Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1577

Chapter 1577: A Week Later
Villain Ch 1577. A Week Later

For a week, it was quiet. Not the suspicious kind of quiet that made he check over his shoulder—but the good kind. The kind of quiet that told Allen the storm was gathering strength, not gone.

He didn’t waste it.

His Devil Emperor’s character was now two levels higher, stat points allocated with sharp precision. Grinding alongside the girls had its chaotic moments—Zoe always charged first, Jane talked too much mid-battle, and Larissa made everything sound like a training montage—but they were efficient. Lethal, even.

He’d also spent time crafting. Real crafting. Sitting in the Cursed Crypts’ forge zone, feeding infernal ore into the soul furnace, testing enchantment patterns, refining armor plating until even the system sent him a congratulatory. He created gear for the next event. All of them created their own gears.

The Crypt itself had been prepped, too. Runic layers recoded. One of the bone bridges now led straight into a lava trap. The others looped—false, baited—toward mirrored illusions. Allen even summoned a minor wraithlord to patrol the back corridor, just in case.

And while all that happened… Allen watched. Quietly.

He slipped into the Hell’s Gate forums, scrolling threads, analyzing guild chatter, absorbing war banter with the precision of someone casually sipping tea during a political coup. The Ironclad Legion still hadn’t figured out the crypt’s core mechanic. Half of them argued.

Allen grinned.

But he wasn’t just watching enemies.

He’d also been watching Elio, James, and Noah. Specifically, the threads around them.

And, of course, Darren and Liam.

As he expected, they had reached Mr. Bell. Quietly. Discreetly. But the ripple was there. James and Noah had moved fast—legal support, connections, even an old PR fixer with enough dirt of her own to bury a castle.

They weren’t ready to strike yet. Still collecting. Still building the story. But Allen knew the rhythm.

It was coming.

As for the gym?

Delicious chaos.

Sophia had been visibly irritated all week. Her usually polished smile started fraying at the edges. She missed warmups on Monday. Forgot her own water bottle on Wednesday. And Friday? She straight up snapped at one of the receptionists for saying her driver was late again.

Allen, standing by the vending machine at the time, had to bite back a grin.

Because yes—Bell’s driver was late. Every single day.

Was it intentional?

Maybe.

Did it bring him joy?

Absolutely.

Larissa noticed too. She and Gerry exchanged smug glances every time Sophia checked the lobby, lips pursed in that impatient little pout of hers.

Then there was Jane.

Officially a gym member now. Somehow got into Larissa’s class without Allen pulling strings—not that he would’ve needed to. She charmed the front desk in under five minutes, cracked a joke about protein powder cults, and next thing he know, she was doing planks next to Larissa and humming anime themes during cool-down.

Jane also made a habit of joining Allen post-class. Just casually. No big deal.

Except it was.

Half the gym had started whispering about it. Jealous looks. Little glares. Allen caught someone filming once—Gerry accidentally bodyblocked the shot with his biceps.

And Gerry and Jane? God help them both.

Somehow, their chaotic energies complemented each other. She’d drop ridiculous one-liners. He’d deadpan react. Once, she described a monster in Hell’s Gate as “horny but emotionally unavailable,” and Gerry just nodded and said, “Same.”

The two of them shared braincells on alternate days.

Still, despite the gym drama and the peaceful leveling… Allen felt it.

The tension.

It was starting to build again.

Especially when he saw the new forum threads blowing up under the guild section. The ones tagged [Arcane Wardens Guild – Internal Conflict].

It had started quiet. A disagreement here. A few passive-aggressive comments.

Then it escalated.

Sophia vs. Kael.

The main healer vs. the guild leader.

Their argument went public on the second day, and it was a spectacle. Sophia started it—naturally—with a long, self-pitying post accusing the Arcane Wardens of dragging her down. She claimed the guild wasn’t serious about progression, that they missed raid windows constantly, and that her gear hadn’t been upgraded in two whole patches. She made it sound like she was the only one doing real work.

Kael fired back, visibly irritated. He accused her of being a drama magnet who constantly pushed other members around, demanding special treatment and overriding raid plans to suit her mood. He said half the team avoided voice chat because of her, and they were tired of pretending everything was fine just to keep her ego intact.

Sophia, in typical fashion, followed up with a passive-aggressive post, implying Kael was emotionally unstable and that she was “taking her talents somewhere they’d be respected and actually appreciated.”

By the fourth day, they were throwing shade with timestamps and old screenshots.

The final blow came in a thread Kael posted:

[As of now, Sophia is no longer part of Arcane Wardens. I wish her well, but she’s not what we need.]

Allen read the comments over coffee. Several guildmates commented with shocked emojis. A few replied with things like “Finally” and “Tbh this was overdue.”

Sophia didn’t reply.

But two hours later, her profile updated.

New guild: Moonveil Sentinels.

A smaller guild. Flashy branding. Mostly mid-level players and wannabe PvP stars.

Allen couldn’t help but smirk.

She went for attention, not strategy.

Meanwhile, Elio’s guild had slain three world bosses and five mini-bosses in one week. Red_King’s squad had hit full gear sync for their level range. Even Father^Alex—shy, soft-spoken Father^Alex—was now running a celestial staff with mythic glow animations and a full set bonus.

Sophia? Her weapon still looked the same as when she left Elio’s guild.

And Allen?

Allen was waiting.

Not in-game.

But in the real world. Where the pieces were slowly sliding into place.

And soon, one more name would vanish from the board.

Sophia liked to believe she was still playing.

But the truth was—

She hadn’t realized the game was already over.