Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1384

Chapter 1384: Blasphemy!

Chapter 1384: Blasphemy!

Villain Ch 1384.

Blasphemy!

Allen exhaled through his nose, nodding as he got back into position.

The burn in his legs was real, but he pushed through.

He had a reputation to uphold, dammit.

But the real problem?

The gym members.

At first, it had just been a few glances.

People noticed him, whispering.

But then, as Gerry kept calling him Young Master like a lunatic, more people started to really look.

Some just stared, recognizing his face from the magazines and news articles.

Others whispered among themselves, clearly debating whether it was actually him or just some guy who looked like him.

And, of course, there were those who looked downright confused.

Because why the hell would Goldborne’s heir be in a regular gym?

“Is that really him?” “Bro, no way.

Isn’t he supposed to have, like, a private gym?” “Yeah, or at least go to some elite gym, not this place.” “Maybe he’s just slumming it for fun?” Allen heard every single whisper, but he kept his expression blank, choosing to ignore them.

He was starting to get used to this kind of reaction.

Didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying as hell, though.

Gerry, of course, thrived in this kind of chaos.

“Alright, next up-walking lunges!

Let’s go, Young Master!” Allen glared at him.

“I will end you.” Gerry grinned.

“Oh, I’d like to see you try with those spaghetti legs.” Allen muttered something under his breath but grabbed the weights anyway.

He knew people were watching.

He could feel their stares.

But whatever.

He wasn’t here to impress them.

He was here to train.

Mark, watching all of this unfold, sighed.

“You guys do realize you’re making a scene, right?” Gerry smirked.

“We live for the scene, Mark.” Mark shook his head, crossing his arms.

“Allen, you good?” Allen exhaled, standing up straight.

His legs burned like hell.

Every damn muscle in his lower body was screaming at him, but he wasn’t about to give Gerry the satisfaction of seeing him collapse.

No way in hell.

“Do I look good to you?

Gerry is literally torturing me right now.” Gerry waved a hand dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just skip the whining and start counting.” Allen huffed but didn’t argue.

He knew he had to do it anyway.

Complaining wouldn’t change a damn thing.

He adjusted his stance, got into position, and started counting out reps.

Mark, who usually went for a walk or did his own workout while they trained, decided to stay this time, watching the two of them bicker like an old married couple.

He leaned against the squat rack, smirking slightly before speaking up.

“Hey, Allen, serious question-do you plan to stay a member here?” Allen raised an eyebrow, still mid-rep.

“What do you mean?” Mark shrugged.

“I mean, you’re a Young Master now.

Shouldn’t you have, like, your own private gym?” Before Allen could answer, Gerry scoffed.

“Is this about us causing a scene?

‘Cause that’s on you, Mark, for standing too close to our greatness.” Mark rolled his eyes.

“No, dumbass, I was joking about that.

I just meant-why the hell is Allen still here?

He could buy an entire gym if he wanted to.

Hell, maybe he already has one.” Allen smirked.

“Maybe I like it here.” Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Really?

You like dealing with people staring at you all the time?” Allen sighed.

“That’s annoying, yeah.

But I don’t really care.

I mean, working out alone feels off…” Mark hummed in thought.

“I guess that makes sense… but still, a Young Master using shared gym equipment?

Man, you could have state-of-the-art stuff in your own damn house.” Gerry suddenly grinned like an idiot.

“But-” he pointed at himself dramatically, “-he doesn’t have a loyal trainer like me.” Mark snorted.

“Yeah, but you could just use his gym equipment in his private gym.” Gerry opened his mouth to argue-then stopped.

Silence.

Then his expression shifted.

His eyes widened, like the realization had just hit him.

“Oh, shit!” Mark smirked.

“Yeah.

Exactly.” Gerry whipped his head toward Allen so fast it was a miracle he didn’t snap his own neck.

“Dude.” He grabbed Allen’s shoulders, excitement radiating off of him.

“Invite me to your private gym!” Allen, who had just lifted the barbell for his next set, felt the sudden extra weight from Gerry’s hands and nearly dropped it.

His arms trembled as he adjusted, barely keeping it steady.

“GERRY, GET OFF ME!” Gerry laughed but didn’t let go.

“Bro, seriously!

Why the hell am I wasting my time in this place when I could be training in luxury?!

HOOK ME UP!” Allen shot him the nastiest glare he could muster while trying not to collapse.

“I swear to God, if you don’t let go-” Gerry finally released him, raising his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’m just saying!

You’ve been holding out on me, man!

How long are you gonna keep your rich people gym a secret?!” Allen rolled his shoulders, setting the weight back on the rack.

“I never even used it.” Gerry gasped.

“WHAT?” He looked physically offended.

“Blasphemy!” Mark chuckled, shaking his head.

“See?

This is why I brought it up.

I knew he would react like this.” Gerry crossed his arms.

“Alright, so, real talk-why the hell are you here and not in your fancy gym?” Allen sighed.

“Because this gym feels normal.

Private gyms feel… weird.

Like, I don’t know.

I just like the atmosphere here.

Plus, if I train alone all the time, I’d probably slack off.” Gerry pointed at himself.

“Oh, so I’m the real reason you stay motivated, huh?” Allen rolled his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Mark smirked.

“Nah, I think he’s got a point.

If you had nobody yelling at you, you’d probably just do, like, two sets and call it a day.” Allen glared.

“I would never do that.” Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Mmhmm.

Sure.” Gerry grinned.

“See?

This is why you need me, bro.” Allen sighed heavily, grabbing his towel and wiping the sweat off his face.

“This conversation has been nothing but slander against me.” Mark laughed.

“We do it out of love.” Allen rolled his eyes, still catching his breath from the brutal leg day session.

“Yeah, yeah, if this is love, I’d rather be hated.” Gerry clapped a hand on his back, grinning like a devil.

“Come on, Young Master, admit it.

You’d be lost without me.” Allen smirked.

“Oh, no doubt.

Who else would I use as my personal weight rack?” Mark snorted.

“Gotta admit, that was a good one.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

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