NOVGO.NET Chapter 1792: His Miracle
Chapter 1792: His Miracle
Villain Ch 1792. His Miracle
Allen didn’t move.
“I… was supposed to protect them,” Caelreth choked. “I couldn’t… stop the curse. I couldn’t even stop myself.”
“I don’t think you ever let yourself try,” Allen said.
Then—
“Soul Siphon…”
The black tether formed again, slamming into Caelreth’s chest.
To drain.
The link turned into a web, every pulse of Allen’s mana countering the infection that had become this man’s legacy. Caelreth screamed, his body writhing as his shadow peeled away in long, melting threads.
The ground shook.
The very air shuddered.
Then—
A final explosion of darkness.
And silence.
Caelreth collapsed to his knees, normal now. A man. Not a monster. His size diminished, his armor cracked open like a broken shell. The Warden of the Old World—gray-haired, pale-eyed, bleeding—but whole.
Allen stood over him.
No arrogance.
No celebration.
Only gravity.
Only ache.
“…I’m sorry,” Caelreth whispered. “I didn’t mean to become… this.”
Allen knelt, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“You didn’t become it,” he murmured. “You let it win. But it’s done.”
Caelreth looked up at him with eyes hollowed by time and sorrow. “What now?”
Allen looked past him—at his throne. At his team. At the war ahead.
And then back.
“Now,” Allen said, “you rest.”
His armor cracked down the middle.
And then—
He smiled.
Not with madness. Not with rage. But with peace.
“Thank you,” Caelreth whispered.
And then he turned into ash.
No fanfare. No explosion of power.
Just… release.
[Enemy defeated: Warden Caelreth – Oathbroken <Lv 251>]
[EXP Gained!]
[You received Warden’s Remnant 1 ea (Relic-tier)]
[You have inherited the Forgotten Oath Title]
The system voice rang hollow in the silence, mechanical and cold.
Ash spiraled in the air around Allen. Soft. Slow. Like snow made of sorrow.
He stood still for a moment, hand still raised, even as the last remnants of the Warden scattered into the void-lit floor.
Then his gaze lifted.
To the throne beyond.
To his team, standing there—not cheering, not clapping—just watching.
Zoe had tears in her eyes, though she said nothing.
Bella’s lightning still sparked faintly across her fingertips, but her arms were crossed tight around her chest, like she was holding something in.
Jane stood like a statue—rigid, controlled—but her mouth trembled faintly.
Alice and Shea were silent too, shoulders drawn back, ready if needed—but no longer aiming.
And Larissa… her arms bloodied from the backlash of holding the chains at bay—but she was smiling. Just faintly. Like she understood.
They all did.
They didn’t move toward him.
Didn’t rush him.
They let him be.
Because they knew.
Allen stood in the aftermath.
His Demonic Form was still active, his wings stretched behind him, faintly pulsing with red veins of light. But the fury… it had quieted. The rage had burned itself clean.
The room was a wreck—cracks spiderwebbed across the floor, blackened from hellfire and frost, vines wilted from Zoe’s magic, feathers scattered from Shea’s dive.
Jane’s revenants were already gone, dismissed the second Allen won.
Victory had a sound.
It wasn’t cheering.
It wasn’t fireworks.
It was silence.
Warm. Real.
Allen turned to them.
His team. His girls. His everything.
And he smiled.
Not the sharp-edged smirk of the Devil Emperor.
Not the cold confidence he wore like a second skin in public.
But Allen.
Just… Allen.
The one who used to sit alone in a dark room, hoping for something more than betrayal and broken promises.
The one who thought he could never trust a woman again.
The one who now looked at these women like they were his miracle.
“Let’s go home,” he said softly.
And god, that smile—it almost broke them.
Even in his demon avatar, with armor dripping in black and crimson, eyes still faintly glowing from the residual aura… he looked human. Kind. Like something that had been shattered was slowly being put back together.
Bella blinked. “But…” she hesitated, frowning slightly. “What about the last reward? That ’Companion Affection Increase’ thing the system said?”
Allen paused.
His heart thudded once.
Oh.
He understood now.
He had already received it.
Not just a system reward.
A real one.
Each of them had already given it.
Shea stepped forward. Her wings gently folded behind her, the soft rustle of feathers brushing the quiet air.
“I think…” she said slowly, her voice light but sure, “I already got that reward. In the mirror chamber.”
Allen looked up. Their eyes met.
And in that look, he saw everything.
Bella crossed her arms, though her voice was suspiciously soft. “I just realized I already chose mine too.”
Zoe snorted. “Tch. About time.” Her eyes shimmered though. “The real affection bonus was the guy in front of us.”
Alice nodded quietly. “You changed everything.”
Vivian tilted her head, her whip curled around her wrist loosely like it wasn’t even a weapon anymore. Her eyes were tired, soft. “I guess… I also already got my reward. Back when I realized I didn’t have to seduce you to feel wanted.”
Allen’s throat tightened.
They weren’t just his team.
They were his history.
His future.
Larissa moved closer, her voice low. “Even when I thought this was all just a game. When I tried to flirt with you like it was nothing. I didn’t know you’d make me feel everything.”
Jane was the last one to move. Slowly, gently. Her dark robes swayed with her steps, her eyes glossy—not from pain, but from too many feelings packed into too small a space.
She stopped in front of him. Looked up.
“You really gonna make us cry again?” she whispered.
Allen opened his mouth, but no sound came.
So she stepped in and wrapped her arms around him.
Tight.
He froze—just for a second. That old part of him still didn’t know how to accept love without questioning it. But then his arms slid around her waist, pulling her close.
And the others?
They stepped in too.
Not a pile. Not a dramatic group hug.
Just… together.
Jane rested her cheek against his chest and smiled faintly. “Let’s go home, Allen.”
He didn’t reply.
He didn’t need to.
Because this—right here—was the real ending.
Not the loot. Not the EXP. Not the flashy battle.
But a moment of peace.
Of warmth.
Of knowing that even in the deepest pit of Hell or the highest peak of battle, he wasn’t alone anymore.
And the Devil Emperor—
The lone wolf who once trusted no one—
Now had somewhere he could belong.