Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1901

Capítulo 1901: Move Along, Peasants!

Villain Ch 1901. Move Along, Peasants!

They stepped through the portal like a group of freshly exorcised corpses pretending to be adventurers again.

The blue light faded behind them with a soft chime, but the weight? The curse? That still clung to the back of their minds like smoke in their clothes.

They were back.

Back to the Cursed Crypts.

They needed potions.

And to breathe.

And maybe—just maybe—make sure they weren’t still stuck in that cursed loop. That it was Elise and Greg, not them, who got tethered to that horror show of repeating despair and ghost bridal trauma.

So yeah. Retail therapy. Dungeon-style.

“Health pots. Mana pots. Sanity pots. All the damn pots,” Bella muttered, tugging her cloak tighter over her shoulders. Her disguise spell still held—warrior, basic armor, even a chipped longsword on her back to sell the look. “Because if I dream about bloody veils one more time, I’m setting this whole map on fire.”

“Can I get a potion that blocks wedding trauma?” Zoe grumbled, cracking her knuckles. “Or maybe something that makes my tentacles forget?”

“You don’t even have wedding trauma,” Vivian muttered, glancing back over her shoulder. Her disguise had her in sleek rogue leather now, hood pulled low, twin daggers slung across her hips. “You just flirt with death and complain when it flirts back.”

“She tried to crush me with a scream.”

“Hot.”

“Vivian,” Jane warned flatly, not looking up from her spellbook. She was cloaked in simple robes now, eyes glowing only faintly beneath her hood, not the usual necromancer-grade menace. “Not everything is a kink.”

“Says the woman who stitched undead armor out of cursed bridal linens,” Zoe said, jerking her thumb at Jane’s shoulder pauldron. “I can’t believe I heard that from of all people.”

Jane sniffed. “It’s enchanted.”

“Uh-huh.”

Allen walked slightly ahead of them, disguised as usual—his Nightshade Master form. Dark cloak, long coat, simple gloves, hair dyed black.

They moved through the portal hub’s teleportation ring and emerged into Ront City.

And yeah.

Good thing… Ront was still Ront.

The market square was packed.

Barrels of trade goods rolled through stone streets. Players bartered aggressively over potion prices, screamed about drop rates, bragged about dungeon solo runs, and begged higher-tier parties to let them tag along for EXP leeching.

A bard near the center was playing a terribly out-of-tune lute. Someone in a jester costume was trying to juggle flaming swords for tips. A row of stall vendors were aggressively yelling about discount healing salves while a player in wolf armor was standing on a crate trying to sell fake maps to a dungeon that didn’t exist.

“Ahh, peace,” Zoe sighed. “And chaos. My favorites.”

“It’s too loud,” Jane muttered.

“Too alive,” Shea added softly, hood pulled up.

Allen walked through the cobblestone street with hands in his coat pockets, head slightly down, pretending to be average.

And failing miserably.

Because even in disguise, he still walked with that Aura.

And then came the pointing.

“Wait—wait, is that—?”

“Isn’t that the owner’s son? The real one?”

“Allen Goldborne?”

“No way—why would he walk around like this?”

“Yo! Bro! Gimme an epic-tier weapon!”

“Hey! I found a bug, can I get free Primoogems or something?”

“THIS ISN’T GENSIN, YOU IDIOT!”

Allen exhaled through his nose. “Here we go.”

“Shield wall,” Bella said instantly.

Larissa, in her knight disguise—silver armor, crimson cape, the whole dramatic look—immediately stepped to Allen’s right.

Vivian slunk to his left, knives out, posing like she was bodyguarding royalty.

Zoe moved behind him, tentacles tucked, arms folded across her chest. “Move along, peasants,” she muttered. “Al is busy being emotionally damaged.”

Alice scanned the crowd, her disguise set to ‘student mage with trauma’. She looked adorable. And terrifying. Like an intern who could end you.

Players stared.

And yeah, some backed up.

Because no matter how normal Allen tried to look, the seven women around him were anything but.

Beautiful? Yes.

Deadly? Absolutely.

Low-profile? Hah.

“New world boss?” someone whispered.

“No, that’s a harem.”

“Oh.”

“…Do you think he’s taking applications?”

Allen rubbed the bridge of his nose. “This is why I don’t go outside.”

“I told you to wear a mask,” Vivian said.

“I am wearing a disguise.”

“Your face is the problem,” Zoe chimed in. “You look like someone who nerfed assassins last patch.”

They pushed through the market crowd, players parting like a sea of whispers. Occasionally, someone still shouted at Allen.

“Hey Al! Is it true you dated the NPC quest girl?”

“Can you delete my ex’s account?”

“Please buff healers! We’re dying out here!”

Allen ignored them all.

Focused on walking.

Breathing.

Trying to pretend it was normal.

Even though deep down, that last quest hadn’t left him.

He still remembered the way Elise looked when she turned.

Still remembered the scream that wasn’t hers anymore.

And the smile Greg gave him.

The loop hadn’t reset because of code. It reset because that was the code.

A recursive, hell-forged punishment written into the system by pain.

And they were lucky they got out.

He glanced at his hand. The burned edge of that sigil—almost gone. But not quite.

“Allen,” Shea’s voice reached him quietly.

He looked over.

She was walking just behind him, her face soft. “You okay?”

Allen nodded once. “I just needed to see if the world still existed.”

“It does,” she said. “Barely.”

He smirked at that.

Then stopped in front of a potion stall. Bought everything in stock. Didn’t haggle. Didn’t speak. Just dropped the coins, grabbed the bag, and turned.

Jane raised an eyebrow. “You expecting another wedding?”

“Hopefully not,” Allen said. “But if I do, I want to be over-prepared this time.”

Vivian grinned. “With us? You’ll always be over-prepared.”

Larissa stepped closer, lips brushing his ear. “Or over-stimulated.”

Allen didn’t flinch, but yeah, he walked faster.

“Please don’t flirt with me when I’m processing ghost trauma.”

“No promises,” Larissa said.

And so they walked.

Through the market. Through the chaos. Through the warmth of a world that hadn’t ended.

Yet.

For now, it was just another day in the city.

Alive. Loud. Stupid.

Normal.

Until… A female voice came from behind him, followed by a tap on his shoulder. “Allen…”

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