Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1997

Capítulo 1997: First Round [Part 2]

Villain Ch 1997. First Round [Part 2]

The dome was massive. Dome-shaped skybox overhead that projected stars and stormclouds, even though the floor was basic. Stone. Simple. Clean arena.

Good.

No terrain tricks. No platform bullshit. Just skill.

Across from them, Sanctuary’s team loaded in too.

Five avatars. Sharp. Clean gear. Top-grade tournament sets. Warlord in the middle, just as massive as Elio remembered. Twin axes strapped to his back. His presence was heavy even through pixels. Like someone who made tanking look violent.

Next to him was a lean sword dancer, dual blades. A sniper with a crescent-themed crossbow. A barrier mage. And a wild-eyed berserker with a flaming scythe.

No weak links.

“Alright,” Elio said, his voice broadcast to his team. “Same plan. We draw Warlord out. Gil goes for their backline. Jacob, pressure the caster. Sachi, peel for whoever gets focused.”

“Got it,” Sachi said. Just that. Nothing more.

“Let’s win this clean,” Gil added.

“Let’s not die,” Eren mumbled.

“Countdown begins in ten seconds,” the arena voice announced.

Ten. Nine. Eight…

Elio’s feet shifted into stance. Sword up. Shield forward. Every breath counted now. Every second. He could feel his pulse even in the game. The system synced with their biometric data. His body in the pod was tense. Limbs locking. But here? He felt powerful.

Three.

Two.

One.

BEGIN.

They all moved at once.

No hesitation.

Both teams lunged straight toward each other like wolves off leash.

Boots slammed the stone floor. Magic ignited. Wind blasted out from Warlord’s feet as he surged forward, his axes already glowing. Elio met him head-on. The impact was brutal.

-CLANG!

Metal against metal.

His shield barely held as the twin axes slammed down with such force the ground cracked in a thin spiderweb beneath their boots. Sparks burst out from the friction, and his arm jolted.

He pushed back, blade sliding under, countering high.

Warlord caught it with the blunt edge of one axe and snarled. His voice boomed with a taunt skill that sent Elio’s aggro climbing.

Behind them, chaos erupted.

Gil vanished into stealth.

Eren blocked the berserker’s flaming scythe with a parry that sent fire spraying in a circle. Jacob shouted a chant and slammed his staff into the stone, sending a ring of frost toward the sniper.

Sachi stayed back. Eyes glowing. Healing circle already down under Elio and Eren.

“Left flank!” Elio barked. “They’re rotating!”

The sword dancer dashed wide. Fast. Like a blur of silver and blue. Gil flashed out of stealth behind him, blades slashing. Blood sprayed. Not enough for a kill, but enough to turn the dance defensive.

“Got their sniper distracted,” Jacob called, hurling another bolt of lightning.

“Careful,” Sachi snapped. “They’re setting a trap.”

Elio caught it a second too late.

The barrier mage raised her hands, chanting quick. A sigil glowed beneath Elio’s feet.

“Move!” Sachi yelled.

He dove.

Too late.

-BOOM!

The ground under him exploded upward. Elio flew. Rolled. Crashed into the side wall. His shield tumbled out of his hand, skidding across the floor with sparks.

His HP dropped by 32%.

“MAC—” Gil called out, trying to pivot.

“No! Stay on backline!” Elio shouted, gasping. He forced himself up. “I’m still in this.”

Warlord was already charging again.

Axes up.

His eyes locked.

“You’re tough for a paladin,” Warlord growled. “Let’s see if you’re still standing in ten seconds.”

They clashed again.

No words.

Just sound.

Steel slamming steel.

He blocked. Parried. Dodged. Kicked low. Warlord stepped into it, took the hit, then slammed his shoulder into Elio’s ribs hard enough to send a crack across the system audio. Impact feedback hit like a truck. Elio’s screen blurred slightly. Not real pain. But real enough.

“Sniper down,” Jacob called. “Gil did it!”

“Barrier mage low!” Eren added.

Sachi pulsed another healing wave. Green light shimmered around Elio. He gritted his teeth. Swung again. Sword traced light.

Warlord blocked.

They traded again.

Then again.

Then again.

Down to 65%.

Down to 58%.

The time read 7:38.

Still a long way to go.

“Sachi,” Elio said through gritted teeth, “rotate to Gil. He’s gonna need cover.”

“On it.”

Warlord sneered. “She’s good.”

“Too good for you.”

They clashed again.

Elio used his momentum, ducked low, and slammed his shield upward into Warlord’s chin. The impact sent the man back a step. Just enough.

Elio pivoted. Slashed across his side.

Critical hit.

Warlord roared.

“Jacob! Now!”

“Got you!”

A massive blast of frost exploded from Jacob’s position. It swept Warlord into a frozen slow debuff. His limbs jerked sluggishly.

Elio didn’t hesitate.

He slammed his blade down.

But the barrier mage threw up a bubble just in time.

“Damn it!”

The spell blocked the finisher. Then the scythe-wielding berserker lunged at Elio from the right. He dodged. Almost. The blade grazed his hip. Sparks. Blood. Debuff stack. Burn damage ticked on the edge of his screen.

Elio growled.

“I need peel!” he barked.

“I’m coming!” Eren blocked the berserker’s follow-up swing and shouldered into him, launching the guy back a few steps.

“Two enemies down to 40%,” Sachi updated. “But they’re healing.”

“They’re focusing Gil now!” Jacob shouted.

“I’m with him,” Sachi replied. “He’s dipping in and out. It’s working.”

“I love this woman,” Gil whispered.

“Focus,” Elio snapped.

The team regrouped near the center. HP bars dancing dangerously close to half on both sides. The arena was scorched. Walls marked with spell burn. Pockmarks in the stone. The fake air smelled like fire and ozone.

5:21.

Half time.

No deaths.

Just blood.

Just willpower.

And Elio could feel it. That weight again. Allen. Watching. The crowd was loud but distant. Like a wall of static behind the sound of his heartbeat.

He couldn’t lose.

Not here.

Not before he forced the truth out of that devil in a human skin.

Not before he proved that MAC wasn’t just a nickname or a tag.

It was a legacy.

One he was going to carve in stone right here.

He raised his sword again.

“Push forward,” he ordered. “Target priority: barrier mage. Drop her. Then Warlord. We finish this.”

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