Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 2036

Capítulo 2036: The Wedding [Part 2]

Villain Ch 2036. The Wedding [Part 2]

They lifted it together and wrapped it around his wrist.

It shimmered. Faintly.

The crowd clapped.

Cameras flashed.

And Allen?

Allen leaned in as each of them kissed him.

One by one.

Shea grabbed his collar and bit his lip.

Zoe cupped his cheek and whispered something that made him choke.

Bella kissed him like she’d waited lifetimes.

Larissa smirked and stole his breath.

Vivian pressed her lips gently, fingers brushing his jaw.

Alice kissed him twice. Just because.

Jane grabbed his tie and yanked him down into it.

Mila’s kiss was slow, warm, grounding.

And Azura? Azura dipped him.

Fucking dipped him like a prince in a rom com and kissed him like war and thunder.

The crowd lost it.

Evan wiped his eyes.

Gerry sobbed harder.

Geralt laughed through his own tears and muttered, “Goddamn, that’s my boy.”

Allen barely heard them.

His heart was still racing. His lips were still tingling from nine very different kisses. His hands were slightly shaking, not from nerves anymore, but from something that felt like relief and adrenaline tangled into a tight knot in his chest.

He looked around.

Yeah. This was insane.

Everywhere he turned, there were people. Elegant, overdressed, impossibly curious people. High society types. Politicians. Corporate heads. Celebs. Family members. Friends of the brides. Rich neighbors who definitely came for gossip. And some people who probably snuck in just for the free champagne.

Somehow, despite being labeled as a “private wedding,” this looked like an event dropped straight out of a royal fantasy MMO.

And yet…

There was a strange kind of warmth. Like under all the sharp smiles and sparkling gowns, something real was happening.

Allen stepped down from the stage, his brides fanning out behind him.

Shea stepped down from the stage like she’d done it a hundred times before, lifting her gown just enough to move smoothly as she headed toward the wine table.

The servers were dressed like they were catering for royalty, offering vintage bottles on silver trays, but Shea just gave them a polite nod and took her time picking a glass.

Zoe made her way over to a small group of sharply dressed women, definitely her relatives, greeting them with soft smiles and a graceful nod like she was slipping right back into her old world without missing a beat.

Bella walked over to the piano, her fingers brushing the edge of the glossy surface before she leaned in to quietly ask for a song.

And Allen?

Allen had work to do.

Mingling.

The first guest to approach was a tall man with hair that looked like it had its own agent. Vivian’s uncle, apparently. A former diplomat. He gave Allen a handshake that nearly dislocated his shoulder and immediately started talking about foreign trade agreements and lineage expectations.

Then it was Jane’s older cousin. Dressed in a tailored suit sharper than any sword, with a voice like a judge who’d already decided you were guilty.

Then Zoe’s grandmother.

Mila’s aunt.

Alice’s former roommate’s cousin who “just had to come.”

Larissa’s childhood tutor.

Bella’s cousin’s wife.

A swarm of strangers with important last names and strong opinions.

Allen smiled.

Nodded.

Made small talk.

Tried not to die.

But inside his head?

He was gaming this shit.

Allen visualized it like a skill tree. Each bride was a class. Each class had its own upgrade path. Relatives, Professional Contacts, Friends, Frenemies, Secretly Supportive Grandmothers, and People Who Just Want Gossip Points.

He mentally dragged lines between nodes.

Mila’s aunt was clearly a Support Class Healer with passive buffs in Emotional Manipulation.

Bella’s cousin? Full-on DPS. Dangerous. Crit hits every sentence.

By the time he made it halfway through the party, he’d formed a strategy for survival. Small group rotations. Focus on shared memory references. Keep eye contact low-key but steady. Use bridal names like buff triggers. Compliment food or decor to deflect unwanted questions.

It was working. Kind of.

But then someone tugged on his jacket.

He turned.

Evan.

Wearing a soft gray suit, eyes still red, but his smile… yeah. That smile was proud in the way that hurt to look at.

“Hey,” Evan said, voice scratchy.

Allen blinked. “Hey.”

“You okay?”

“No,” Allen said. “I think I just married half the population of a fantasy harem simulator.”

Evan laughed. Not fake. Not forced.

“Yeah, well… they look happy.”

Allen glanced behind him. The girls were scattered now. Talking, drinking, posing for photos, probably planning to drag him into some horrifyingly spicy group dance later. Shea was eating shrimp.

He smiled.

“They are,” he said softly.

Evan looked at him, eyes shining.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Allen turned.

Evan continued. “Not just for today. But for everything. For surviving. For standing there. For… being you.”

Allen opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

So Evan reached into his pocket.

“Oh. Right. This.”

He held out a small black box. Plain. Not gift-wrapped. No bow.

Allen frowned. “What is this?”

Evan exhaled slowly. “It’s from Jason.”

Allen blinked. “Jason?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

Allen took the box. It felt heavier than it looked. Not just physically. Emotionally.

He looked at Evan. “Jason’s never given me anything. Not even leftovers.”

“I know,” Evan said. “That’s why I checked it. To make sure it wasn’t a trick.”

Allen snorted. “You’re serious.”

Evan nodded. “It’s a wedding gift. With a letter.”

Allen stared at it.

“You… sure?”

“I’m sure,” Evan said. “I read the letter too. Just in case. It’s something…”

Allen didn’t say anything.

He just held the box tighter.

The music swelled behind them. Laughter echoed from the dessert tables.

But Allen stood still.

For the first time today, not smiling.

Just quiet.

He looked at Evan.

“Thanks,” he said, voice lower now. “For being here. For… not choosing a side.”

Evan smiled. “I didn’t have to choose. You were always my brother.”

Allen swallowed. “Still am?”

“Always,” Evan said. “And hey… if any of them get cold feet later, I got you a room key to escape.”

Allen barked a laugh.

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

Thank you for the Dragon, William_Tex!

Thank you for the gifts, Dunkun, Even_Gods_Can_Die!

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