Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1612. PvE-PvP

“What the—?”

His vision tilted.

Because suddenly, Jane had pinched both of his cheeks with her hands and turned his head to her—face-to-face, like she was inspecting a cute pet or a new cursed artifact.

Her voice was sweet and innocent.

“Oh… he’s in Devil Emperor mode again.”

Allen blinked.

“…”

He didn’t say anything.

He couldn’t. Not with her fingers pulling his face into derpy scrunched-cheek expressions.

“Jane.” His voice was muffled. “Let go.”

“I dunno,” she sang, tilting his head left and right. “Do you even remember us when you go full ‘merciless dungeon monarch’? Or do you just see everything in red?”

Behind them, Larissa sighed and pressed two fingers to her temple. “Seriously? He was in his zone, and you broke it like that?”

“Poor Allen,” Alice chimed in, floating in a lazy upside-down hover just behind Jane, her tone teasing but clearly amused. “He just incinerated a squad with one AoE, and now he’s getting cheek-pinched like a toddler.”

“Sorryyyy~” Jane said, finally letting go and taking a dramatic step back like she’d been banished. “But someone had to remind him we’re still here.”

Allen slowly straightened his face.

And looked at her.

No words.

Just the kind of stare that said ‘You’re lucky I like you alive.’

Jane grinned wider. “See? He’s back.”

Shea chuckled from behind a pillar, resting her elbow against a glowing vein of crystal. “Anyway, that one group of players… That was wild. But maybe it’s just a fluke. Maybe we won’t run into another party.”

She glanced around.

“Right? I mean, the plaza’s still packed with players partying. We got lucky.”

“Yeah,” Zoe muttered. “Let’s hope.”

Vivian, meanwhile, had opened her chat interface, lazily swiping through the tabs. She’d been silent since the last fight—cool, poised. Until she paused mid-scroll.

Her smile twitched.

She cringed.

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” she said slowly.

Shea looked over. “Why?”

Vivian rotated the floating interface toward them.

“Just… check the world chat.”

Everyone’s HUD lit up as their chat overlays unfolded in a wave of shimmering light, syncing to World Chat.

And then they saw it.

The flood.

WraithBreaker32: YO THIS DUNGEON DROPPING PALE HEART CORES RN WTF

VoidNova9: ALL PARTIES TO GLASS MAW ASAP. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

MaceDaddy: WHO NEEDS A TANK? I’LL STRIP FOR A SLOT

AetherBladez: We need crafters online NOW. This is weapon mat goldmine.

Neko-chanUwU: got 1 pale core and kissed by my tank… what a day

HolySimp69: organizing a raid party rn—pls have gear score 3k+, no scrubs

EliMain: EVEN I’M COMING. SAVE ME A SPOT OR I’LL FIND YOU

GoldenFae: New info says the devil emperor is already inside.

ManaMancer: good. I want revenge. Let’s wipe him and get the drops!

The chat just kept going.

And going.

And growing.

Starforge13: That last event? Got me FIRED UP. We can kill him. I swear.

WindRider87: I’m done being scared. That priest proved it. -1 HP or not, he BLEEDS.

LancerKun: GEAR UP. We grind. We build. We strike. We bring down the Emperor.

DivineShadow: I’m not gonna miss this wave. This time, we break his throne.

KaleidoHex: LET’S BECOME THE LEGENDS WHO DEFEATED HIM.

YandereBarbie: Devil Emperor’s sexy but I’m still farming his head for earrings.

HammerNova: We got stronger. This is our arc. Time for the boss to fall.

GhostWaltz: They think this dungeon’s theirs. Let’s remind them who owns the grind.

SageOfAsh: The last event showed us what’s possible. Now we make it real.

CrimsonCure: WE ARE COMING.

ReaperQueenX: ALL SERVERS. ALL GUILDS. LET’S F**KING GO.

The world chat bar continued to pulse with new messages every second, almost glowing with energy.

The tone wasn’t just hopeful.

It was rallying.

A fire had been lit across the server.

And its heat?

Was marching straight toward the Devil Emperor.

For a moment, none of them spoke. But some of them cringed.

Allen’s eyes narrowed slightly. His internal interface pinged softly. Five new party entries just flagged the Glass Maw region. Two more had already passed through the exterior portal.

[System Alert – Dungeon Activity Spike Detected]

Region: Glass Maw – Subsector: Hollow Cathedral Gate

New Party Entry Logged: [BlackEdge Reavers]

New Party Entry Logged: [FrostLoom Syndicate]

New Party Entry Logged: [Order of the Iron Dream]

New Party Entry Logged: [Crimson Vow]

New Party Entry Logged: [Team Foxbite]

Two additional raid groups detected passing through Exterior Portal.

Estimated arrival in local map: <02:31>

Dungeon Threat Level: Escalating

Server Status: PvE-PvP Cross-Flag Activated

Note: Instance-wide visibility enabled for system-tracked Legend-class entity [Devil Emperor].

You are now being monitored by 12+ active parties.

It was turning into a storm.

Not the fun kind.

Not the “dodge lightning and flex your DPS” kind.

But the wave kind. The kind that rolled in—slow, heavy, unstoppable—and swallowed everything stupid enough to stand still.

Vivian sighed, flicking her interface closed with a sharp snap of her fingers. “Welp.”

Shea leaned forward from the crystal archway, wings twitching slightly. “Wait. They can track other players now?”

Allen didn’t even look up. His eyes were still on the pinging system notifications scrolling in real-time like a live war report.

“Yup,” he said. “This is a high-tier dungeon, remember? PvE and PvP both activated by default once more than three parties enter the field.”

Larissa’s brow furrowed as she flicked blood off her blade with a practiced twist. “But why can they detect us specifically?”

Allen turned his head slowly, one brow raised. “New item mall package,” he said dryly. “Limited-time stuff. You buy it, and it lets you see flagged players—Legend-tier titles or bounty status—when they’re in certain zones or dungeons.”

The girls collectively cringed.

“Guess some of them used it,” he added with a shrug.

There was a long pause.

A heavy, loaded one.

The kind of pause where everyone digested the fact that half the server probably knew exactly where they were, and what they were doing.

The storm wasn’t just coming.

It was already at the door.

The rest of them just stood there for a moment, letting that sink in.

Then—Zoe was the first to speak.

She didn’t raise her voice.

Didn’t flinch.

Just cracked her knuckles one by one, her tentacle hair coiling behind her like predators waking up.

“…This is bad.”

Shea groaned. “Guess we’re gonna be very busy today.”

Jane opened her mouth—probably to make some kind of “We love a challenge” comment—but Allen raised a hand.

“No quips,” he said flatly.

And the room went quiet again.

Not because he was angry.

But because they all recognized the look in his eyes.

It was that same cold, calculating, untouchable look that took over when the balance tipped from “fun event” to incoming war.

Allen turned away from the chat screen, his cloak sweeping behind him like a shadow with purpose.

“If they want to come,” he said, “then we welcome them.”

Larissa smirked. “With open blades?”

“With broken bodies,” Allen replied.

Zoe cracked her neck, mana gathering at her fingertips. “I’ll flood the whole damn level if I have to.”

Vivian blew a kiss at the glowing air. “Let’s give them something to remember.”

Alice hovered back into formation, expression gleefully amused. “You know they’ll think this is scripted.”

Bella—quiet until now—closed her spellbook and muttered, “Let them think whatever they want.”

Jane lifted her staff and spun it once.

“Let’s grind.”

Allen raised his hand toward the corridor leading deeper into the dungeon, and now… the inevitable swarm of greedy, high-level players hoping to snag their lucky moment.

And the next page?

Would be bloody.

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