Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1998

Capítulo 1998: I’ll See You Soon

Villain Ch 1998. I’ll See You Soon

In the VIP row…

“Sorry, I’m late,” Mila’s voice came from behind.

Allen didn’t turn right away.

His eyes were locked on the match still unfolding, showing Elio, no, Mac, throwing his shield up, tanking a scythe strike to the ribs. Not dodging. Absorbing. Taking it like a man with something to prove.

Then Allen glanced over.

Mila slid into her seat, smoothing the hem of her cream blazer as she dropped her designer bag beside her. Her perfume drifted up immediately, jasmine and whatever upscale thing she picked to match her skin tone today.

Vivian glanced over and flashed her a lazy smile. “Hey, welcome to the group, Mila~”

Mila smiled, but there was a little tension around her lips. She wasn’t really relaxed. She leaned closer toward Allen, brushing her hair back like it was just habit, not soft showmanship. Her voice lowered.

“My brother tried to follow me in,” she said. “Tried to convince me to let him sit with us. Even said he’d stand beside me the whole match if he had to.”

Allen’s fingers drummed once on the armrest before he turned fully.

“And where is he now?”

“With James,” Mila said. “Diamond-tier row. Should be near the edge of section eleven.”

Alice raised her brow and looked over her shoulder. “He’s already in Diamond and still wanted to sit here? I mean yeah, this place is insane, but that’s still, not exactly shabby.”

Mila shrugged like it wasn’t her problem. “Typical of him. Maybe he wants to talk to Allen.”

Allen didn’t blink. “That won’t work. I don’t have time for it today.”

Mila’s eyes shifted to him for a second. Not offended. Just… watching. Then she gave a tiny nod, her voice even softer. “Yeah. I can see that.”

He turned back to the match.

Below the stadium dome, Mac lunged again, shield first, slamming into Warlord like a freight train. A particle explosion lit the screen. Sanctuary’s tank fell. One left.

Clean match.

No deaths on Elio’s side.

Zoe popped a grape in her mouth and leaned forward on her elbow. Her legs were tucked under her, heels kicked off, toes painted black. “He’s grown,” she said casually, almost bored, but Allen caught the meaning in her tone.

Bella snorted, flicking her silver ring against the rim of her glass. “Well, yeah. Better than last time.”

Jane swirled her wine, eyes flicking lazily across the replay screen. “He’s not fumbling anymore. Clean coordination. No panic. That was a pro sweep.”

“Smart too,” Alice added, nodding slightly. “No wasted movement. They didn’t even burn their ultimates early. The healer—Sachi?—she buffered just enough to keep them in the safe zone but never full HP. That’s restraint. That’s control. Better than Sophia.”

Vivian leaned in. “You can see it in his eyes. He’s not just playing. He’s hunting.”

“He’s not like before,” Zoe murmured again, more thoughtful this time. “He used to look like he wanted approval. Now? He looks like he wants answers.”

Allen didn’t comment. He didn’t need to. His silence said more than enough. His gaze was still locked on the dome.

Mila looked around the suite, finally exhaling softly. “So where’s your dad, anyway? And Emma? Don’t tell me they skipped out.”

Shea didn’t even blink. She just pointed across the arena, through the angled glass wall dividing the VIP sector from the investor tier suites. “Oh. Mila, you asked, your answer’s over there.”

Behind a polarized pane of soundproof glass, Jordan Goldborne stood with one hand in his suit pocket, the other holding a glass of something aged and expensive, ice cubes clinking against the crystal. His hair was perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place. A few older men in equally sharp suits circled nearby, chatting with practiced smiles, investors no doubt. Industry names.

Emma, meanwhile, was perched like a viper in velvet, slim blazer, high ponytail, sharp eyes over her phone. She wasn’t talking, but she didn’t need to. Just being there was enough. She had that same Goldborne air, still, sharp, unshakable. A wolf in executive clothing.

The room was well-lit. Champagne buckets. Light music. Plates of catered hors d’oeuvres. And behind the glass? Not a single ounce of tension. The whole space gave off the vibe of a mid-tier gala, not the first round of a major gaming tournament.

Watching like they were here for a marketing proposal, not a tournament.

Mila raised both brows. “They’re just… chilling?”

Zoe laughed softly. “Jordan looks like he’s about to sell the arena, not watch a match.”

Jane added, “Emma looks like she’s already ten steps ahead on whatever PR spin comes out of this. She’s probably writing the post right now.”

“She is,” Shea confirmed.

Mila tilted her head. “They’re there? And you’re not with them?”

Shea answered without missing a beat. “Because he has something important to do today.”

Allen didn’t say anything.

Mila opened her mouth like she was going to ask what that something was, but the announcement system cut through with brutal timing.

“AND THAT’S IT! ORDER OF VALIANCE TAKES THE WIN!”

The arena burst into cheering. The crowd’s reaction poured through the arena, thunderous. The main screen exploded with Elio’s face. His avatar, Mac, panting, bloodied, but victorious. The screen showed a clean 5-0. No casualties. Not even close.

Jane exhaled like she’d just judged a performance and nodded. “Not bad.”

Allen’s gaze didn’t leave the stage. He leaned slightly forward in his seat, one leg crossed neatly, lips curling upward just a little.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Not bad.”

Below, Mac lifted his head.

He didn’t raise a fist.

He didn’t cheer.

He just looked up. Looked straight ahead.

Straight at Allen.

Or maybe not. Maybe it was coincidence. But that look…

It didn’t feel like a coincidence.

That gaze was fire. A silent promise. The kind of stare a hero gives the dark lord across the throne room at the end of a long RPG. The kind that didn’t say “thank you for watching” or “we’re here to entertain.”

It said, “I’m coming.”

That “I’ll see you soon” kind of fire.

Allen’s smile didn’t fade. But it didn’t warm either.

Because this wasn’t fantasy.

This was real.

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