Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1116: Just Brainstorming

Villain Ch 1116. Just Brainstorming

"Classic," Allen muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe people fall for sothing as simple as that." He leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him as if the act could sohow loosen the frustration. "It's always the sa with her. Spin a story, make herself the center of attention, and everyone just eats it up."

Gerry, sitting beside him, crossed his arms and frowned thoughtfully. "We need to change that," he said, as if it was sothing that could be fixed as easily as tweaking a ga strategy. "But how?"

Then, as if struck by a sudden epiphany, Gerry snapped his fingers and grinned. "Oh, right! Sophia's the one who's still single, right? We could point that out. She's projecting or sothing. Flip the script on her."

Mark, who had been quietly listening, remained silent for a mont. His expression shifted, brow furrowing slightly as if he was turning sothing over in his mind. "I'm not sure if she's single or not, actually," he finally said. "I see soone picking her up after her gym sessions sotis."

That got Allen's attention. His mind flicked through the possibilities, trying to piece together what Mark had just said. "Soone picks her up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He imdiately thought of Elio, but that didn't make sense. Elio and Sophia weren't on good terms anymore, not after everything that had gone down between them and the rest of the guild.

They hardly spoke to each other in-ga, and the idea of him waiting outside the gym for her seed almost ridiculous now.

"What, like a red motorcycle?" Allen guessed, thinking back to Elio's bike. But Mark shook his head slowly.

"No, it's not a bike. It's a car. A luxury one," Mark clarified.

Allen blinked, surprised. "A car?" His voice betrayed the confusion running through his mind. He tried to guess who it could be, but nothing added up. "Maybe it's Liam, Darren, or…" Allen paused, a slight smirk pulling at his lips. "That INeedAHotGF guy."

Gerry and Mark both turned to look at him, eyebrows raised.

"Uh… Is there actually soone with that na? 'INeedAHotGF'?" Mark asked, a mix of disbelief and amusent on his face. "Or is that just so nickna?"

Allen chuckled, shaking his head. "It's his in-ga nickna. One of Sophia's guildmates. His real na is Jacob. The guy's kind of a clown, but she's close with him, Darren, and Liam. They all run together in the ga."

Gerry grinned, clearly entertained by the absurdity of it all. "So you're telling there's a dude out there who runs around with a userna like that and people take him seriously?"

"Pretty much," Allen replied with a shrug. "He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's got decent gear in-ga. And Sophia? Well, she likes to surround herself with guys like that. It makes her feel important, like she's the queen bee of her little hive."

Mark tapped his fingers on the bench, still frowning as he tried to piece things together. "So, this guy—whoever's picking her up—could be one of them? Liam, Darren, or this... HotGF guy?"

Allen shrugged again, the confusion still gnawing at him. "Maybe. It's hard to say. I an, they're all close in-ga, but that doesn't an they're hanging out like that in real life. Especially with that HotGF guy."

'Liam and Darren should've known they were being used. Everything they did was all about profit and loss. They were just her pawns,' he thought.

He paused for a second, thinking it over. "But it wouldn't surprise . Sophia's always been good at pulling people into her orbit, especially guys. She knows how to play the ga."

Mark let out a small sigh. "The problem is, no matter who's picking her up, it doesn't really change how she's spinning things here. People are buying into the idea that you're the one who can't move on, and she's milking it."

"Yeah, she's milking it, alright," Allen agreed, his voice tinged with resignation. He glanced at Gerry and Mark, both of whom seed deep in thought, trying to figure out how to untangle him from this ss.

After a mont, Allen blurted out without thinking, "Ya know, this is a good gym, in a bad case maybe I can—" He was about to say he wanted to buy the gym.

Before he could finish the thought, Gerry's hand shot up and covered Allen's mouth. "Whoa, whoa, don't be crazy," Gerry said, his voice rising slightly in alarm. "You don't have to go that far, man." He gave Allen a pointed look, slowly removing his hand as he leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Besides… Are you revealing your real identity now?"

Allen chuckled behind closed lips before finally responding, "I could do it after the conference is over." He shrugged as if the idea wasn't as outrageous as it sounded.

Gerry shook his head emphatically. "Nah, that's too far. Way too far. Just keep that card in your back pocket as a last resort. I an, do you really want to blow up your whole cover over so petty drama with your ex? This isn't Hell's Gate—we can't just hit reset here."

Allen sighed, leaning back against the bench again. "Yeah, I know. I just hate feeling cornered like this."

"You're not cornered," Gerry said firmly. "We just need a better plan."

They fell silent for a mont, both lost in thought, until Mark, who had been listening to the exchange with growing curiosity, interrupted. "What are you two whispering about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You got a plan to buy out the gym or sothing?" He was joking, of course.

Allen forced a grin. "Nothing that drastic. Just brainstorming."

Mark nodded slowly, but he didn't press the issue, instead shifting back into the conversation. "Look, I get that this whole thing is ssed up, but there's gotta be a way to handle it without going nuclear."