Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1471

Chapter 1471: Rising Star
Villain Ch 1471. Rising Star

Vivian giggled. “Aw, look at us. Already planning out Allen’s future harem extensions.”

“Future?” Allen raised an eyebrow. “You make it sound like it’s not already chaos.”

“Oh, it is,” Shea said. “We just like pretending we’re organized.”

Allen laughed quietly.

Zoe stood, stretching slowly. “Speaking of too much going on… You mentioned Elio got new armor?”

Allen nodded. “Yeah. He took his guild through Eternal Night. Double bosses, three minibosses, no wipes. Rare class armor drop—synergy-based. People are calling it cinematic-tier movement. They’re not wrong.”

“Bet he looks smug as hell,” Larissa muttered.

“Oh, absolutely,” Allen said. “Thread’s blowing up on the forums. And if that wasn’t enough, Celestial Vanguard just scored a legendary material drop for Father^Alex. Mastercraft’s already forging an epic staff for him. If even half the rumors are true, healers won’t need tanks anymore.”

Jane snorted. “And we thought the last meta shift was bad.”

Vivian crossed her arms, looking thoughtful. “Then it’s time we got serious.”

Allen turned toward the massive iron doors that led deeper into the cursed domain. “Exactly what I was thinking. I’m ready for the raid.”

“Finally,” Bella said, hopping up beside him. “I’ve been itching for some chaos.”

“Any changes in boss mechanics?” Zoe asked.

Allen flicked open his system menu, bringing up the updated dungeon report. “A few. There’s a chance of a rare spawn in the Hall of Silence. Also, if we clear fast enough, the Overlord Shade might appear in the cursed atrium. High risk, high reward.”

Larissa leaned in, her blood-red eyes flickering with excitement. “Should we try it out?”

Allen didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely. I just need a bit more to get to my next tier. How about you guys?”

A chorus of answers followed almost instantly.

“Yup,” Vivian said.

“Same,” Jane added with a small shrug.

“Me too,” Bella grinned, tails swishing.

Zoe stood from the seat with her arms crossed. “That place also might have a good drop for us. We need more preparation for the next war.”

Allen nodded. “Agree. Let’s go.”

Without wasting another second, the group made their way toward the portal room. The stone floor beneath their boots clicked in rhythmic steps. The portal stood in the middle of a wide, rune-covered platform, eerie blue light swirling inside its frame like an ocean vortex flipped upside down.

Allen selected the destination. “Hall of Silence.”

The system prompt blinked.

[Are you sure you wish to enter this dungeon: Hall of Silence (Recommended Level: 200+)?]

[Yes / No]

“Everyone ready?” Allen looked over his shoulder.

Vivian cracked her knuckles. “Always.”

Shea gave a wink. “Don’t worry. I packed us some fun.”

“Good,” Allen smirked, and tapped Yes.

The portal swallowed them whole in a blink, and the next thing Allen saw was stark, ash-gray stone and a suffocating silence.

They had arrived.

The Hall of Silence lived up to its name. The entire place felt like sound had been strangled to death. The distant echo of wind was dull and artificial, like a haunted breath that couldn’t quite escape. Monolithic statues loomed on either side of the entry path, their eyes hollow, their mouths stitched shut. The air was cold, dry, and electric—like the moment right before a thunderclap.

Everything here screamed: tread carefully.

But Allen wasn’t planning on tiptoeing through this place.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Bella muttered, tails slowly curling tighter.

“Same,” Alice said, glancing around. “I don’t like quiet. It’s unnatural.”

“No mobs in sight yet,” Shea observed. “Think they’re deeper in?”

Allen took a step forward… and then paused.

“Wait,” Zoe said, eyes narrowing. “Something’s off.”

A flicker of movement near the entrance of the dungeon caught Allen’s eye—and then three. No, three full raid groups, fully armed and standing like sentinels just past the gate. Their banners were recognizable. High-level guilds. Serious names.

Allen instantly recognized the colors—Order of Valiance, Lunar Dominion, and Crimson Pact. All three had members with prestige titles and Mythic-level gear. This wasn’t just a coincidence.

Allen let out a low, amused chuckle, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Guess we got our appetizer.”

“Should we wave?” Vivan huffed.

Larissa clicked her tongue. “Let’s not. They’re not here to make friends.”

“Think they’re farming the rare spawn?” Bella asked, tilting her head. “Because we’re definitely not the only ones who read the patch notes.”

“They’re not just farming,” Zoe said calmly. “They’re staking this place.”

Allen stepped forward, not breaking eye contact with the frontmost group—Order of Valiance. A few familiar faces among them. Not Elio himself, but a high knight named Erenblade. A bastard with a smug smile and a serious PvP record.

Erenblade was standing just off-center, his black-and-gold armor gleaming under the cursed torches that lit the entrance to the Hall of Silence. He was talking to someone, probably giving out orders or showing off like usual, but the second Allen and the girls crossed into visibility range, the entire group paused.

One by one, heads turned.

Conversations stopped.

Even from this distance, Allen could see it—the shift in the atmosphere. Like a ripple in dark water. Their presence had registered.

Zoe, standing just to his left, let out a low hum. “Didn’t expect a crowd.”

“Three raid groups?” Bella said, her voice lilting with amusement. “I thought this place was too high level for tourists.”

“Guess everyone’s getting cocky,” Jane muttered.

But Allen? He just grinned.

His Devil Emperor aura flared slightly—like a flicker of heat under cold skin, something ancient waking up inside him. The shadows clung tighter to his armor, and his eyes gleamed with the same fire that had made entire guilds reroute their warpaths in the past.

“Allen—” Larissa started, but he was already stepping forward.

“Let’s kill them, shall we?” he said, voice smooth, almost playful. “And that Erenblade guy… he’s mine.”

Vivian’s wings twitched slightly behind her. She turned toward the others, her succubus charm already beginning to shimmer around her in waves of heat and illusion. “Then we’ll take care of the rest.”