Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1485

Chapter 1485: Territory War?
Villain Ch 1485. Territory War?

Ront City had never looked like this before.

For so long, it had been blanketed in gloom—torches casting eerie light against crumbling walls, dark banners fluttering in windless air, the oppressive pressure of fear choking the life from every cobblestone and alley. But now, under the open sky and full sun, it felt like someone had peeled away a dark curtain and finally let the world breathe.

The streets were full of life. Players and NPCs moved side by side, some still stunned by the transformation. Kids laughed as they ran through the streets for the first time in what felt like forever. Merchants reopened their stalls, and guards—real, friendly guards—patrolled with pride instead of menace.

Arcana stood near the heart of it all, eyes locked on the ruins of what once was the Devil Emperor’s dark tower. The foundation was still scorched black, jagged stones jutting out like broken bones, but now, rising in its place was the glowing structure known as the City Core.

[City Core: 31% Reconstruction Complete]

[Estimated Completion Time: 1 Hour 12 Minutes]

A steady stream of light poured from the core, pulsing slowly like a giant heart. The system wouldn’t allow construction to be interrupted while it was within a safe zone—no invasions, no interference. This was their moment to rebuild.

Arcana exhaled slowly, pride swelling in his chest. He hadn’t thought they’d ever reach this point. Months of grinding, strategizing, failed assaults, and broken gear—it all came down to this victory.

A light tap on his shoulder made him turn slightly. VirtualValkyrie—Azura—stood beside him, her hair glinting under the sun, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

“I didn’t expect us to actually make it here,” she said, her voice quiet with wonder. “We did it, Arcana.”

He nodded slowly, throat tight. “I know.”

She chuckled softly. “You’re about to cry, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” Arcana admitted with a half-laugh, wiping the corner of his eye quickly. “Don’t tell the others.”

Too late.

A warm, golden light suddenly washed over them, enveloping the two in a gentle wave of healing energy. Every ache, every scratch, every remaining status effect—gone in an instant.

They turned to the source.

There he stood, as modest and awkward as ever—Father^Alex, staff in hand, glowing with divine energy. It pulsed with layered enchantments and inscriptions, clearly no ordinary weapon. Still with his shy smile on his face.

Behind him stood Red_King, arms crossed and watching the scene with quiet satisfaction, and Mastercraft, practically beaming with pride. The crafter looked like he’d just personally won the game.

“Congrats,” Red_King said, stepping forward. “That was one hell of a climb.”

Father^Alex nodded shyly. “You really did it, Arcana.”

Azura tilted her head, eyeing the staff. “That’s the new one?”

Father^Alex nodded again, shifting a little like the attention made him nervous. “Yeah. Epic class.”

Mastercraft stepped forward, obviously unable to hold back anymore. “Fully custom,” he said with a wide grin. “Hybrid regen and burst-heal build. Dual-passive system. Took me two days to finish it. Worth it.”

“It’s beautiful,” Arcana said honestly. “Perfect for Alex.”

Elio arrived next, flanked by Gil and Erenblade. The trio looked like they’d come straight from PvP training—dusty, armed, and grinning like lunatics.

“You guys really brought that thing down,” Gil said, slapping Arcana on the back with a wide grin. “Honestly thought the tower would collapse on top of itself before you managed it.”

“I was betting on it exploding,” Erenblade added, flashing a grin. “Figured you’d get a big cinematic ending.”

Azura smirked, brushing a bit of dust from her gauntlet. “We got a system message and a sunbeam. That’s dramatic enough for me.”

Elio chuckled, stepping forward with his usual calm confidence. “Still, you earned it. That final boss wasn’t playing around. I saw the cursed flame rotation on the VOD—you guys held better than I expected.”

“Barely,” Arcana said with a tired laugh. “Most of us were one mistake away from a wipe. The DPS checks were brutal.”

The group laughed, tension lifting.

“What’s the core at?” Gil asked, squinting toward the glowing pillar.

“Thirty-one percent,” Arcana answered. “It’s slow, but guaranteed.”

“One hour, twelve minutes,” Azura added. “Until the city’s fully restored.”

“And then?” Elio asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

Arcana shrugged. “Depends. Could be a system event. Could trigger a territory war with the emperor again. Or maybe we get peace for once.”

Gil snorted. “Peace? In Hell’s Gate?”

“No chance,” Erenblade laughed. “Especially not when the Devil Emperor’s still out there.”

The mention of him made the group quiet for a moment.

Arcana looked out toward the city walls, a pensive shadow crossing his expression. “He hasn’t shown up yet.”

“Do you think he will?” Azura asked.

“Oh, definitely,” Mastercraft muttered. “This is the kind of moment he loves ruining.”

Red_King nodded grimly. “He might not fight. But he’ll appear. He always does.”

Elio adjusted his sword on his back. “Then we’ll be ready.”

“Speak of the devil…” Azura murmured.

A strange hush began to fall across the city. Players who were previously celebrating stopped mid-cheer. NPCs paused, heads turning. Above the central street, a strange shimmer appeared—dark and elegant, like a tear in the fabric of space itself.

And from that rift, stepped a familiar figure.

Tall. Sharp. Unmistakably regal in his long, flowing coat of dark crimson and obsidian black. Glowing eyes beneath a shadowed crown. Calm steps. No weapons drawn.

The Devil Emperor had arrived.

And he was smiling.

Not a kind smile. Not a warm one. But a slow, wicked, confident curve of the lips that sent a chill down the spine of every player watching.

He said nothing at first.

Just… observed.

The Ironclad Legion stood tall in the plaza, weapons ready, instincts flaring. But Arcana raised a hand calmly.

“Hold,” he said. “Let him speak.”

Allen’s voice was calm. Almost too calm.

“Congratulations,” he said smoothly, his tone soaked in mock sincerity. “You reclaimed the city.”

No one replied.

He looked at the Core, then slowly back at them.

“I look forward to seeing how long you can hold it.”