game or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you can’t jump in.”
Allen didn’t blink. “Rules are rules.”
“Still,” Red said, frowning. “Would’ve been nice. You’d crush it.”
Alex sighed, rubbing his arms like he still felt ghost kids clinging to him. “Such a waste. Would’ve loved to see you in the brackets. You probably could take out the top teams alone.”
Allen’s eyes flicked to the side for a second. “We’ll see.”
The three exchanged looks, then gave him one last nod. One by one, they pulled out their shimmering blue Home Crystals.
Red activated his first. A soft hum filled the room and his body lit up with glowing sigils. “Catch you later, man. Don’t get eaten by ghost chefs.”
Mastercraft followed, twirling his hammer over his shoulder. “Next raid’s on me. Or maybe we try something normal. Like hunting corrupted squirrels.”
Alex raised his crystal with shaking hands. “I’m gonna get therapy. And tea. And then more therapy.”
In a burst of blue light, all three vanished.
The banquet hall was quiet again.
Allen stood alone.
His smile faded.
His posture shifted.
And so did everything else.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips. He slowly turned around.
Gone was the dark coat and the casual gear.
In his place stood the Devil Emperor.
His cloak unfurled like smoke unrolling from a burning crown. Black and red layers wove over his shoulders, armor folding back into place across his body like it had just remembered what he was. His boots clicked softly against the cursed tile. Horns flicked up from behind his hair—small, sharp, elegant.
The candelabras dimmed.
He walked back to the center of the room, the silver plate still sitting atop the long table. The cursed heart had turned to ash.
He stared at it.
Then slowly looked over the ruined chairs. The shattered mirror. The places where guests had once laughed.
He tilted his head and exhaled again.
“…I guess I prefer my real team.”
His voice wasn’t cold. But it wasn’t human either.
He didn’t smile. Didn’t frown. He just stood there, still in the flickering shadows of the ruined banquet hall, staring at the place where three good players had just vanished in soft light and worn-out jokes.
This was supposed to be fun.
That’s what he’d told himself. A solo hunt. A cursed manor raid. Play with normal players for once.
He thought it’d be good for him. A break from the chaos. A simple horror-themed questline. Some blood, some puzzles, a few screams, and maybe a laugh or two at Alex panicking when the chandelier started bleeding. Something old school. Classic horror vibes. Like a side quest with no weight.
But watching them flinch at every scream, crack under the tension, joke their way through their fear just to survive the mood?
It hit him.
They were actually afraid.
He wasn’t. He and his team had stopped being afraid a long time ago. Not because they were brave. But because they were used to it.
Slaughter. Blood. Bodies. PvP guild wipes. Ambushes at respawn points. Screaming voice as they decapitated streamers mid-promo.
He’d done things in Hell’s Gate most players couldn’t imagine doing. And his team? They were worse than him.
So ghosts? Possessed ovens? Singing meat? Creepy kids?
They didn’t land the same.
He was tone deaf.
He’d laughed at the tension, not because he didn’t get it—but because he couldn’t feel it the same way anymore. He had crossed some kind of line.
“Or maybe I’ve played the villain too long.”
He paused.
No.
That wasn’t it.
“…No. We play the villains too long.”
A portal opened behind him.
The crypt.
Allen didn’t hesitate. He walked through the portal without a glance behind him.
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