Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1238

Chapter 1238: Too Much Foreshadowing?

Chapter 1238: Too Much Foreshadowing?

Villain Ch 1238.

Too Much Foreshadowing?

“Here you go,” the staff member said, handing him the neatly wrapped box.

“Have a wonderful day!” “Thanks,” Allen said, slipping the package into his jacket pocket before heading back outside.

The cool air hit him as he stepped onto the sidewalk, and he glanced at the clock on his phone again.

Still plenty of time.

Too much, really.

He considered his options for a moment before a thought struck him.

There was a coffee shop near Zoe’s university-a quiet little spot he’d stumbled across before.

Perfect place to kill some time and maybe get some work done.

His lips twitched into a small smirk as he climbed back onto his bike.

“Why not?” The coffee shop was exactly as he remembered it: cozy, with soft lighting and a faint aroma of roasted beans lingering in the air.

The hum of conversation filled the space, but it wasn’t loud enough to be distracting.

Allen ordered a black coffee-no sugar, no nonsense-and found a corner table near the window.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers moving instinctively to the notes app.

Writing had always been his escape, his way of channeling the chaos in his mind into something tangible.

He didn’t need his laptop; his phone was more than enough for drafting ideas and outlining chapters.

The caffeine began to kick in, inspiration struck.

His latest story-a LitRPG urban fantasy-had been taking shape in his mind for days.

The protagonist, Damian, was on the verge of a major revelation about his identity, and Allen couldn’t wait to flesh it out.

His thumbs flew over the screen.

Chapter 112 Draft: Damian’s Past Revelation – Ba-thump!

Damian’s heart pounded, slow and heavy, as his body became a battlefield.

Pain gripped every muscle, every breath a struggle, his chest crushed under an invisible weight.

His head felt like it was splitting apart, tearing from within.

Nails dug into his scalp, desperate to stop the chaos, but it only worsened.

Memories surged-faces, places, and voices from a past he couldn’t remember.

The voices weren’t from this life; they were ancient, deep, and relentless.

They clashed in his mind, overwhelming him, yet familiar-those voices had always been there, guiding him through every battle.

It was a memory from his previous life… —– Allen leaned back in his chair, his thoughts spinning as he stared at the words on the screen.

The coffee shop buzzed around him, but he was too deep in his head to notice.

Was he putting too much foreshadowing into this story?

Was the reveal taking too long?

He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Hopefully, they won’t get bored with this,” he muttered to himself.

This story was different from his usual harem LitRPG fare.

It wasn’t just about collecting a group of overpowered allies and steamrolling the plot.

This time, he wanted to underscore the wholesome moments.

The relationships.

The growth.

He even planned to introduce the MC’s harem members gradually-adding them one by one, bit by bit.

Not all at once like he usually did.

“I guess there’s no harm in changing the pace once in a while,” he said under his breath, taking a sip of his coffee.

The warmth grounded him, bringing him back to the present.

The door to the coffee shop jingled as another customer walked in, but Allen didn’t look up.

His focus returned to his phone, refining the draft, tweaking sentences here and there.

The memory reveal was crucial-a turning point for Damian and a window into his mysterious past.

“Alright,” he muttered, saving his work and locking the screen.

“This’ll do for now.” Allen leaned back, stretching his arms above his head and letting his mind wander.

At the counter of the same shop, Mila queued for the cashier.

She had been out all morning, hanging with her friends and running errands near the university.

After she finished, she decided to treat herself before heading back-something warm and sweet, her go-to comfort.

“Hi, can I get a matcha latte, please?

Medium, no whipped cream,” she said to the barista, fishing her wallet out of her bag.

“Coming right up,” the barista replied, handing her a receipt.

Mila turned around, clutching her phone, ready to find a quiet spot to wait-only to freeze in her tracks.

There he was, sitting by the window, leaning back in his chair with that familiar calm aura.

His dark hair caught the sunlight filtering through the glass, and his sharp features made him look like something out of a magazine.

Her heart leaped into her throat.

‘Allen!’ She swallowed hard, her face instantly warming.

‘Relax, Mila.

It’s just Allen.

No big deal.

He’s just sitting there, probably working on something…’ But her feet didn’t move.

She stared, debating whether to approach or leave before he noticed her.

A few beats passed, and she finally made a decision.

‘Screw it.

Say hi.

Don’t overthink this.’ She took a deep breath, adjusted her bag, and approached his table.

“Hey, Allen,” she said, her voice as steady as she could manage.

Allen looked up from his phone, mildly surprised to see Mila standing there.

Her cheeks were tinged pink, and she fidgeted slightly, clearly trying to act casual.

“Hey,” he said, setting his phone down.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Yeah, I was just out with some friends,” Mila replied, smiling nervously.

“Thought I’d grab a latte before heading back.” “Good choice,” Allen said, nodding toward the counter.

“This place makes decent matcha.” Mila hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

She glanced at the empty seat across from him.

“Mind if I sit?” Allen considered her for a moment.

He’d been keeping his distance from Mila, knowing she had a crush on him.

He wasn’t sure how to handle it at first-her feelings were obvious.

Still, something about the way she approached him now, hesitant yet determined, made him rethink his stance.

‘Maybe… it’s time to give her a chance.’ “Sure,” he said, gesturing to the seat.

“Go ahead.” Mila’s face lit up, and she quickly slid into the chair, clutching her bag in her lap.

“Thanks.

I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything.” “You’re not,” Allen said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Just passing the time before meeting someone.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

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