Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 2007

Capítulo 2007: Final Match [Part 1]

Villain Ch 2007. Final Match [Part 1]

Not a single breath dared move out of sync with that number ticking down.

The arena had gone dead quiet, the kind of silence that made your ears ring, your blood roar. You could feel it under your skin, the tension, the buzz of the system, the soundless thump of a hundred thousand players watching from around the world.

The heat from the stage lights mixed with the cold artificial mist curling along the edges of the battlefield. It tasted like steel. Like salt. Like war.

[7… 6… 5…]

Red adjusted his grip on his sword. His armor glinted a soft bronze-gold, reinforced from their last match, blood still not cleaned from the edge. His shoulders rolled once, slow and calm. Not cocky. Ready.

Beside him, Mastercraft cracked his neck and slammed his gauntlets together. The metal shriek echoed like thunder through the dome. His hammer was strapped to his back, and his health was full, but he muttered under his breath like he could already see the wounds he’d need to take for someone else.

[4…]

Alex stood behind them. Staff raised. White-blue light curled around his fingers, flickering, alive. But his eyes… his eyes were focused. Bright. Burning with that quiet fury only healers understood. The kind that said ‘hurt them, and I’ll burn my entire mana bar just to make you regret it.’

He knew what was coming.

He always knew.

[3…]

Across from them, Elio rolled his shoulders. His Paladin armor shimmered like starlight, white and silver trimmed in blessed gold. He said nothing. He only adjusted the angle of his blade, tip down, grip firm.

Gil was gone already. Shadows flickered where he’d stood. Just mist now.

Sachi closed her eyes, her staff rising with a soft prayer. Her light magic pulsed across the field. Calm. Warm. She looked like an angel in that moment. And Red hated that he’d have to bring her down first.

Eren crouched low, speed buffs already humming around his legs. Like a wolf ready to lunge.

Jacob? Jacob just smiled.

[2… 1…]

[Begin Match.]

The arena exploded.

Flashes. Blades. Roars. The moment the system dropped its invisible wall, Jacob surged forward, not toward Red. Not toward Mastercraft. Straight toward Alex.

Red’s eyes snapped wide. “He’s going for Alex!”

[Fire Serpent Spiral.]

Fire erupted under Jacob’s boots. A red-hot chain of flame spiraled around his body like a living dragon. His staff hit the ground and blasted him forward in a burst of pure kinetic force, every bit of it aimed at Celestial Vanguard’s backline.

But Alex was already moving.

He didn’t scream. Didn’t shout. Just muttered something under his breath and shifted his staff in one sharp flick.

[Barrier.]

The shield materialized in front of him, glowing gold and violet, runes rotating like clockwork along its edge.

The first fire strike slammed into it.

The second. The third.

Alex braced, eyes narrowed. Sweat beaded down his jaw.

Behind the barrier, he muttered, “Always the healer first…”

But Jacob wasn’t alone.

The air flickered behind Alex. Cold. Still.

He turned his head just a fraction. Just enough.

Too late.

Gil’s blade slashed down from the shadows, silent, perfect, aimed for the artery of his neck.

[Assassinate Triggered.]

But Alex knew.

Of course, he knew.

Because in every game, every raid, every PvP match, it was always the healer they tried to kill first. Always. He was used to it. Expected it. Trained for it.

[Reflex Barrier Auto-cast.]

A second shield, thin as glass, erupted behind him.

Gil’s dagger hit it and screeched.

The sound was horrible. Metal on mana. Sparks burst. The reflection of Gil’s hooded face, surprised, twisted across the magical surface.

Alex’s eyes didn’t flinch.

“Nice try,” he muttered.

And the trap was sprung.

Red lunged past him, sword blazing.

Gil barely blinked before Red was on him.

Steel met dagger.

Crushing arc.

Gil blocked. Barely. The shockwave still sent him skidding back, boots tearing across the floor.

And then came Mastercraft.

[Blacksmith Slam!]

The hammer hit the ground, and the entire battlefield shook. Stone cracked. Dust exploded.

“Back off our healer, b*tch!” Mastercraft bellowed.

Jacob cursed and launched another fireball, but it arced too high, Red had already moved.

Then the war began for real.

Eren clashed with Mastercraft. Agility against raw power. The ground blurred under him as he zipped through the field like lightning, his dual swords trying to land clean hits on the bulky tank.

“Too slow!” Eren barked, slashing in a blur.

“You’re fast, but not fast enough!” Mastercraft snarled, and his hammer exploded with flames.

[Forge Burst.]

It caught Eren’s arm. Knocked him off balance. Not down. Not yet.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, Red had moved. Sachi had become his target.

She didn’t move like a damage dealer.

She stood in the back, hands up, always casting, always healing, like her feet were glued in place by some unshakable sense of purpose. Her white robes rippled with every gust of magical pressure, her eyes locked on her allies, not herself.

Which made her vulnerable.

And Red was the kind of man who’d noticed.

He charged.

[Knight Dash Activated.]

The sound of his boots hammering the ground echoed like a war drum.

Sachi looked up.

She didn’t panic. But she hesitated. Just a half-second.

Enough.

[Critical Strike!]

Her barrier shattered.

She screamed.

He didn’t stop.

But Elio did.

[Paladin’s Intercept.]

Elio slammed into Red’s side like a meteor, sword flashing upward, divine energy cracking the air.

Red barely blocked in time. Their blades met.

The force of it sent shockwaves through the entire arena.

For a second, it wasn’t two players.

It was two leaders. Two kings.

Face to face. Grit in their teeth. Fury in their veins.

“You’re not getting past me,” Elio said, eyes blazing.

Red didn’t smile.

But his voice came low.

“Watch me.”

And then…

They fought.

Steel clanged. Sparks flew. Sword to sword. Shield to shield. No spells. No gimmicks. Just raw will.

Elio’s style was disciplined. Calculated. Like a knight from scripture.

Red’s was survival. Brutal. Relentless. Like someone who fought not because he wanted to, but because he had to.

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