Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1828: Imperial Reclamation

Villain Ch 1828. Imperial Reclamation

Beyond the scandal, though, the rest of his week was oddly… peaceful.

Mila.

He’d been spending more time with her. Not in big gestures or dramatic dates—just moments. Simple ones.

Conversations. Meals. Late-night chats. Her soft smile as she teased him over how serious he always looked. The way she held her tea with both hands like it might float away otherwise. The quiet.

It was… nice.

She didn’t ask about the drama.

Didn’t poke.

Didn’t prod.

Just… existed beside him. Calm. Present. Whole.

And Allen, for once, didn’t overthink it

He also brought it up in the throne room. About Azura.

The raid was over. The loot had been sorted, the bodies left to fade into ash, and the last echoes of system fanfare still lingered faintly in the air like smoke after fireworks.

The girls were sprawled across the dark obsidian chamber—some perched on steps, others leaning against cursed pillars or casually sharpening blades with blood still drying on their armor.

It was the usual post-massacre lull.

Allen, seated lazily on his blackstone throne.

“Azura’s joining us this weekend.”

The shift was immediate. Subtle, but sharp. Conversations paused. Eyes turned. The room held its breath like the throne itself had spoken prophecy.

Bella, from her seat on the railing, tilted her head. “Wait. Your Azura?”

“Yes,” Allen said simply.

Larissa gave a soft, amused chuckle. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

Vivian’s smile was slow and dangerous. “Ohhh, this is going to be fun.” This text is hosted at NoveIꜰire.net

Jane scoffed without missing a beat. “You invited her. That’s enough.”

He only shrugged. “She said yes.”

Allen leaned further back in his throne, the flickering infernal light painting his face in soft gold and shadow. The corners of his mouth curved—not a smile, but something close. Something dangerous.

The weekend was almost here.

But before the chaos of social dynamics, bedroom politics, and Azura’s impending arrival could begin—something else dropped first.

The Event.

The system announcement lit up in golden letters across every major city, floating high above towers and dungeon entrances like the second coming of loot-based religion.

[Imperial Reclamation Event: ACTIVE]

Epic-tier items have reawakened across the realms.

Fight, flee, or fall.

All who carry what belongs to the Emperor… will be hunted.

And with that?

The servers exploded.

Forums caught fire. Player hubs turned into chaotic bazaars of speculation and stat-checking. Half the population ran toward the event screaming “LET’S GOOO,” while the other half logged out to cry in peace. But everyone agreed on one thing.

Epic-tier gear.

It was real.

It dropped.

And a few lucky bastards already had it.

Fragments of long-lost Imperial gear—swords, shields, cloaks, cursed rings. Some weren’t complete. Some were sealed. But they carried a glowing brand. A flickering, visible symbol that hovered next to the player’s name like a divine middle finger to stealth.

[Marked by the Throne]

Which meant?

They were now walking neon signs for every villains on the map. Especially him.

Because these weren’t just any items.

These were his items.

Stolen. Lost. Forgotten.

Now reawakened by the devs and coded into the bones of a server-wide bloodbath.

Every guild knew what that meant.

You had the mark?

You were fair game.

You logged in?

You better be ready to run.

Villains weren’t bound by alignment penalties. They were literal raid bosses. And the worst of them?

The Devil Emperor.

And yeah, he was coming.

But this story wasn’t about him.

Not yet.

Because across the map, in a war room that was actually just a high-end tavern with overpriced drinks and great lighting, a group of players gathered around a long wooden table lit by flickering lantern runes.

Elio sat at the center. Back straight. Hands clasped.

Across from him was Red_King—flamboyant as ever, decked in crimson armor with his signature ruby-bladed glaive resting against his chair.

To Elio’s right sat Gil. Beside him, James and Noah, both sipping glowing drinks, probably some mix of mana-berry and caffeine death. Alex was at the end, calm as usual, staff beside him. And Arcana sat curled up.

The table was quiet, but the room?

Wasn’t.

Because everywhere around them—other players were talking.

Not about the strategy.

Not about Allen.

Not even about the gear.

No.

They were talking about Sophia.

“Dude, that’s Elio’s ex-teammate, right?”

“She used to be their main healer.”

“No way! Seriously? The one from the video?”

“That’s why they benched her.”

“And now she wants money?”

Elio closed his eyes.

One, two, three…

’Gods, they seriously can’t talk about it later, huh?’

“Apparently not,” Red_King muttered, hearing the same whispers.

James leaned back, arms folded. “Can’t really blame them. It’s the first time player scandal leaked outside the game. Most of the drama stays on forums. This? This hit mainstream. Even a streamer I follow posted a breakdown. With ads.”

Noah grunted. “They’re calling her a cyber Lilith.”

Gil tilted his head. “She’d like that.”

Arcana didn’t even look up. “I’ve logged seventy-two versions of the same Sophia theory and analysis in the past few days.”

“I’ll pass,” Elio muttered, sharp.

Red_King rested his chin on his palm. “Alright, boys and sadistic girls. Can we focus?”

Alex finally spoke, voice smooth. “We need a strategy.”

Gil nodded. “The event marks everyone who gets a drop. Villains will target those players. It’s predictable.”

“So we use that,” Red_King said.

James raised a brow. “As bait?”

“Exactly. We split the villains. Pull some off the main cluster. Isolate them.”

Arcana flipped a page. “You’re forgetting something. They’re villains. They don’t play fair. They don’t fight fair. And the emperor doesn’t move unless it’s calculated.”

Noah leaned forward. “We don’t need to kill them. Just survive long enough to extract the loot.”

Alex tapped the table once. “That means distraction. Diversion.”

“And bait,” Red_King repeated. Then he smiled, sharp and unkind. “We just need to find someone dumb enough to piss off a villain and fast enough not to die.”

James pointed at Arcana. “Him.”

“I will hex you with chronic diarrhea,” Arcana said without looking up.

Elio finally stood. The air around him shifted.

“We’ll form two teams,” he said. “Decoys and extraction. I’ll lead the extraction. Gil, you lead decoys. Arcana will coordinate info feeds. If someone dies, we pull out. No stupid risks.”