Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1504

Chapter 1504: Collapsed Server Mode
Villain Ch 1504. Collapsed Server Mode

All night, they hunted.

No banter. No sightseeing. No wandering into weird corners of dungeons for screenshots or secret achievements. Just pure grind. A brutal, relentless rhythm of kill-loot-move, repeated until the hours bled together like one long, ragged breath.

Allen skipped dinner with the family entirely, shooting Kai a quick message mid-run.

Allen: Room, please. Late. Something easy.

The butler replied with a simple thumbs-up emoji and a silent delivery thirty minutes later.

There were no breaks tonight. No snack raids, no watercooler breaks, no emergency arguments over whose spell glitched the last mob. Just sweat and steel. Hellfire and blood.

The team adapted quickly. Vivian and Bella rotated point depending on the enemy type. Jane and Alice wiped mobs with surgical precision. Zoe didn’t even breathe during boss phases. Larissa ran ahead more than once to trigger spawn timers early and shave off minutes. Even Shea—usually composed and steady—took things up a notch, her cooldown timing down to the frame.

Allen didn’t need to talk much.

They all knew what this was.

They were prepping for war.

The materials they needed weren’t really rare in theory—but gathering them was another story. Abyssal Resin dropped reliably from the Infernal Grove’s core beasts, but the terrain was half-swamp, half-furnace. The trees were on fire. The grass was on fire. At one point, they fought a mini-boss that exploded on death and left behind a creeping debuff cloud that caused hallucinations. Jane saw a talking scythe and tried to flirt with it.

That one slowed them down.

But not for long.

The most brutal part of the night was the Heart of the Infernal Chimera.

Low drop rate. High spawn delay. Long-ass dungeon crawl just to reach the creature. And every time they didn’t get the heart, Allen could hear Bella’s breath tighten just slightly, almost yelling to the dead monster. Not annoyance at him—just at RNG. At time itself.

They reran the dungeon.

Once.

Twice.

Seven times.

Allen lost count around the fifth run. His body was moving automatically by then. Dodge left, Demonic Lance, Soul Siphon, block, sidestep, cleave, Hellfire Rain, clean-up spell.

Each time they cleared the Chimera, Alice would say in her usual deadpan, “No drop.”

Until suddenly… she didn’t.

On the final kill, as the monstrous multi-headed beast let out a hiss of defeat and collapsed into burning embers, a soft chime hit the entire party’s notifications.

[Loot Acquired: Heart of the Infernal Chimera 1ea]

Silence.

Then Jane let out a long sigh. “If it didn’t drop, I was gonna curse the dev team’s entire lineage.”

Allen didn’t laugh. Didn’t celebrate. Just exhaled through his nose.

“Done,” he said simply. “Let’s go back.”

They didn’t waste a second.

By the time they warped back to the Cursed Crypts, it was already past 2:30 AM.

Allen’s whole body ached—not from pain, but from immersion. His hands weren’t cramping, his posture wasn’t off. It was focus that had drained him. Mental muscle burn. His eyes blinked a little too slow as the logout screen faded in and he pulled off the VR headset.

The real world met him with silence. Dimmed ceiling light. Cold air brushing across slightly sweaty skin.

He didn’t say a word.

Just sat there for a beat, the distant echo of battle still ringing in his ears.

Then he stood.

He walked over to the side table and sat down in front of the food tray Kai had brought up earlier. It was cold already. Grilled chicken, a scoop of rice, some simple vegetables, and a bowl of soup. He didn’t bother heating it again.

He just ate.

Each bite tasted better than it had any right to. Not because it was gourmet or perfect, but because it was earned. Like every swing of his sword in-game had worked up a hunger in both body and soul. He didn’t even scroll his phone right away. Just… ate.

After he finished, he finally leaned back, grabbed his phone, and unlocked it.

The screen lit up with quiet familiarity. One new message from Emma—just a meme about a flaming goat titled “YOU AFTER FOUR HOURS OF FARMING.”

He smirked.

Two other texts waited. One from Vivian.

Vivian: Let me know what time tomorrow. I’ll be ready.

Allen replied quickly.

Allen: I’ll pick you up. 9:30.

And one more to Gerry.

Allen: Can’t hit the gym tomorrow morning. Got meetings. I’ll make it up later. Don’t forget to stretch.

That done, he tossed the phone aside and stumbled toward the bathroom.

Steam rose instantly the moment the hot water hit the tub. He didn’t soak. Didn’t have the energy. Just showered fast, clean, and efficient. He barely remembered washing his hair.

Towel. Pajamas. He dropped into bed, the sheets cool and welcoming. The moment his head hit the pillow, his brain gave exactly one final thought.

“Tomorrow, we start building the dragon.”

And then everything went dark.

Allen wasn’t sure if he’d actually slept or just passed out like a collapsed server mode, but either way, when his eyes finally cracked open again, sunlight was bleeding through the curtains like golden syrup. A slice of warmth stretched across the foot of his bed, and for a few seconds, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling in quiet disbelief.

His body felt… not dead.

Not great, but not dead.

8:01 AM

He blinked, yawned, then stretched—arms over his head, back arching, legs extending under the blanket until his heels shoved the edge of the mattress. There were pops and cracks, tiny ones, satisfying like bubble wrap.

Legs? Still attached. Slight ache in the calves, nothing like the burning cramps he usually got after a full leg day.

Arms? Sore, sure, but not jelly.

Head? No throb. Just faint fuzziness like he’d been logged out of his own body for a while.

“Miracles,” he said, dragging one hand down his face. “I guess I could walk straight.”

Still bleary-eyed, he reached for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with the usual barrage of notifications. But one thing stood out: a voice note from Gerry.

Allen stared at it like it was a cursed item.