Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 2002

Capítulo 2002: Semi Finals [Part 1]

Villain Ch 2002. Semi Finals [Part 1]

The crowd lost its mind.

Eren clapped lazily, slumping further into his seat. “Welp. They also got a clean victory.”

Jacob winced. “Red’s in shape. That man has anime hair and boss fight aura.”

Sachi updated the bracket on her tablet.

Gil looked over to Elio again.

Still meditating.

Still silent.

But now?

Now Gil noticed something else.

Elio’s fingers weren’t resting anymore.

They were clenched.

Tight.

Like the storm had stopped being external and started swirling inside.

And the match ahead?

It wasn’t just another step toward victory.

It was the moment Elio had been waiting for.

And everyone in that arena was about to see why.

Minutes flew, but it felt slow. Too slow.

Like the clock didn’t tick in seconds anymore. It dragged through molasses, each breath heavier than the last. Each heartbeat louder in the ears than the crowd outside.

The last two teams clashed on the obsidian battlefield.

Obsidian Requiem versus Mythweaver Accord.

The fight was brutal. Close. Flashy. Mythweaver’s spell rotations were tight, elegant even, like watching mages dance across a ballroom of molten stone. But Obsidian Requiem didn’t blink. They were brute strength and methodical pressure, an unrelenting tide of aggression.

And eventually?

They won.

The final blow landed. The crowd roared.

But Elio barely heard it.

He stood in silence. Mac’s name already etched into the bracket just one match away from the finals.

Next Match: Order of Valiance versus Obsidian Requiem.

And it was clean. Again.

Five versus five.

Flawless victory for Order of Valiance.

0–5.

Not even a single casualty.

Elio’s team stood like statues when the match ended. Chest heaving. Sweat dripping beneath jerseys. But not one of them celebrated. Not really.

They were used to this.

Even now, the crowd screamed Mac’s name like it was a battle cry. Fans held up signs. Streamers shouted on live feeds. People cried in the front rows like they’d just seen a god descend.

But Elio?

He didn’t budge.

Didn’t smile. Didn’t pump a fist.

He just stared at the screen as it updated.

Final Four, Match Two: Ironclad Legion versus Celestial Vanguard.

The next match was the hard one.

The one everyone was waiting for.

The audience split the second both team names were called. You could hear it. Literally hear the divide. Like the entire arena cracked in half between loyalty and hype.

One half screamed “VirtualValkyrie!” until their lungs gave out.

Yeah, Azura’s in game nickname.

The other half?

Screamed louder.

“Father^Alex!”

Somehow… somehow the shy support player had built a fanbase bigger than most celebrity streamers. Maybe it was Alex’s personality that his priest aesthetic. Or the fact he blushed during interviews and got flustered anytime a girl complimented him.

Or maybe… it was just that he was real.

And now?

He was walking onto the battlefield with Red beside him.

Alex exhaled and rubbed his palms against his pants. “Okay. Okay okay. We got this. I think. I hope. Holy shit, I’m gonna die.”

Red grinned, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re fine. Breathe.”

“This is so much worse than fighting together,” Alex muttered. “I liked when we were allies. Friends. Guildmates. You know. That stuff.”

Red laughed. “Focus.”

“I am!”

Across from them, Azura stood next to Arcana, Ironclad’s captain. She didn’t flinch under the lights. She didn’t even blink.

She looked like war personified.

Every inch of her in-game avatar was precision. Short silver hair, faintly glowing armor with icy enchantments, dual blades that pulsed with darkness at the edges.

Arcana said something low in her ear. She nodded once.

And then their whole team stepped forward.

Five versus five.

All avatars loaded.

The battlefield adjusted. Marble cracked underfoot. Stained glass windows loomed above. Shadows cut between the pillars like ghosts trapped in the light.

It was beautiful.

And it was about to be hell.

The clock started ticking.

Ten minutes.

The match began.

Gil watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, whispering to Elio. “You feel that?”

Elio didn’t answer.

Gil continued anyway. “Pressure like this? This isn’t just a game anymore. This is history.”

The battlefield erupted in movement.

Arcana opened first, blink-stepping straight toward Red in a burst of shadow energy. Red anticipated it. Met him mid-air with a clash of swords that exploded into blue and violet sparks. The camera panned across the battlefield like it was tracking wild animals.

Azura vanished.

Then reappeared behind Alex.

He shrieked.

Dodged.

Barely.

“NOPE,” Alex shouted, backstepping and throwing up a divine barrier. “YOU DON’T GET TO SLASH THE HEALER ON THE FIRST TURN.”

Azura chased him, graceful and precise, swinging twice, only to have her blade ping off a well-timed holy wall.

Arcana slammed his foot into Red’s shield, knocking him off balance. Mastercraft was already behind him, hammer whirling, slamming into Arcana’s shoulder with a blast of flame that blew both of them back.

Ironclad’s caster unleashed a barrage of chain-lightning that danced between Red and Jacob. Sparks hit the ground, scorching the tile.

The match turned chaotic fast.

Eren whispered, “God. They’re not holding back.”

Jacob nodded beside him. “This is a real fight.”

No holding back.

No delay.

Ironclad and Celestial Vanguard had been allies. They’d never clashed before in the rankings. Never dueled directly. Never stood on opposite sides of a battlefield. Their tactics had always been complementary, not clashing.

Now?

They were ripping each other apart.

Arcana took a blast to the chest. Staggered.

Red followed with a lunge that sent his sword deep into Arcana’s side, dropping him to 42%.

Azura activated her vengeance skill.

The air around her darkened, frost spiraling up her blade.

She didn’t scream.

Didn’t shout.

She just moved.

A single slash.

Alex’s barrier shattered.

The second slash hit his shoulder. The third was a lunge through his stomach.

He dropped to 50%.

The crowd went feral.

But Red didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look back.

“Focus,” he said.

“I KNOW,” Alex’s voice crackled. “I’M NOT BLIND.”

The others scrambled.

Celestial Vanguard rallied hard. Mastercraft slammed a shock rune into the ground, stunning Ironclad’s caster. Red kicked Arcana into the column behind him, then flicked his blade around to parry Azura’s next strike.

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