Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1546

Chapter 1546: Jane’s Solo Parade
Villain Ch 1546. Jane’s Solo Parade

The derpy head wiggled in pure excitement, his massive tongue lolling out of his mouth as he laughed, sending minor tremors through the ground with every joyful snort.

“Wheee! This is better than cookies!” he cheered, spinning in lazy circles under her.

Vivian wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “Honestly, that’s fair. Jane wins.”

Zoe just shook her head slowly, exasperated but smiling a little despite herself. “Yup… they’re exactly the same.”

Allen rested his sword against his side, watching the whole circus unfold before him.

Jane waving like a beauty queen from atop the derpy dragon.

Bella arguing animatedly with the serious heads about the necessity of confetti.

Vivian making inappropriate jokes at his expense.

Shea and Larissa trying and failing to keep order.

And in the middle of it all?

Him.

Still breathing. Still standing. Still ready.

A crooked, tired smile tugged at Allen’s lips.

This was his throne.

This was his crew.

These lunatics, somehow, were his.

He didn’t need a crown.

He didn’t need a ceremony.

He had everything he needed right here.

Slowly, Allen walked toward the throne.

Alice rolled her eyes dramatically but scooted over to one side, making room with the air of someone sacrificing something truly great.

“About time,” she muttered.

Allen smirked, put a hand on the massive armrest, and pulled himself up onto the seat.

The throne of the Abyss welcomed him, the ancient stone warming under his touch, the abyssal energy pulsing faintly—recognizing its new master.

A system notification flickered quietly in his vision.

[Abyssal Throne Claimed: New Sovereign Registered – Azazel (Devil Emperor)]

[Authority Unlocked: Realm of the Abyss]

The giant hall rumbled faintly in response, like the very stone recognized his name now.

Allen sat back with a satisfied grunt.

The throne didn’t feel too big anymore.

It felt perfect.

He draped one arm casually over the massive armrest, surveying the girls, the chaos, the absurdity.

“Well,” he said, grinning, “who needs a boring old kingdom anyway?”

Vivian grinned back.

Jane whooped from her perch.

Bella demanded a royal parade and a shopping mall.

Zoe rolled her eyes but stood straighter.

And the derpy head of Azdraeth, tail thumping loudly against the ground, chirped happily.

“Cookies now? Right? Pleaaaase?”

Allen laughed.

Yeah.

This was his court now.

And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Allen leaned back in the massive, spiked throne, letting himself sink into the ancient seat a little more. His sword rested lazily against the side.

Vivian sat casually on one of the fallen stone chunks at the bottom of the throne’s steps, swinging her legs like a bored cat. “So,” she said, tilting her head, “are we gonna start ruling now or what?”

Bella flopped dramatically onto her back nearby, arms spread out like a starfish. “Ruling is boring. I still want my parade.”

Jane, still perched proudly on the derpy dragon’s head—which, miraculously, he hadn’t tried to throw her off yet—pumped a fist in the air. “I second the parade idea. A real one. Preferably with cake.”

Zoe gave them all a look like she was mentally filing adoption papers to officially disown them. “We just fought a demigod dragon, survived an abyssal trial, and claimed a throne older than civilization—and this is what you’re worried about?”

Shea shrugged from her spot leaning against a cracked pillar. “Cake is important.”

Larissa crossed her arms, smiling faintly. “Cake, parades, ruling. In that order. Seems fair.”

He pulled up his system screen with a swipe of his fingers, a familiar blue holographic window appearing in front of him. His notifications were blinking nonstop, cluttered with updates from the boss battle, quest rewards, title upgrades, skill bonuses, a new ‘sovereign’ stat category…

But one thing caught his eye.

A quick glance into his inventory showed it clearly.

[Shards collected: 1203/600]

Allen’s eyes sharpened.

He whistled low. “Huh.”

Vivian looked up. “What’s that face?”

“Good news,” Allen said, smirking. “Looks like I gathered enough shards to summon two more Abyss Dragons back at the Cursed Crypts.”

Jane let out a low, impressed whistle.

Bella gasped dramatically. “I want a pet dragon! I call dibs on the cute one!”

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “They’re not puppies, Bella.”

“Debatable,” Vivian muttered under her breath, side-eyeing the derpy head, who was currently trying and failing to catch a floating bit of ash in his mouth.

Allen dismissed the inventory window and stood up.

“Alright,” he said, voice carrying more authority now, “no more fooling around. We’ve done what we came here for.”

He lifted a hand and summoned a swirling black portal, the air around it distorting and folding like paper under a flame.

“Time to head home.”

The girls gathered up, each one still bearing scratches, bruises, and the exhaustion of the long battle—but their spirits were light. Victorious. Chaotic in the way only they could be.

As Allen stepped forward, the massive Azdraeth shifted behind him.

Without a word, the great dragon shimmered in place, collapsing into a burst of abyssal energy and disappearing into a condensed black orb that floated momentarily before slipping into Allen’s body.

Vivian whistled low. “Wish I could store my problems like that.”

Shea grinned. “Imagine dragging him around on a leash.”

Jane gasped dramatically, clutching the derpy dragon’s departing image. “Nooo! I lost my parade ride!”

Bella tossed her an arm around the shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you another one. Maybe a really big hamster.”

They laughed, easy and bright, as they stepped through the portal together.

The world warped around them.

When the darkness cleared, they stood once again inside the cavernous, eerie interior of the Cursed Crypts—their home base, their fortress in the abyss.

Allen exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing for the first time in what felt like days.

Vivian spun in a lazy circle, looking up at the dark ceiling. “Ah, home sweet haunted murder dungeon.”

Shea sighed dreamily. “Smells like… dust and victory.”

Bella sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. “And mold.”

Jane immediately sprinted toward the summoning room door. “Come onnnn! Dragons! Dragons!!”