Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1113: Empire Of Nerds

Villain Ch 1113. Empire Of Nerds

Allen took off the VR headset and blinked a few tis, letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting of his room. He ran a hand through his ssy hair, feeling the slight ache that always ca after long hours in the ga. The silence of the room hit him—the quiet after the adrenaline rush of battling through the Abysmal Rift.

There was no sunlight coming through the large windows, which ant one thing—it was already evening.

Glancing at the digital clock on his desk, he sighed. 6:47 PM. Dinner ti was approaching, and he could already picture his father and sister seated at the long dining table, waiting. His stomach growled, but there was still sothing left to do before he headed down. He had to finalize the devil emperor's backstory. The events in the Rift gave him a few ideas.

"That corpse kept saying sothing about how I stole his power, didn't it?" Allen muttered under his breath. His mind began to spin with the possibilities.

Allen reached for his phone and opened his email, scrolling through the options the ga staff had sent him. He scrolled through the choices once more, finally landing on the one he had in mind.

It fit perfectly with what had just happened in the ga. The corpse in the Abysmal Rift kept accusing him of betrayal, of theft. A smile tugged at Allen's lips. "I'll make it painful," he whispered, his fingers typing rapidly on the screen. His sadistic author's instinct kicked in.

He replied to the email, choosing the third story, and then added a note to remind the staff to send him the script. He wanted to make sure everything flowed perfectly—he wasn't just a player, after all, he was shaping the very narrative that millions of players would experience.

With the email sent, he set his phone down on the desk. "That should do it."

His stomach growled again, breaking his focus. 'Dinner. Right.'

He dragged himself off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He splashed the cold water on his face. His reflection stared back at him—sharp eyes, a face that could command a room without much effort. Being the son of one of the wealthiest n in the gaming world had its advantages, but it also ca with expectations. Expectations he wasn't always sure he wanted to et.

"Ti to face the music." He dried his face and headed downstairs, the faint clatter of plates and silverware already echoing from the dining room.

As expected, Emma was already there, twirling her fork lazily in her pasta. She looked up as Allen entered the room.

"You're late," Emma teased, though there was no bite to her words.

"Got caught up with sothing," Allen replied, taking his seat next to Emma at the dining table. "Work."

Emma raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk as she watched him settle in. "Work? Don't you an 'gaming'? Sa thing for you, anyway." She poked at her salad with a fork, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Allen chuckled. "Hey, gaming is work when you're this good at it. Gotta maintain the empire."

Emma snorted. "Empire of nerds, you an? And what was it this ti? Killing another demon? Conquering so dark fortress? Or did you just spend another hour customizing your character's horns?"

Allen shot her a playful glare. "You make it sound so simple. It was the Abysmal Rift this ti." He reached for his glass of water, taking a sip before adding with a grin, "And no, I didn't touch the horns. Not today, at least."

Emma giggled, shaking her head. "Right, the Abysmal Rift. That place is hellish." She leaned back in her chair, still smirking. "What's next? Saving the kingdom with the power of friendship?"

"Nope," Allen replied, unable to hide his grin. "More like ruining it for everyone else. You know I don't play the hero."

Before Emma could fire back another quip, Jordan entered the room, settling into his usual spot at the head of the table. He gave Allen a quick nod. "Finally made it. Thought you'd be glued to that headset all night."

"Almost was," Allen admitted, pushing his chair back to relax a little. "But I sealed the deal on the conference venue. Everything's set. We're good to go."

Jordan raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. "Good job. That takes a load off my mind. You've been handling this really well."

"Well, I learned from the best," Allen said with a wink, throwing a glance at his father.

Emma rolled her eyes dramatically. "Here we go. Allen the Prodigy, Savior of Business Deals. All hail."

Allen grinned, flashing her a smug look. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, sis. Maybe I'll let you help out next ti. You know, do sothing useful for once."

Emma gasped, pretending to be mortally wounded. "I am useful! I make sure you don't beco a total workaholic. Without , you'd be lost in your gaming world 24/7."

"If that's your idea of 'helping,' I'll pass." Allen shrugged playfully. "But thanks for the moral support. It's been invaluable."

Jordan chuckled softly. He took a sip of his wine, shaking his head. "Glad you both still have ti to ss with each other. Just make sure everything's running smoothly, Allen."

"No problem, Dad," Allen said, his tone more serious for a mont. "It's gonna be a good one, too. Top-notch place. The vendors are all in line, the schedules are set."

Emma interrupted, unable to resist. "Wow, look at you. You almost sound like an adult."

Allen shot her a look, but a grin tugged at his lips. "I am an adult."

Dinner continued with its usual lightheartedness. Jordan asked about school, Emma complained about a boring essay she had to write, and Allen zoned out for a bit about what he should do next.

The next few days had been pretty uneventful, at least in real life. But in Hell's Gate, things were heating up.