Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 2005

Capítulo 2005: Semi Finals [Part 4]

Villain Ch 2005. Semi Finals [Part 4]

The dome was a blur of silence, every spectator frozen. No one blinked. Not Allen and his girls. Not Elio and his team. Not the commentators. Not the devs. This was it.

Score 4—4.

One standing for each side.

And time ticking.

[Timer: 00:01:22]

Arcana’s HP: 12%

Red_King’s HP: 48%

Red_King’s Buffs: ATK +50%, AGI +50%, DEF +50%

Arcana’s mind raced. His blood roared in his ears. He felt every bead of sweat sliding past his brows, every cut and scratch stinging along his ribs and arms. Azura was gone. His last teammate. Their plan was working. They had Alex. But didn’t stop Red’s blade.

His legs burned. His chest felt too tight. But his brain? Still working.

He remembered Alex’s move. Stall. Escape. Let the timer run. Endurance over confrontation.

He didn’t have buffs. He didn’t have the HP pool. But maybe… maybe he could run the clock.

He dashed sideways, boots slamming hard on the arena floor. He leapt to the upper ledge and ducked behind a pillar, barely dodging a blade of light as Red’s sword cleaved the spot behind him.

Red had read him.

Red knew.

“You really think I’d let you copy Alex?” Red shouted, voice ragged from exhaustion. “You’re not him. You’re not a martyr.”

Arcana gritted his teeth and pushed off the ledge again, diving, rolling, dodging another blow. Red didn’t stop. He was faster than before. More focused. Driven.

Every second counted.

[Timer: 00:00:58]

Arcana’s HP: 9%

Red_King’s HP: 43%

A slash grazed his thigh. His gaze flashed red. He winced, bit his lip.

He didn’t retaliate.

Just dodged.

Slid under a broken column, cast Flash Mist, vanished again.

Red roared. “You coward!”

Arcana emerged behind another pillar, panting. “You call it cowardice, I call it strategy.”

Red swung through the mist with wild speed, striking through two clones and pivoting instantly to catch Arcana’s trail. His foot slammed down, breaking the floor beneath.

“No more time,” he growled.

[Timer: 00:00:42]

Arcana gasped, twisting mid-air as Red’s blade barely missed his head. His cloak split. Blood trailed down his arm.

HP: 5%.

Pain pulsed with every heartbeat. His lungs screamed. His body trembled. But his eyes?

Still sharp.

Still watching for the moment.

He dashed toward the far platform, using Wind Shift to bounce off walls. If he could keep away…

Red blurred.

[Holy Dash].

Arcana pivoted, slid on one knee, and..

Red was already there.

Their weapons clashed. Sparks flew. Arcana’s weapon cracked. He leapt back, tumbled, rolled, HP: 3%.

Red kept going. “You’re dragging this out like you matter!”

Arcana didn’t answer.

Because he did matter.

He always did.

He wasn’t Alex. He wasn’t a saint.

He was the leader of Ironclad Legion!

So here he was.

Final fighter. Last man standing.

[Timer: 00:00:27]

Red’s slash came wide.

Arcana ducked, spun, kicked off a pillar. His vision blurred. Sweat stung his eyes. His HUD pulsed dangerously.

HP: 2%

One more hit. Just one…

He sidestepped.

Red faked.

And lunged.

“Shit—”

The blade plunged through Arcana’s side.

System screamed.

[HP: 0%]

The sound of the crowd died.

Arcana’s avatar crumpled forward in slow motion. His weapon slipped from his grip, clattering beside his boot before he even hit the ground.

And the system chimed.

[Timer: 00:00:17]

[Match Over]

[Score 4—5]

[Victory: Celestial Vanguard]

Silence.

Then… chaos.

Cheers erupted like a bomb dropped into the stadium. Thunderous, deafening applause. Screams. Fist pumps. The entire arena lit up with flashing lights and roaring chants.

Even Elio and his team stood, clapping hard despite their own looming match.

Because that wasn’t just a battle.

That was war.

And nobody could ignore it.

“Holy sh*t,” Jacob whispered, clapping with a half-shocked, half-worshipful look on his face. “I feel like I just watched an epic anime finale. Like… how the hell are we supposed to follow that up?”

Sachi nodded slowly, eyes still on the screen even though it had already faded to the victory banner. “That was… no, that is the standard. Red_King didn’t just win. He survived a goddamn gauntlet.”

Eren exhaled hard, sitting down again, but clapping anyway. “I’m still trying to process the way Alex took that hit. Dude didn’t even hesitate. Just stepped in and dropped a buff on Red like it was nothing. You know how rare that kind of healer is?”

“Elio,” Gil said, turning toward him with a grave expression, “we’re up against that next.”

Elio’s lips tightened. His hands were still moving, slow claps echoing over the rest of the cheers. But his eyes?

Focused. Burning.

“I know,” he said.

Sachi raised a brow. “You nervous?”

“No,” Elio said quietly. “I’m pumped.”

The boys blinked.

He cracked his neck, gaze sharp. “That’s the kind of fight I want. No safety nets. No second chances. Just raw, unfiltered skill and trust. They earned this moment. Now we’re gonna earn ours.”

Jacob grinned. “You scary bastard.”

Sachi laughed. “Yeah, now I am nervous.”

Elio just smiled. Because beneath it all, under the cheers and the thunder and the tension in the air… he wasn’t afraid.

He was ready.

Red’s avatar stood alone at the center of the dome, chest heaving like each breath was torn from his lungs. His knees trembled, threatening to buckle, but he forced them to lock, refusing to fall. Not after everything. Not with Alex lying behind him.

His sword slipped in his grip and clinked against the stone, the sound echoing through the stunned silence before he drove the blade down, planting it like a banner in conquered soil.

He looked around. Dazed, overwhelmed, alive. His vision swam. His pulse thundered.

He raised his hand.

Slow. Shaking. Defiant.

A victory salute.

Not cocky.

Not smug.

Just proud.

And maybe a little bit broken.

He just stood there, shoulders heaving, breath ragged, staring at the ground as if trying to remember how to exist inside his own body again. Then he lifted his head. His voice came out low, raw, scraped from somewhere deep.

It wasn’t a shout.

It wasn’t a victory speech.

It was honesty stripped bare.

This wasn’t the final match.

But it was the hardest one he had ever fought.

Allen stared at the screen.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Zoe nodded slowly beside him. “That wasn’t just PvP. That was an epic.”

Emma wiped a tear.

Even Jordan’s lips pressed tight.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

600 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapter

400 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter

Magic Castle= 2 bonus chapters

Space Craft= 4 bonus chapters

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