Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1141: Not In The Script

Villain Ch 1141. Not In The Script

'Okay… this is definitely not in the script…' Allen thought, his mind racing as he watched the Devil Emperor figure sitting smugly on the dead king's body, like a twisted ruler basking in his power.

Allen, who was using Zael as his avatar, stared at the unexpected figure with genuine shock. This was not part of the event he had prepared for. His mind was trying to process what was happening, but one thing was clear—this Devil Emperor was definitely not his own avatar.

Zael, according to the script, was supposed to be in his final monts. Otis was ant to kill him, leaving him mortally wounded. In the original plan, Zael would have used the Lich King's Core, a powerful artifact he had taken during the battle against the lich army, to revive himself into sothing darker and more dangerous. Then he killed Otis for revenge.

It would have been the mont he crossed into the underworld, driven by a desire to bring his friends back to life. He was supposed to seek out the previous Devil Emperor for answers, only to be tricked into servitude. The betrayal would have driven Zael to madness, setting him for vengeance, killing the emperor, and stealing his power.

But this… this was sothing else entirely.

Allen, or rather Zael, narrowed his eyes as he watched the Devil Emperor on the throne, trying to make sense of the situation. The smirk on the emperor's face was familiar, too familiar.

'Don't tell … it's Emma,' he thought, piecing together the clues. His sister had been far too smug earlier, and that playful smile she had given him before logging off now made complete sense. The emperor's expression all but confird it, as if saying, 'Yup, it's , brother!'

'That's why she smiled like that…' Allen cringed internally. His little sister had taken over the role of the Devil Emperor, completely flipping the script on its head. The event was supposed to follow a crafted narrative, but now it was spinning wildly out of control.

He nervously glanced at Otis, the NPC who had been so integral to the original storyline. Concern gnawed at him—had the script broken? Would Otis glitch or malfunction? But instead of the stiff, programd reactions Allen had co to expect from NPCs, Otis now seed unsettlingly alive. His face was twisted with fury and frustration, emotions far too dynamic for a re NPC.

'Ah… Kafra also here,' Allen realized with a sigh. The ga staff must have acted quickly to salvage the event, taking control of certain key characters. It was impressive, really—there was no glitching, no sudden disconnects. The seamless integration of players into the event showed just how well-prepared the developers were, even in chaotic monts like this.

"Previously…" the Devil Emperor, or rather Emma, spoke in a casual, arrogant tone. "I planned to finish off the ones who killed my commander and my lich army, but I found a better show." The smugness in his voice was clear, dripping with arrogance and amusent. He leaned back on the throne, his posture relaxed, as if he were the director of this twisted play, enjoying every second of the chaos.

'Of course, she's going to milk this,' Allen thought, feeling irritation mixed with a grudging admiration for his sister's skill. She always had a knack for causing chaos, and this was her grand stage. After all… This was her perfect opportunity to bully Allen.

Otis, on the other hand, was seething. His anger was clear, his eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the Devil Emperor. "You… You think you can just waltz in here and ruin everything?" he spat, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. "This was supposed to be my mont! I was going to take it all—Zael's life, the kingdom, everything! And now you've ruined it!"

The Devil Emperor rely chuckled as he gazed down at Otis. His cruel delight expression was unmistakable, as though he found the entire situation nothing more than a source of entertainnt.

"Oh, Otis, you really are quite the spoiled little prince," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Even in front of , you're not afraid. And all you can think about is your mont, your petty little ambition." He tilted his head slightly, feigning contemplation. "I don't know if I should be happy or sad about that."

Otis, his face contorting with fury, shouted back, "Screw that!" He lunged forward, his sword raised in an attempt to reclaim what he saw as rightfully his. "Now get lost from my throne!"

But the Devil Emperor's eyes darkened, his smirk fading into sothing far more nacing. With a casual flick of his hand, he extended his palm toward Otis. In an instant, an invisible force wrapped around Otis' throat, choking him and lifting him off the ground as though he were nothing more than a rag doll.

Otis' eyes widened in terror, his hands clawing at his neck as his feet dangled helplessly above the ground. His legs scrambled in panic, kicking at the air as he struggled to breathe. The sound of his gasping, desperate for air, echoed through the hall, but there was no rcy in the emperor's gaze.

"Shut up. I don't need weaklings like you," the Devil Emperor snarled, his voice cold and devoid of any humanity. His hand remained outstretched, the invisible force tightening around Otis' neck, squeezing the life out of him with every passing second.

'Yup, this is definitely Emma,' Allen thought, internally cringing. 'She even uses this opportunity to bully Kafra.'

Still, Allen knew the show had to go on. He couldn't break character now, even though everything was spinning wildly off-script.

"Otis!" Zael shouted, his voice filled with frustration as he took a step forward, his body still weak from the poison but refusing to give up.

But his plea fell on deaf ears. The Devil Emperor's eyes were cold, unfeeling, as he tightened his grip with a flick of his wrist. Otis let out a strangled gasp, his body jerking violently as the life was choked out of him.

And then, with a final twist of his hand, the Devil Emperor snapped his fingers. Otis' body went limp, his head lolling to the side as the last breath left his lungs.