Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1829: Hit. Run. Repeat

Villain Ch 1829. Hit. Run. Repeat

The Crypts were quiet.

Not dead quiet—because nothing in the Cursed Crypts ever truly died—but that kind of charged silence that buzzed beneath the skin, like something ancient was holding its breath.

The torches along the walls burned green. Not aesthetic. Not atmospheric. They were just cursed. Broken pillars, ghostly whispers, flickering dungeon sigils still echoing old event scripts.

And here they were.

Villains of the realm.

Waiting.

Allen lounged on his throne, all relaxed devil-emperor attitude—one leg thrown lazily over the armrest. His girls were scattered around the room in their usual ’unbothered but beautiful’ way.

Jane was perched sideways on a ruined stone chair, legs folded like a psycho monk, eyes glued to her hologram feed. The green light cast sharp shadows across her face, giving her that perfectly unhinged necromancer look. She glowed evil.

Bella sprawled upside down on a broken pillar like a fox who forgot gravity. Her tails were twitching as she argued with Alice, who sat beside her with the elegance of a villainess who read grimoires for fun and had probably cursed three bloodlines before lunch.

Zoe stood with her arms crossed, tentacles idly swaying, as if she were trying to look patient and failing spectacularly.

Larissa reclined with a wine glass filled with something way too red to be wine.

Shea hovered—literally—using a mana bubble as her chair, swaying back and forth like a lazy siren waiting for a boat to capsize.

Vivian? Well, Vivian was lounging with her legs draped across the back of a gargoyle statue like it was a chaise lounge. No notes. Pure succubus chaos.

And above them, a shared translucent system interface flickered in the air, slowly updating names—players who had acquired epic-tier event items. Each one flagged with the [Marked by the Throne] status.

Max: 100.

Current: 82… 83… 84…

Bella sat up suddenly. “I bet all my dignity they’ll hit 100.” Before, the devs said it wouldn’t reach 100.

Alice didn’t look up from her spell-scroll. “You still have dignity?”

“I do, duh,” Bella huffed. “Jane doesn’t.” Discover more novels at novèlfire.net

She pointed a finger toward Jane, who didn’t even react. She just grinned wickedly, eyes still locked on the player list, muttering something that sounded vaguely inhuman.

Larissa squinted. “Okay… why does she look like Allen in full psychopath mode?”

Allen didn’t even flinch. “Hey. I heard that. I’m sitting here quietly, being a good boy, and I still get slandered.”

Shea giggled. “Just don’t forget to let your Devil Emperor side out when the countdown hits. We want carnage, not cuddle.”

Vivian tilted her head. “She’s definitely possessed. Look at her posture. That’s anime-villain energy. She’s sitting like she just wrote everyone’s death date in alphabetical order.”

Zoe muttered, “Maybe she’s been reading murder mysteries again.”

Allen finally turned his head slightly toward Jane. Her silhouette was oddly composed—legs crossed, eyes glowing, head tilted ever-so-slightly downward. Classic certain anime with a note and a death god’s posture. He could practically hear the theme song in the background.

“I think I know this pose,” Allen murmured. “But don’t worry. She’s just… method acting.”

“I prefer the term ’immersive research,’” Jane said, her voice low and entirely too delighted.

Allen exhaled and refocused on the list. 96… 97…

“Alright,” he said, “fun’s over. Focus.”

Zoe blinked. “On what?”

“The guild leaders,” Allen replied, voice level. “Most of them bought flight passes from the item mall.”

Larissa nodded slowly. “I saw them. White wings. Expensive.”

“They’ll need them,” Allen said. “We’re airborne threats. All of us. If they stay grounded, they’ll die fast.”

Shea floated higher. “Yeah, but you know… gamers are rich these days.”

Jane finally snapped out of her murder trance. “They also have dragon mounts.”

“Right,” Allen said. “But we all saw how the last event went. Dragons are great for ranged players. Sniping. Casting. They’re garbage for melee. The hitboxes are trash.”

Shea snorted. “True. I saw a guy get clipped off his mount by a fence.”

Vivian stretched lazily. “So what’s the plan, boss?”

Allen nodded toward the shared interface. “System says once the last player is marked, there’s a ten-minute grace period before we’re allowed to engage. That gives them time to panic. Form groups. Hide. Or bait us.”

“That’s when we hunt,” Allen’s voice turned cold.

They all leaned in now. Slight shifts. No smiles.

“We’re not doing a grand entrance,” Allen continued. “No flare. No announcements. We spread out. Pick targets. Hit. Run. Repeat.”

“Hit and run?” Zoe asked. “Seriously?”

“Why waste time?” Allen said. “The system lets us see their locations. They can hide—but only for so long.”

Bella’s tails flicked. “And if they ambush us?”

“We retreat,” Allen said. “Regroup. Recalculate. We’re villains. Not idiots.”

Vivian leaned on her elbow, smile flashing. “So cold. So strategic. I love it.”

Alice tilted her head. “Should we prioritize items based on type?”

“Yes,” Allen nodded. “Some of the items are more useful. Artifacts. Core weapons. We get those first. The useless crap? We’ll chase them later.”

Jane tilted her head. “Any names worth killing just for fun?”

Allen actually smirked. “A few. I marked them in red.”

Shea gave an approving purr. “I love it when you’re organized.”

98… 99…

The counter ticked. A breath held across the world.

Then—

100.

A soft chime rang through their crypt, subtle but clear.

The system updated in real time.

[Event Phase: COUNTDOWN – 10:00 UNTIL HUNTING BEGINS]

Players with [Marked by the Throne] status have been revealed.

Villain-class engagement unlocked in: 10 minutes.

Prepare accordingly.

The system message blinked above them, golden and ominous, hanging in the air like a war declaration written in velvet.

Allen didn’t move. Not yet.

He sat on his throne still, fingers steepled beneath his chin, legs crossed at the knee. Black coat draped over one side like a shadow with a heartbeat. His eyes flicked toward the list again—names still updating, ranks shifting. The countdown ticked beneath the projected map.

Once it 00:00

Allen stood.

The girls rose too. Wings flaring. Magic humming. Ready.

“Let’s begin.”

And then?

They vanished into the dark.