Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1503

Chapter 1503: Brave Idiots
Villain Ch 1503. Brave Idiots

Red_King: This whole event’s gonna be a damn suicide run and we all know it. Smh.

Arcana: Better to die on our feet than live in his creepy bone throne world, right? Besides, what kind of guild would we be if we didn’t at least try?

Red_King: You could’ve not clicked the COUNTER button, you know. Could’ve chosen the base-building reward. Set up a nice little outpost. Hot springs. Shops. Tea.

Arcana: And miss the chance to kick open the Devil Emperor’s front door? Come on, Red. You know me. I see a cursed gate, I knock. If it growls, I kick harder. *Evil laughter emoji*

Red_King: So this wasn’t a strategic decision?

Arcana: It was! Strategically speaking, it’s very important to… uhh… understand our enemy. And what better way to understand him than by ransacking his lair and stealing his weird glowing furniture? *I’m a genius GIF*

Red_King: You’re just curious about his bedsheets, admit it. *Smirk emoji*

Arcana: I mean. What thread count does the Devil Emperor use? Asking for the wiki.

FlameNoodle: Y’all are gonna die joking and I respect that.

MaidWithAScythe: Please livestream the moment someone steps on a trap and dies miserably.

Arcana: Can’t wait *Innocent smile emoji*

Red_King: This is gonna be the dumbest, most glorious raid attempt we’ve ever done.

Arcana: Exactly. Win or lose, we make history.

Allen chuckled, sipping his tea as the warmth bloomed across his tongue. The blend was smooth—mild bitterness wrapped in grassy sweetness. It calmed him more than it should’ve, given how much trash talk was exploding across his screen.

“Idiots,” he said fondly. “Brave idiots.”

He kept scrolling.

Hushsong: If we win, what happens? Do we get to own the Cursed Crypts? I’m curious.

SystemMod_Kuro: Not own, but control. You get build rights and special loot for X days. Then it rotates again. PvEvP rules apply.

Hushsong: Wait—where’d you get that info? Did they post it somewhere? Dev blog? Patch notes?

SystemMod_Kuro: my head ofc *Innocent grin emoji*

Hushsong: so… you just made that up?

SystemMod_Kuro: nah, I divined it from the sacred code. Also, maybe I heard a whisper in the patch notes. Or maybe I’m lying. Who knows?

FlameNoodle: Mod_Kuro out here speedrunning “least trustworthy source” but making it look cool.

MaidWithAScythe: Can we get a source? SystemMod_Kuro “dude trust me”

Arcana: He’s probably 70% right. That’s good enough for me. The rest is just suffering and improvisation anyway.

CrybabyCleric: But what if we lose?

SoftServeSorcerer: Then we shut up and try again next season. With less crying. And better pants.

Allen’s smirk turned into a slow grin as he read on. The back-and-forth was exactly what he’d expected. Some players were hyped, others nervous. A few smart ones were trying to theorycraft around his known skills and public boss mechanics. But most?

Most had no clue what they were walking into.

He leaned back against the counter, thumb flicking lazily through the endless wall of forum fire.

Finally, he paused on a reply from someone named VoidTheory, whose post was quieter—almost analytical.

VoidTheory: I’ve been studying the Devil Emperor’s moves since the first war event. He doesn’t just fight you. He tests you. Every phase has a lesson. If you walk in expecting a brawl… you’ll leave in pieces. So yeah, go ahead. Storm the gates. But be ready to learn something the hard way.

Allen raised an eyebrow.

“Well,” he murmured, setting his tea down and turning off his phone screen. “Oh, you’ll see it. You’ll see everything.”

The last sip of green tea lingered on his tongue—smooth, earthy, grounded—but his mind was already elsewhere. The moment of quiet was over. The storm ahead wasn’t waiting.

He glanced at the clock.

Thirty-two minutes.

“…Close enough.”

Allen stood, rolled his shoulders with a stretch that earned a satisfying pop, and walked back across the room. His VR headset sat waiting for him on the desk like a crown ready to be worn again. He exhaled, fingers brushing over the smooth edge before lowering it onto his head.

Login confirmed.

The world spun—not fast, not sudden. Like slipping under a black tide, smooth and inevitable. His body dissolved into data, and when he blinked again—

He was home.

The throne chamber of the Cursed Crypts bloomed into existence around him in eerie splendor. Cold obsidian floors veined with red runes pulsed gently beneath his boots. A low ambient hum resonated through the air—like the world itself was whispering.

Allen inhaled, the smell of dust and arcane smoke oddly nostalgic.

And, of course, he wasn’t alone.

“Welcome back, Your Majesty,” Jane said dramatically, stepping forward with her signature half-bow and her wicked grin.

“Already scheming?” Allen asked.

“Always,” she replied sweetly.

The others were spread around the chamber like pieces on a board.

Vivian leaned near the central war table, arms folded. “So,” she said, not even turning as he approached. “Where should we go first?”

Allen didn’t hesitate. “Gears. We need to settle our gear first. Then—Abyssal Resin and the Heart of the Infernal Chimera. After that… we grind for the shards needed to revive the Abyssal Dragon.”

Alice, floating a few feet off the floor, sitting on her broom, flicked through the data with a finger. Her face, as always, unreadable. “Do you really think we’ll have enough time to handle all of that in one session?”

Bella flicked one of her fox ears and leaned against a nearby rune pillar. “We won’t know until we try.”

Allen narrowed his eyes, his voice calm but resolute. “No—we’ll do it. All of it. One go. Even if we have to flip this whole damn Hell’s Gate world upside down.”

He stepped closer to the map.

“We’re the villains, after all.”

Shea, lounging on one of the side steps like a queen watching her court, gave a low chuckle. “True. And the world never expects the villains to overprepare.”

Jane’s eyes gleamed. “Especially not the charmingly unhinged ones.”

“Let’s go.” His voice dropped, steady and cold. “We’re not just prepping for a defense. We’re going to rip the heart out of this world and make it remember who we are.”

The girls followed without hesitation. The villains were marching into hell, not to survive it…

…but to own it.