Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 2011

Capítulo 2011: The Reveal [Part 1]

Villain Ch 2011. The Reveal [Part 1]

Her cheeks flushed from adrenaline and disbelief. “I mean… it’s Elio. He doesn’t know how to sit down and breathe after a win.”

“I swear, we could win the lottery and his first question would be, ‘Yeah but did Allen notice?'” Gil muttered, rubbing the back of his head as he looked toward the incoming storm… Allen Goldborne.

The crowd was still losing it, like they couldn’t decide whether to scream or faint. Cameras zoomed in, tracking every step Allen took with obsessive reverence. His stride wasn’t fast or cocky, it was steady. Effortless. Smooth like he already owned the floor. Like the tournament hadn’t just crowned a champion because the real game was only starting now.

Meanwhile, on the diamond-tier row, two other rich kids sat slouched in their oversized velvet-backed seats.

James crossed his arms. “You know… I want to win too. Like… experience something like that. The thrill. The stage. The sweat. But…”

“But you don’t get why Elio’s so obsessed with Allen,” Noah finished flatly.

James nodded. “Exactly.”

Noah sighed, his voice dry. “Honestly, I just hope he doesn’t end up like Sophia.”

“Damn.”

“Right?” Noah stretched his arms and popped his neck like he was watching a slow train crash. “But hey. That’s exactly why we didn’t join the tournament.”

James raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said we didn’t participate because you were afraid of offending the Goldborne family.”

Noah scowled. “Okay, first of all, my dad found out about what I said to Allen about that project.”

James laughed. “We said? Only you talked to Allen. I told you he’d say no.”

“You were the one who hid behind the damn pillar like a coward.”

“I was being strategic.”

“You were being a little b—” Noah bit off the word and waved it away. “Whatever. I’m the one who got yelled at. I got the ‘how dare you embarrass this family’ speech. I got the Mila comparison. Like, ‘Why can’t you be more like your sister?’ Blah blah.”

James snorted. “Mila’s not even that nice.”

“Right?! But noooo. My dad’s like, ‘She’s got poise, grace, and managed to take us to the Goldborne.’ Like yeah? You want me to put on a schoolgirl skirt and fall in love with the new young master too? Come on.”

James tried to hold in a laugh. Failed. “We’re also young masters.”

Noah grinned. “Yeah, and sometimes you don’t act like one.”

“You’re such a brat.”

“We’re brats together. Partners in crime.”

James rolled his eyes. “You’re dramatic.”

“Shut up,” Noah said, waving dismissively. “Elio’s about to confess his love or something. Watch. He’s probably hiding a diamond ring in that utility belt. Look at him. He’s got the eyes.”

James stared at the stage. Then rubbed his temples. “I hate that you might be right.”

On stage, Allen had finally crossed the centerline. Cameras tracked every step. The overhead screen displayed his face, that soft, polite smile as he waved at the audience with the grace of someone who’d been born to do press conferences and ruin dreams in equal measure. The tag AL appeared beside his name, and a short montage began to play above the arena.

It was clean. Tactical. Professional.

Clips of AL, his Nightshade Master, executing assassinations, orchestrating raids, setting records in the kill counts per minute. A flawless competitor. Efficient. Elegant.

The crowd cheered again. The commentators started shouting about “what a moment this is” and “when titans collide.”

Elio, standing across from him, wasn’t smiling anymore.

He wasn’t excited.

He wasn’t proud.

He looked… disappointed.

And pissed.

He tilted his head. Eyes locked on Allen. The light on his face made him glow, sweat glinting at his temples, but his voice… when it came, cut through everything.

“This isn’t what you promised me.”

The noise dipped.

Somewhere in the crowd, the cheering slowed. Allen blinked once, tilting his head slightly. Curious. Confused.

“I don’t want to fight you as AL,” Elio continued.

Now people were really quiet.

Even his team… Jacob, Gil, Sachi, all of them, looked at him like he’d lost it.

“What’s he talking about?” Jacob whispered.

Elio’s voice rose again, clear, unwavering.

“I want the truth. Fight me as the Devil Emperor, Allen.”

The room froze.

Silence fell like a guillotine.

Even the sound techs forgot to breathe. The lights held still. No panning. No shift.

Just Elio and Allen.

And that name.

Devil Emperor.

People blinked like they were waiting for someone to laugh. Or explain. Or say ‘that was a joke, right?’

But no one did.

Because Allen’s smile?

That polite, clean, young master smile?

It changed.

Slow.

Dark.

He didn’t look confused anymore.

He looked amused.

Like a curtain had been lifted.

Like a mask finally fell away.

He reached behind his back, grabbed the esports jacket where AL was printed in bold white lettering… and peeled.

The sticker came off in one rip.

Underneath?

A name in blood-red embroidery.

AZAZEL

The crowd screamed.

Like they just witnessed a murder.

Gasps. Shouts. Some fans were on the floor. Others were jumping and slapping friends like “I told you! I told you!”

Then the screen above glitched.

The AL montage vanished.

Static.

Then…

Black.

Then a flicker.

And a new montage began to play.

A very different one.

The Devil Emperor’s kills.

Slaughtering full raid teams.

Standing in a burning field of corpses.

His silhouette with blood-drenched wings. Eyes glowing crimson.

One shot… Azazel standing over a battlefield, ten guild banners torn and scattered at his feet.

Another shot… him turning to the camera, smiling with that exact same tilt of his head.

The same one Allen just did.

The same one Allen always did.

And it hit.

Like a bomb across the community.

The Devil Emperor was never an A.I.

He was Allen Goldborne.

“Holy sh*t,” Jacob whispered.

“No,” Sachi said, voice barely audible. “No way…”

Gil muttered, “We’re so dead.”

The arena was no longer cheering.

It was screaming.

And Elio?

He never looked away from Allen. Never blinked.

The corner of Allen’s lips curved again, no longer polite. Not smiling for cameras.

This was him. The real him.

Azazel.

The final boss.

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