Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527: Greedy Much?
Villain Ch 1527. Greedy Much?

“We’re stronger now,” Allen said simply. “And the more shards we collect, the better.”

Larissa tilted her head, licking blood from her claw. “How many more do we need?”

Allen smirked. “We don’t. But we’re taking them anyway.”

Jane raised a brow. “Greedy much?”

“Prepared,” he corrected. “The Devil Emperor doesn’t do ‘just enough.’ If we’re gonna raise a dragon from the abyss, it might as well be the scariest thing in the game.”

Vivian laughed, curling her whip with a smirk. “That’s my man.”

Allen didn’t answer.

He was staring into the dark corridor that stretched beyond the smoking remains of the Terror Drakes, the tip of his black sword tapping softly against the stone floor, like it was impatient. The red glow of the magma pools flickered against his face, casting deep shadows across his sharp features. His cloak fluttered behind him from the residual wind magic in the air, and his expression?

Cold.

Too cold.

The others noticed it too.

“Let’s go.”

Zoe’s gaze narrowed, one tentacle coiling defensively. “Uh-oh.”

Shea tilted her head. “Why does he look like he’s about to murder the whole server?”

Larissa gave a dry chuckle. “He’s in his psychopath mode again.”

Bella nodded solemnly. “Yup. I know that look. He’s about to go full ‘do not disturb or I will dismember you’ energy.”

“We letting him off the leash or what?” Jane huffed.

Allen didn’t say a word. He just stepped forward. The shadows thickened around him as if the cave itself recognized something was wrong.

“Hellfire Rain,” he said under his breath.

The cave exploded in light.

From the darkness ahead, a dozen dragon-shaped figures burst through the gloom—massive bodies with molten eyes and jagged, obsidian-like scales. A dragon horde. One that had been sleeping just deeper in the nest. Now, thanks to the noise and stench of burned corpses… they were wide awake.

And pissed.

The first dragon roared and charged.

Allen didn’t even flinch. He flicked his wrist.

“Demonic Lances.”

A storm of jet-black spears rained from the ceiling, slamming into the incoming monsters. One pierced clean through a dragon’s eye socket. Another pinned a second one to the wall with a sickening crunch.

More dragons came anyway.

Vivian grinned. “Okay. So we’re doing that today.”

Alice snapped her fingers. “Shadow Bind.”

Dark tendrils erupted from the floor, wrapping around three more dragons. Larissa leapt into the air, trailing a bloody crimson arc behind her as her bat swarm split into hundreds, ripping through scales and flesh.

Meanwhile, Allen charged straight into the center of the horde.

No hesitation. No fear. Just… the sword.

And… in Allen’s hands, it sang.

Every slash was a shriek of shadow. Every impact left deep, gaping wounds across scale and muscle. One dragon tried to snap at him from behind—Allen spun and drove the blade up into its jaw and out the top of its skull.

Blood sprayed. Allen kept moving.

A trail of corpses followed him like breadcrumbs. His cloak was soaked in red, his boots slipping slightly in the gore but never stopping. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t laughing.

He was silent.

Focused.

Unhinged.

Vivian ducked a tail swipe and glanced at the others. “Okay but… for real, are we just gonna pretend that’s normal behavior?”

“I’ve literally never seen anyone swing a sword with that much passive aggression,” Shea muttered.

Jane raised a brow. “Someone’s got unresolved issues.”

“You think it’s because we teased him too much yesterday?” Bella asked.

“Could be,” Larissa replied thoughtfully. “Or maybe he’s just bored. You know how Allen gets when he doesn’t get a system alert every five minutes.”

Zoe, slamming a dragon into the ground with a massive tentacle, said, “I think he just really, really likes violence.”

Allen leapt onto the back of one of the dragons, drove his blade into the base of its neck, and rode it down as it screamed and crashed into the stone.

He landed on his feet.

Cracked his neck.

And whispered, “Abyss Shatter.”

The floor glowed.

The world cracked.

The remaining dragons were flung back as abyssal energy ruptured the terrain—spires of black stone spearing up into the air. Flames burst from beneath. The air warped.

Then, suddenly—

-DING!

A soft system tone rang through all their interfaces at once.

[You have triggered a hidden quest: “The One Who Dares Command the Abyss”]

[Your actions have awakened an ancient power buried beneath the Dragon Terror Cave. The Abyss stirs. Will you command it—or be consumed?]

[Objective: Investigate the Abyssal Core deeper in the cave. Warning: High-level elite mobs will appear. Recommended Level: 230+]

[Quest Type: Chain Quest (Abyssal Bloodline – Tier 1 Unlock)]

[Reward: ???]

[Progression: 0%]

The whole group paused mid-battle.

“…Did anyone else get that?” Alice asked, blinking.

Vivian looked at her screen. “Yep.”

Shea floated down beside them, wings twitching. “That was new.”

Larissa crossed her arms. “That name. ‘The One Who Dares Command the Abyss.’ That’s gotta be Allen. Classic dramatic title.”

Zoe snorted. “You think he triggered it?”

“Of course he did,” Jane said dryly. “He’s been using abyssal skills like candy since we logged in. The system probably thought he was trying to break the dungeon.”

Bella rolled her eyes. “He probably was.”

Allen finally stopped moving.

His blade lowered.

He turned around slowly, face still unreadable. Blood stained half his jaw, and his eyes glowed faintly crimson from his activated buffs.

“…Did we just unlock a chain quest?” he asked, voice low.

“You did,” Larissa corrected. “We just cleaned up after your bloody ballet.”

He frowned, glancing at the flickering UI panel in the corner of his screen. “Huh. It’s tied to my abyssal skill tree.”

Vivian raised a brow. “Meaning?”

Allen turned toward the deeper end of the cave—where the ground dipped into a jagged sinkhole surrounded by purple mist.

“It means,” he said slowly, “there’s more to the Abyssal Dragon than just summoning it.”

Zoe’s expression sharpened. “Like what? Control?”

Allen nodded once. “Maybe even evolution.”

Jane perked up. “So instead of just a summon, it becomes a permanent mount or something?”

“I don’t know yet,” Allen admitted. “But if the system thinks we’re worthy of this chain quest…”

He tightened his grip on his sword.

“Then we’re not stopping here.”

“Of course not,” Larissa said, amused. “You’re literally glowing with psychopath energy right now.”

Vivian chuckled, walking up beside him. “Guess our dragon farm just turned into a full abyssal storyline.”