Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1371

Chapter 1371: How Deep Do You Wanna Dig?

Chapter 1371: How Deep Do You Wanna Dig?

Villain Ch 1371.

How Deep Do You Wanna Dig?

Elio’s lips twitched into a smirk, but there was no humor in his eyes.

“Maybe.” Gil raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, so are we just gonna stand around theorizing, or are we gonna do something about it?” Noah rolled his shoulders.

“Depends.

How deep do you wanna dig?” Elio’s fingers twitched against the hilt of his sword.

“Deep enough to get answers.” James let out a low whistle.

“Then I hope you’re ready.

Because something tells me this rabbit hole goes real deep.” Noah folded his arms, his sharp gaze flicking between Elio and Gil.

“Alright, now I gotta ask-why are you suddenly so interested in this?

Is it because of yesterday?” Gil and Elio nodded in unison.

No hesitation.

Elio let out a sigh.

“And you remember how she suddenly appeared at the event yesterday, right?

Isn’t that weird?” The priest, who had been half-listening while pretending not to, suddenly perked up.

“Wait-she appeared at the event yesterday?

I thought they only invited the three players who won the last war event.” Elio smirked slightly.

“Officially?

Yeah.

But Gil here managed to slip in because his childhood friend was one of the invitees.

He tagged along as a plus one.” Gil grinned.

“Best plus one ever.

I ate like a king.” Elio glanced at James and Noah.

“And these two showed up because-” He stopped, suddenly unsure if he should say it out loud.

James didn’t even flinch.

He just threw up his hands.

“Because we’re rich!” The priest and the sorcerer cringed simultaneously.

Noah let out an amused snort, shaking his head.

“Technically, James is one of the owners of the venue where the event was held.

So yeah, we were there working.

No glorious VIP seats for us like Elio, Valkyrie, or Father^Alex.

We were standing all night.” Elio raised an eyebrow.

“You guys looked pretty relaxed yesterday.” Noah shrugged.

“Relaxed on the outside.

Not in our heads.” Gil clicked his tongue.

“Meanwhile, Sophia showed up because… uh, who was that guy again?” Elio sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Her higher-up from the agency.” James frowned.

“She acted weird though.” Noah nodded.

“Yeah.

She was drunk.

And completely out of place.” The group fell silent for a moment.

The silence wasn’t awkward-it was thoughtful.

Heavy.

Elio ran a hand through his hair.

“Alright.

Let’s break this down.” The sorcerer leaned forward, clearly invested now.

“So, let’s get this straight.

Officially, only the top three players from the last war event were invited to that event.

Gil?

He got in because of a connection.

James and Noah?

They were working the event.

But Sophia-” He snapped his fingers.

“-she shows up completely unrelated to anything.” “Yup.” James hummed in agreement.

“It didn’t sit right with me.

She acted like someone who belonged there, yet clearly not.” Noah exhaled.

“And she wasn’t just drunk.

She was sloppy.

You could tell she was trying to act normal, but it was forced.

Like she was trying too hard.” The priest shifted uncomfortably.

“Okay, but… why does this matter?

Maybe she just wanted to crash the event and got in through connections.” Elio tapped his fingers against his knee.

“It matters because people like Sophia don’t just stumble into high-profile gaming events wasted out of their minds.

She’s calculated.

She always has a reason for everything.” Gil nodded.

“Yeah, that’s the thing.

She knows how to act in public.

Even back when we were all friends, she was always careful about how she presented herself.

This?

This was messy.” “Sophia doesn’t do messy,” chimed the priest.

The sorcerer tilted his head slightly, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

“Unless something forced her hand.” Noah scoffed.

“Obviously, it’s because of Allen.

Her ex turned into a billionaire.

If I were her, I’d go crazy too.” Gil shifted uncomfortably.

“Well… yeah.

I mean, imagine dating a guy, breaking up with him, and then he becomes a literal legend overnight.

That’d mess with anyone.” Noah leaned back, stretching his arms.

“Exactly.

And not just ‘oh, he got rich’-he became a name.

The name.

The kind of person people make theories about, the kind of person everyone either wants to be or wants to beat.” James suddenly sat up straighter.

“You know… I have this bad idea.” Elio glanced at him.

“Tell me.” James tapped his fingers against his bow, eyes flickering with something sharp.

“What if… Sophia is blackmailing Darren and Liam?” The words landed like a stone in the middle of a pond.

A ripple of tension spread through the group.

James continued, voice low but sure.

“Think about it.

Why the hell else would those two suddenly start tailing her like personal bodyguards?

They were our teammates.

And then one day, out of nowhere, they act like her damn entourage?” “That’d explain why they didn’t actually say anything to us when they came sniffing around.

If they are being blackmailed, they couldn’t exactly just tell us,” Noah added.

They already had this in their heads for a while.

Elio’s jaw tightened.

“I asked them before, you know.

When I still had any trust left in them.

They said there was no problem.” James scoffed.

“And that was a damn lie.

Also…” He leaned forward.

“What if she’s also blackmailing that higher-up of hers?

The one who got her into the event.” Silence.

The idea settled over them.

Gil let out a breathy laugh.

“Okay, now that’s insane.” “Is it?” James asked, tilting his head.

“Be honest-when have you ever seen a corporate higher-up bring a random illustrator to an event like that?” Noah nodded slowly.

“Yeah… they usually bring their wife or family.

If they’re single, maybe a secretary or an assistant.

Someone professional.

Someone who makes sense.” Gil frowned.

“But he brought her.” James snapped his fingers.

“Exactly.

And she wasn’t even acting professional.

She was drunk.

Sloppy.

There were a ton of rich dudes and ladies there, but none of them were wasted.

Because it was a business event, not a damn nightclub.” Elio’s expression darkened.

“Which means she wasn’t there for business.

Maybe… he had no choice but to bring her.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

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