Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1602. Fake Hope

Back in the Cursed Crypts, Allen whistled.

Low and sharp, lips pursed as he leaned back on the jagged black stone railing of his throne’s outer spire, one leg crossed casually over the other. His sword leaned against the edge, still faintly steaming with dried blood. The breeze around the Throne of Dread carried the scent of scorched earth and burnt ozone.

He pulled up the global chat screen, eyes scanning the firestorm of messages exploding across the server.

Just as he expected.

Just as he planned.

[World Chat]

DarkCrow09: A healer actually landed a hit on the emperor??

PonnyKnight: I saw it. Rewind the clip at 00:21. He swung that dagger like a madman lol.

BangMeDaddy: A healer. A HEALER did that. Lmao.

GunSinger: DEVIL EMPEROR CAN BLEED.

SleepLife: -1 HP never looked so damn good

VBladeV: I screamed when the world message popped. I thought it was a bug.

PixieCore: It wasn’t a bug. It was a message.

Hammerlord: This changes everything…

MimicSlayer: Do we even stand a chance next round?

DeathMetalSoul: We stood zero chance this time. But next time? Now we know it’s possible.

Allen snorted. “So dramatic.”

A gust of wind tugged at his cloak, and the corrupted clouds swirled lazily over the horizon like the world itself hadn’t realized the battle was over. Yet the battlefield below remained quiet, barren of players, marked only by charred scars, twisted ruins, and crumbled wards.

The world was talking about them.

About him.

Good.

That was the point.

And right on cue— A sharp crack of mana and black lace boots blocked his path as he stepped down from the spire.

Lust. Or rather—

Emma.

Still in her sultry, high-heeled avatar, whip coiled on her hip like a tail, expression hard as obsidian.

“You let him hurt you,” she said flatly.

Allen raised a brow. “I did.”

“I saw it.” She took a step forward. “Your face. You were shocked.”

Allen gave a small smirk. “Pretended to be.”

Emma narrowed her eyes.

“I know you better than that, brother.”

“And I know what sells,” Allen replied calmly. “An invincible villain can’t show weakness, right? So when he gets scratched… just once… by the most unlikely player? It’s a moment.”

He made a vague gesture at the sky. “And look at them now. They’re eating it up.”

Emma pressed her lips together. Her silence said she knew he was right.

Still.

“I don’t get it,” she muttered, quieter this time. “You could’ve let them into the throne room. Maybe let them land a few hits on the base. Damage the throne. Make it look close. Not just a full wipe.”

Allen shrugged, casual. “That’s not the point.”

A melodic voice floated in before Emma could argue.

“I agree with him,” said Shea. She descended from a column of mist. “An invincible villain is a challenge. A goal. But if it feels impossible? People quit. Rage log. Blame the devs.”

She turned to Allen with a lazy smile. “But giving them just one hit? Making them think they almost had it? That’s genius.”

“Exactly,” Allen said.

Behind them, another portal shimmered to life in mid-air.

A dark tentacle slithered through the rift first, followed by combat boots and a sly grin.

Zoe.

“Not just a power gap,” she added. “A chasm. And this first raid proved it.”

Her tentacles coiled around her waist like a belt, twitching thoughtfully. “They never even reached the final room.”

More rustling—this time from above.

Jane drifted in from the tower archway, robes dragging behind her like funeral mist. She looked sulky, lower lip stuck out in an adorable, moody pout.

“To be honest…” she huffed. “I’m disappointed.”

Emma tilted her head. “With Allen?”

“No,” Jane said, crossing her arms. “With them. The players. None of them reached my corridor. None of them activated the blood tiles. My traps? Untouched.” Her pout deepened. “I worked so hard on those places.”

Hovering beside her now was Alice, legs crossed on her broom, trailing purple sparkles and smelling faintly of burnt sugar.

“A bit anticlimax, I’ll say,” she offered in her bored, airy tone. “Or maybe we’re just too good. We overprepared.”

“I like to think we were just efficient,” Allen said, stretching slightly.

Then— A shift in the air. Heavy.

The scent of rosewood and iron followed her before she even spoke.

Larissa stepped from the shadows, blood-red lips curved faintly.

“Or maybe,” she said, voice smooth as silk, “this was their first try. They underestimated the throne, didn’t coordinate, didn’t commit. And we already gave them the map on the official site. They had no excuse.”

“And yet,” said another voice behind them, velvet-laced and smoky, “they still showed spirit.”

Vivian, emerged—hips swaying, heels clicking gently on the stone floor. Her wings folded behind her. She approached with a slow, knowing smile.

“If Allen hadn’t given them something to hold onto, they would’ve given up.” She met Emma’s gaze. “You saw the frustration in their eyes, didn’t you?”

Emma tensed. “I saw you whip Gil.”

Vivian blinked. “That was unintended.”

Allen raised a brow. “Unintended?”

“I planned to whip his face.” Vivian smiled with mock innocence. “And yes… I was surprised by his weird comment too.”

Jane snorted. “But it was funny. Admit it.”

Vivian gave a small laugh. “It was funny. Especially when I summoned the succubi wave and they all just—froze.”

“They thought it was a fan service event,” Zoe added, deadpan.

“They thanked me,” Vivian groaned, one hand over her face. “It was a CC (Crowd Control) spell. Not a—whatever they thought it was.”

“And yet,” Shea murmured, smiling faintly, “it worked. They got confused. It bought us time.”

Allen finally chuckled under his breath. “A perfect mess. Controlled chaos.”

He looked up again at the glowing world chat, messages still flooding.

They weren’t complaining.

They weren’t blaming.

They were motivated.

Fueled.

Ready for round two.

Just like he wanted.

He turned back toward the throne, expression unreadable now.

“They’re not ready yet,” he said. “But they’re learning.”

Beside him, Emma tapped the air, pulling open her own World Chat feed.

Her red-painted nails hovered over the glowing threads of hype, awe, disbelief.

Her eyes scanned line after line.

DrakeFury99: So we fight again next event?

JuggerNot42: I’m making a whole build just to land one more hit.

MapleToast7: We saw blood. That means he can die.

Spellbunni: Let’s not just bleed him next time. Let’s break him.

GrimFalconX: Father^Alex = MVP.

LunaRogue24: I’ve never been this motivated to get my ass kicked again.

Emma stared at the feed a little longer. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips curled into something faintly amused. Something almost—proud.

Then she exhaled, slow and honest.

“…I have to say,” she murmured, “you were right.”