Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1999

Capítulo 1999: Am I That Clueless?

Villain Ch 1999. Am I That Clueless?

This was a real-world tournament with a hundred cameras and ten thousand spectators and corporate sponsors watching every stat and click. But it blurred so easily. The game. The reality. The digital footsteps on magma stone. The way his hand had once crushed an entire raid without even needing to vocalize his skills.

He wasn’t just a player.

He was still the Devil Emperor.

Allen leaned back in his chair.

His girls didn’t speak for a moment. They didn’t need to. The silence was full. Comfortable. Knowing.

Mila finally broke it.

She rested her chin on her hand, nails painted cherry red. “So what is the important thing today?”

Allen glanced at her. Just a glance. Just long enough to make her shiver a little before she masked it with a smirk.

“You’ll see,” he said.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting right now.”

Zoe laughed, low and lazy. “Play nice.”

“Don’t tease her too hard,” Bella added, swinging one leg over the other. “She might explode.”

“I might explode anyway,” Mila muttered under her breath.

Allen heard it. Of course he did. That little breathless half-whisper Mila probably thought she hid under sarcasm. But he didn’t call her out. He didn’t need to. He just reached over, slipped his hand gently through her hair, and patted the top of her head with deliberate care.

“Don’t worry,” he said, voice low, quiet just for her. “I’ll tell you first. Before I tell the others.”

Mila blinked. Her lips parted like she wanted to ask what he meant, but instead she just pouted. “Am I that clueless?”

“No.” Allen let his hand drift down, brushing a loose curl behind her ear. “It’s just… you see me as me. You rarely look at me like I’m the other me.”

“The other you,” she echoed.

He nodded once. “So… don’t worry.”

Her frown deepened slightly. But she didn’t push. Not with words. Instead, her eyes flicked downward, toward the arena. Toward the stage where the match had ended just minutes ago. Toward Elio.

Or rather, the avatar named Mac.

Elio was still looking up. Still staring at the suite.

Even as the golden shimmer of system dematerialization started crawling over his body, breaking his form into glowing dust, that look never shifted.

Mila noticed it.

Her gaze narrowed. Her tone grew sharper.

“Why’s he looking at you like that?”

Allen tilted his head, watching Elio’s eyes as they vanished into digital ash.

“Like you’re the bad guy,” Mila continued. “Like… like you’re the villain or something.”

“I am,” Allen said simply. “At least in his dictionary.”

He turned back to Mila and smiled, just enough to make her forget how serious that admission was.

“But I’m fine with that.”

Her eyes didn’t soften right away.

Allen reached out, tapped the tip of her nose gently with one finger.

“But you,” he said, “I’m still your lover.”

Mila looked stunned for a breath. Then her cheeks flushed pink. “Y-you can’t just say that like—”

“Aw~” Alice interrupted, leaning forward like she was watching a soap opera. “I also want a nose boop.”

Bella rolled her eyes. “I can give you one.”

Alice pouted. “I want one from Allen.”

“You’ll get in line,” Vivian muttered with a smirk, lounging against the back of the couch.

Allen’s lips quirked.

But before he could say anything else, the arena boomed with another announcement.

“Next match: Ironclad Legion versus Phoenix Reborn!”

The screens around the stadium flickered and spun. Fire graphics chased across the dome’s interior like meteor trails. Two crests appeared in massive projection over the center stage. Ironclad’s steel gauntlet symbol and Phoenix Reborn’s crimson flame.

And then, she appeared.

Azura.

Her. In person. Flesh and blood and steel-core nerves.

She walked onto the stage with the rest of Ironclad Legion. No filters, no glamor settings, no motion blur. Just raw presence. Her silver hair was slightly tousled but clean, the kind of style that looked effortless. It caught the arena lights and shimmered like frost on steel. Cold beauty. Sharp cheekbones. Pale skin like porcelain that never cracked. She wore her esports jacket, dark indigo with platinum accents. Her boots hit the stage floor with a clean rhythm, neither rushed nor hesitant.

She looked like she belonged there.

Like she always had.

Next to her was Arcana, Ironclad’s leader, tall and commanding with that easy confidence that made people follow without thinking. Two other frontline DPS members flanked them.

Because Azura moved with a gravity all her own.

And the moment she stepped forward onto the light-soaked stone stage, she paused.

Turned her head.

And looked up.

Straight at the VIP suite.

She didn’t smile sweetly. Didn’t wave. Didn’t do the bashful thing.

No.

She lifted her chin slightly, and offered the subtlest, calmest smile. The kind of smile that wasn’t for cameras or crowds or validation.

It was for him.

Allen felt it like a pulse through the glass.

Not shy.

Not flustered.

A confident, battle-ready smile.

She knew he was watching.

And Allen?

He smiled back. Slow. Quiet. Steady.

Soft.

Proud.

Mila noticed the exchange immediately. She sat up straighter and whispered, “I’m shocked Azura decided to enter the tournament as herself. I mean, she could’ve just… stayed here. With us. With you.”

Allen didn’t hesitate. “I’m not shocked.”

Mila’s brow knit. “Why not?”

“Because that’s how she is,” he said. “She’s a fighter. A warrior. You give her a battle worth something… she’ll never sit back. This is her chance to prove herself. She’ll take it. No matter what.”

Mila looked back at the arena.

Azura was entering the pod. Her avatar materialized in the dome. She quickly checked her gear loadout. Her fingers moved quick and precise. Her avatar’s expression was neutral, but the flex of her posture screamed focus.

“She looks different down there,” Mila said, eyes still following her.

“She’s always been like that,” Zoe said, nudging a cherry into her mouth. “You just don’t see it when she’s being quiet. But down there? She’s like a blade. Quiet doesn’t mean soft.”

“She wants to earn it,” Jane added from Allen’s other side. “Whatever ‘it’ is.”

“She already did,” Allen murmured. “But I get why she wants to prove it out loud.”

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