Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1468

Chapter 1468: Girls’ Dungeons
Villain Ch 1468. Girls’ Dungeons

Allen sighed. “Let’s just say… It was some kind of boss fight, but it wasn’t in the dungeon.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. Then Gerry snorted. “Yeah. Not in the game dungeon, I bet. I’m sure it was in your girls’ dungeons.”

Allen froze mid-eye-roll. “Dude—”

“Don’t ‘dude’ me,” Gerry cut in, sounding way too smug for someone who thought ‘VRMMO’ was a supplement brand. “You’re the solo protagonist in an R-rated romcom over there. I was legit worried. Thought I’d find you passed out next to a protein shake and a heart monitor.”

Allen groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m fine, okay?”

“You sound fine,” Gerry admitted, then added with mock-seriousness, “So I’m assuming Larissa helped you.”

Allen exhaled through his nose, somewhere between entertained and deeply concerned. “She did help. A lot.”

“See? Queen behavior,” Gerry said. “Alright. Now honest question, man—no bullcrap, no dodging. Are you really okay? You really able to walk? Or are you just doing that dude thing where you’re one thigh spasm away from collapsing but still saying you’re good?”

Allen sat up a bit straighter and looked down at his legs like they were small misbehaving children. “I can walk. Barely. My legs ache like hell. But I’ve done some cooldown work. Kai brought me this foot massager. There’s cream involved. Possibly a butler conspiracy.”

Gerry whistled. “Man’s got post-leg-day butler support. Meanwhile, I iced my own knee with a bag of peas last week.”

Allen laughed. “That’s on you for trying to out-squat your own ego.”

“That’s fair.”

There was a pause. Then Gerry added, “Don’t forget your schedule, okay?”

Allen blinked. “Seriously?”

“Come to the gym tomorrow. I’ll carry your upper half, and you can drag your lower half.”

Allen snorted. “I’ll think about it.”

“You thinking about it while lying in bed with heating pads doesn’t count.”

Allen smirked. “Fine. If I can walk tomorrow without sounding like bubble wrap, I’ll come. But I’m not sure.”

Gerry laughed. “Deal. And hey—take it easy on your respawn points next time.”

Before Allen could respond, Kai knocked lightly on the door.

“Your lunch, sir.”

Allen held the phone away for a second. “Perfect timing.”

Gerry heard and immediately perked up. “Yo! Is that your butler? Tell him I said what’s up. Also, ask if he does meal prep for poor people.”

Allen sighed dramatically. “Gerry says hi. And no, he doesn’t do side gigs.”

Kai, outside the door, replied calmly, “Understood. But I do accept fan mail.”

Gerry cackled through the speaker. “Yo, I love this dude.”

Allen ended the call with a shake of his head, still smiling. As Kai wheeled in the tray with a perfectly portioned light lunch—grilled chicken, quinoa, and some green stuff Allen would squint at later—Allen couldn’t help but feel weirdly grounded.

Kai moved around the room with ease, placing the tray neatly on the small round table next to Allen’s comfy reading chair. Kai glanced up briefly, his expression mild. “Your lunch, sir. Just as you requested—a balanced, light meal.”

Allen eyed the dish skeptically. “Balanced, huh?”

Kai’s lips quirked slightly, the barest hint of amusement slipping through his composed façade. “Yes, sir. High protein for recovery, quinoa for energy, and greens for… everything else.”

Allen chuckled softly. “You know me well. Greens are always a mystery.”

Kai straightened, his hands resting lightly behind his back, the very picture of professionalism. “They’re good for you, sir.”

Allen sighed dramatically, picking up his fork. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Kai inclined his head politely, then stepped briefly out into the hallway. Allen assumed he was done, but a moment later, Kai returned carrying something else—a sleek, futuristic-looking contraption that instantly raised Allen’s eyebrows.

“What the hell is that?” Allen asked, halfway between intrigue and suspicion.

Kai placed the device gently by Allen’s chair. “This, sir, is the foot massager I mentioned. Quite effective.”

Allen eyed the machine warily. “It looks like some sci-fi torture device.”

Kai allowed himself a rare chuckle. “I assure you, it’s quite safe.”

Allen poked at it with his toe, skeptical. “If it eats my feet, Kai, I swear—”

“I promise it won’t consume your limbs,” Kai reassured him, kneeling briefly to adjust some settings on the side panel. With a quiet hum, the machine whirred to life, glowing softly with LED lights that pulsed gently.

“Fancy,” Allen admitted reluctantly.

Kai nodded, satisfied. “It’s ready now, sir.”

Allen cautiously set his plate down and slipped off his slippers, sliding his aching feet into the cushioned openings. A second later, he felt firm pressure encircle his feet, followed by a rolling, rhythmic sensation along his soles and calves. His initial tension melted instantly into relief.

“Oh… okay,” Allen murmured, genuinely surprised. “This isn’t bad.”

Kai’s expression softened into a gentle smile. “I’m glad to hear it, sir.”

Allen settled deeper into his chair, picking up his fork again as Kai quietly tidied up around the room. The combination of warm chicken, hearty quinoa, and whatever mysterious green vegetable he was reluctantly chewing blended oddly well with the soothing foot massage.

“This,” Allen declared around a mouthful, “is incredibly strange, but weirdly amazing.”

Kai stopped briefly by the door, turning slightly with a polite nod. “Indeed, sir. Many guests say the same. Should you require anything else, please call.”

Allen waved lazily, sinking further into comfort. “Thanks, Kai.”

“Of course, sir,” Kai responded smoothly, stepping out and closing the door softly behind him.

The quiet hum of the foot massager and the faint clinking of his fork against the plate filled the room, creating a relaxing, almost meditative ambiance. Allen chewed thoughtfully, staring out the window as sunlight streamed gently across the room, warm against his skin.

As he ate, he found himself laughing softly. It was ridiculous—really ridiculous. Here he was, the infamous Devil Emperor, sitting comfortably in his bedroom getting his feet massaged by a high-tech device while nibbling at quinoa.

“You’ve come a long way, Allen,” he mused out loud, taking another bite.