Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1958: Long Live The Villain
Chapter 1958: Long Live The Villain
Villain Ch 1958. Long Live The Villain
Allen tapped his fork on the edge of the plate, brows raising slightly. “Do something? Like what?”
Jordan didn’t answer right away. He just smirked.
That slow, Goldborne smirk that made board members panic and press secretaries sweat. The kind that could end someone’s career before dessert was served.
“What do you think, son?” he asked casually.
Allen narrowed his eyes. “Jail time?”
Jordan chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Tempting. I mean, if you pushed that narrative, claiming that sex tape was AI-generated by her to ruin Liam and Darren’s reputations, you’d have a solid defamation case. Enough to drag her to court. Maybe even make an example of her.”
Emma sipped her tea again, clearly enjoying the show.
Allen leaned back. “So why not do it?”
Jordan folded his hands together. “Because it’s too light. And too clean.”
Allen frowned slightly. “So your point is?”
Jordan’s eyes glinted, sharp and cruel. “Paint her as crazy.”
Emma let out a tiny gasp, her smile curling. “Wow, Dad,” she whispered with admiration.
“She’s already had a meltdown,” Jordan continued smoothly. “Cameras caught her screaming your name on the road like a bad soap opera. That unhinged look in her eyes? People remember that. It’s already working. She’s unstable. All we have to do is give it a little… credibility.”
Emma nodded thoughtfully. “At least when she said she was ’under stress and depressed,’ that part was true. We can work with that.”
Allen was quiet, his mind spinning.
So that’s the angle. Not jail. Not lawsuit.
Reputation assassination.
Long-term. Irreversible. Psychological.
He leaned forward, his voice even. “So… you want to send her into a psych ward?”
Jordan nodded slowly, no hesitation. “Voluntarily, of course. Or seemingly so. A breakdown here. A leaked medical note there. Add in a few friendly doctors who can confirm a history of instability. Confidential documents that somehow make their way online. You know how it goes.”
Allen whistled low under his breath. “That would ruin her.”
“Publicly?” Jordan shrugged. “She’ll collect sympathy from sentimental idiots. But legally and professionally, she’s finished. And the moment she tries to reach you again? Even her supporters will turn on her. And you?”
He pointed his spoon toward Allen like it was a royal decree.
“You’ll have every reason to keep your distance. Public security concerns. Mental health boundaries. No one can question why you won’t take her calls.”
Emma tilted her head. “And if she does try to come back…”
“We say she’s relapsing,” Jordan finished. “Back into her episode. For her safety and yours, we keep her out.”
Allen was silent for a moment.
It was brutal.
Precise.
And effective.
Just like a Goldborne play should be.
He looked at his father. Then at his sister. Both sipping their drinks like they hadn’t just plotted the social death of a woman.
Allen chuckled. “God. I love this family.”
He then looked between them, amused and impressed. “So what now? You’re gonna slowly fan the flames until the public starts begging to know who’s behind the Emperor?”
“Exactly,” Jordan said, like it was obvious. “We don’t force it. We let the world build their own obsession.”
Emma leaned in, eyes glinting. “Let the theories run wild. Let them romanticize you.”
Allen snorted. “Romanticize me? I’ve slaughtered guilds in every event. I killed players until I lost count.”
Jordan leaned back, calm and amused. “And yet, I’ve seen the reports. You’ve got a fanbase. Plenty of them want to be on your side.”
Emma smirked. “The devs already greenlit a dating sim for girls. Guess who the main male character is modeled after?”
Allen blinked. “No.”
She nodded. “Your avatar. Or close enough. They toned down the horns but kept the voice. You’re basically the final boss turned boyfriend material.”
Allen rubbed his temple. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Kai reappeared silently to refill the teapot, his face unreadable. Perfectly neutral, even if he’d probably seen Allen’s in-game kill count. He didn’t comment. He didn’t need to. Professionals didn’t flinch at devils.
Allen let the scent of roasted garlic and herbed lamb ground him again. He reached for his fork, cut a piece, and took a bite.
Tender. Rich. Butter and herbs. It melted on his tongue like a sin too expensive to regret.
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his nose.
Yeah.
He was home.
And maybe… maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
His mind drifted back—to the boy who had once run away from the headlines. From betrayal. From a girl who used him and friends who sold him out. He’d questioned everything back then. His worth. His future. Himself.
And then he played the Devil Emperor.
Only to discover he was a Goldborne.
And now?
Now they wanted to make the villain real.
He swallowed, then looked up. “What’s the timeline?”
Jordan steepled his fingers. “One month. We let the forums do their thing. Streamers will speculate. Fanbase will clash with haters. And then…”
He smiled.
“…we leak a ’mistake.’ Something small. Something traceable.”
Allen’s eyes gleamed. “Breadcrumbs.”
“Exactly. And we know the perfect person to drop it.”
“Elio,” Allen said.
Jordan gave a slow nod. “Bingo.”
Emma tilted her head playfully. “Then we stage a reveal. You walk into a live event. Full Emperor mode. Designer suit. Hair slicked back. Red lighting. Everyone gasps.”
Allen laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Obviously,” she said, grinning. “If we’re going villain arc, we’re going full villain arc.”
Allen chuckled, tapping his fork against the plate. “I like it.”
Jordan gave a rare look of pride. “There’s power in controlling the narrative, son. Especially when they think they’ve figured you out.”
Allen stabbed into the salmon next. It was soft, kissed with citrus and heat. Balanced. Precise. Like the house. Like his family. Like the empire they were building.
He chewed slower this time.
The Devil Emperor wasn’t just an alias anymore.
He was a brand.
And Allen Goldborne?
He was finally ready to own it.
He leaned back, drink in hand. “So when do we start prepping the reveal? The tournament.”
Jordan lifted his glass slightly. “We already have.”
Allen raised an eyebrow.
Jordan gestured vaguely to the table, the dinner, the servants moving just out of earshot. “It already began.”
Emma clinked her teacup against his glass. “Welcome back, Emperor.”
Allen clinked back, dry smile on his lips. “Long live the villain.”
