Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1522

Chapter 1522: False Hope [Part 2]
Villain Ch 1522. False Hope [Part 2]

Vivian whistled low. “So basically, you’re a noob.”

“I’m a noob who’s about to accidentally tank a legendary guild,” Allen muttered.

Vivian chuckled, then sobered. “And Mila’s expecting you to be her raid leader.”

Allen didn’t laugh that time. “Exactly.”

For a while, the city rolled past in peaceful quiet. Skyscrapers glinted. The sound of a nearby jazz band playing outside a restaurant floated through the air—smooth, dreamy, out of place but oddly fitting.

Vivian rested her cheek against Allen’s shoulder again, her voice a thoughtful hum against the rush of wind. “She fell that hard for you.”

Allen didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Vivian continued, “It’s an obsession, yeah… but still a good one. You could do worse than someone who’s that ride-or-die about you.”

Allen finally muttered, “She tried to kidnap me once.”

Vivian blinked.

“You forgot?” he said with a deadpan tone. “Yeah. Mila, James and her brother cooked up a whole plan.”

“Ugh… I did forget that,” Vivian admitted with a wince. “That’s… not the healthiest way to say ‘I like you.'”

Allen huffed. “No shit.”

“But still,” she said thoughtfully, “she probably won’t end up like your ex.”

Allen visibly flinched.

Vivian noticed. “Sorry. That was low.”

“No, it’s fine,” Allen said, voice tight. “You’re right.”

They turned into a quieter part of the city, where the streets were narrower and the lights dimmer. The air smelled like rain on stone and distant grilled meat. Somewhere, a dog barked.

“I mean,” Vivian continued after a pause, “Mila’s got some issues, sure. But she’s not twisted. Just… intense. It’s an obsession, yeah, but still a good one. Like someone crushing on their idol. Not like your ex, who wanted to rebrand you as her trophy.”

Allen didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he kept going—guiding the motorcycle smoothly through the side streets, weaving past the low afternoon traffic. The shadows were starting to stretch long across the sidewalks, bathing the city in that lazy golden glow that made everything feel like a movie scene.

Vivian stayed quiet behind him, her arms still looped casually around his waist. The breeze toyed with loose strands of her hair that had slipped from under her helmet, and the smell of roasted chestnuts mixed with fuel and something faintly floral in the air.

Allen’s thoughts wouldn’t shut up. He didn’t even promise anything, not really. But damn… it sure felt like a promise.

And now it was stuck in his chest, like a splinter too deep to dig out.

By the time they reached the front of Vivian’s apartment, Allen pulled up along the curb and parked neatly near the entrance steps. The engine ticked quietly as it cooled.

Vivian slid off the bike, tugging off her helmet and shaking out her hair like it was a shampoo commercial. Allen stayed seated for a moment longer, hands resting on the handlebars, his eyes unfocused.

Her voice pulled him back. “So what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” he said finally, voice low. “I want to be honest with her. I really do. But I don’t want to crush her, either. Not when she’s just… finally opening up to me.”

Vivian slung her helmet to her side, crossing her arms as she looked at him. “Giving hope isn’t a bad thing, Allen.”

Allen glanced up at her, brow furrowed. “You sound like you’ve been through this.”

Vivian smirked without hesitation. “You forget I’ve never dated anyone before you, remember? You’re my first—and unfortunately, that means I get to give unsolicited advice with zero experience.”

Allen blinked. “…Wait. So all this wisdom is theoretical?”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “No. It’s observational. I’ve watched enough disasters to know what not to do.”

Allen chuckled. “So I’m your practice dummy?”

She grinned. “More like my final boss.”

Allen huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Great. No pressure or anything.” He exhaled, the kind of sigh that deflated his shoulders. He leaned back on the seat, staring at the clouds shifting slowly above. “You think I’m too soft for this, don’t you?”

Vivian leaned her hip against the railing near the steps. “No. I think you care more than you let on.”

She said it so casually, like it was just a fact—not a flaw, not a compliment, just the truth laid bare.

“That’s not weakness,” she continued, softer now. “It just… makes things complicated. You’re not the type who plays with feelings. But that also means when you mess up, it hurts people.”

Allen dragged a hand down his face. “Great. No pressure or anything.”

Vivian laughed, the sound light and real. “Come on. You’re not an idiot. You already know this stuff. You just needed someone to say it out loud.”

He looked at her for a second, his expression somewhere between grateful and exhausted. “So what you’re saying is… grow a pair and commit?”

Vivian raised a brow. “Allen. You’re a literal Devil Emperor in one of the biggest VRMMORPGs in the world. You can handle an emotionally invested heiress.”

Allen cracked a smile. “Okay, that was a badass moment, though.”

She shrugged. “Exactly.”

The afternoon sun hit her hair just right, and for a second, Allen realized how different this moment was compared to what he’d expected when he first turned the corner. No dramatic speeches. No big emotional breakdowns. Just… quiet honesty.

He stood from the bike and stretched his arms. “Alright. I’ll think about it. Like really think about it.”

Vivian squinted at him. “Don’t overthink it. That’s how you get stomach ulcers and make charts.”

“Hey,” Allen said, mock-defensive. “My charts are masterpieces.”

Vivian smirked, turning toward the steps. “I’ll believe it when you print one and frame it.”

Allen watched her walk up a few steps, then called out, “Viv?”

She turned, one foot on the next step. “Yeah?”

He hesitated for just a breath, then said, “Thanks. For the honesty. And the ride-along wisdom.”

Vivian winked. “Anytime, boss. Now go home before you spiral again.”

With that, she vanished inside the apartment, and Allen stood there for a second longer, the sunlight hitting the pavement and the weight in his chest feeling just a little bit lighter.

He climbed back on the bike, slid his helmet on, and with one last look at the building, started the engine.

Time to head home.