Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1225: Please Kill Me

Villain Ch 1225. Please Kill …

He was pretty sure the ssage was from a girl. Probably one of those butthurt players who didn't catch him at the market and drag him to so makeshift altar for a "wedding." He dismissed it with a huff, locking his phone and setting it aside. He had more important things to think about—like dinner.

The dining room door creaked open, and Jordan and Emma walked in. Allen sat up straighter, greeting them with a casual wave. But the mont his gaze landed on Emma, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Her usually bright deanor was completely gone. Instead, she looked like she had just survived a horror movie. The words "Please kill …" might as well have been stamped across her face. anwhile, Jordan strolled in looking relaxed, his usual calm and composed self.

"Evening," Allen said, his tone laced with curiosity as he tried to read Emma's expression. "What… happened to you?"

Emma flopped into her seat with a dramatic sigh, slumping against the backrest like a vampire just sucked out all her blood. She didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the table.

Jordan, on the other hand, took his seat with the ease of soone who hadn't just witnessed—or caused—whatever chaos had occurred. The servants began placing dishes in front of them, moving efficiently and silently as always.

Allen leaned forward, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Dad," he said, lowering his voice, "what happened to her?"

Jordan glanced at Emma, then back at Allen with a faint smirk. "Not much," he said nonchalantly. "I left her punishnt to Kafra, and she handled it. Well, she'll be handling it—for the next few months."

Emma's head shot up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "The next few months?!" she whined, her voice filled with equal parts outrage and despair.

"Yes," Jordan replied, his tone as calm as ever. "You made a big mistake, Emma. There's no way I'm letting you off easy."

Emma groaned, turning to Allen with pleading eyes. "Allen, co on! Help out here! Talk to him!"

Allen leaned back in his chair, smiling innocently. "Worth it."

Emma pouted, crossing her arms. "You're the worst."

Allen chuckled, but he couldn't help imagining what kind of punishnt Kafra had in store for Emma. If anyone was more pissed off about the hijack incident than he was, it was Kafra. She was ticulous, exacting, and utterly ruthless when it ca to discipline. He almost felt bad for Emma. Almost. But yeah, she deserved it.

Emma slumped again, muttering, "Can I at least get a reduction if I say sorry?"

Jordan raised an eyebrow, cutting into a piece of bread. "Too late for that."

Emma groaned louder, but before she could protest further, Jordan waved a hand dismissively. "Now, let's eat."

The servants finished laying out the dishes, and the main course was placed in front of each of them. Allen glanced down at his plate, expecting the usual fare, but froze when he saw it. A perfectly cooked salmon fillet, its golden skin glistening with a light drizzle of lemon butter sauce.

For a mont, he just stared. The image of the salmon blurred in his mind, replaced by the bizarre fish creatures from earlier in the day—the weird rmaids, the oversized plankton, and the Anglerqueen with her nightmare-inducing human legs. He could practically see one of the rmaids waving at him with those plumpy lips and an eerie smile plastered across her face.

"Allen?" Emma's voice snapped him out of it. She was leaning over slightly, eyeing him curiously. "You okay? You've been staring at that fish for a while."

"I'm fine," Allen said quickly, shaking his head. "Just… rembering sothing from the ga."

Jordan smirked, clearly amused. "Let guess. Another one of those weird dungeon bosses?"

"Sothing like that," Allen muttered, poking at the salmon with his fork.

Emma perked up, her earlier misery montarily forgotten. "Oh, was it one of those hilarious ones? Like that blob monster with the top hat?"

"No," Allen replied dryly. "This one was an anglerfish. With human legs."

Emma blinked. "Oh."

"And arms," Allen added, grimacing. "Muscular arms."

Jordan chuckled softly, cutting into his own fillet. "I don't envy you."

"It gets worse," Allen said, finally taking a bite of his food. "She also had rusty hooks and kept talking about how jealous everyone was of her beauty."

Emma stared at him for a mont, then burst out laughing, nearly knocking over her glass of water. Yet she didn't say anything.

Allen smirked despite himself, shaking his head. "Yeah, hilarious until she starts spitting stone columns at you."

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Columns?"

"Don't ask," Allen said, taking another bite of his salmon, though the mories of the Anglerqueen still lingered like a bad taste in his mouth.

Emma, however, wasn't done. She leaned forward, her mischievous grin returning. "And boulders," she added, her voice dripping with amusent.

Allen paused mid-chew, turning to glare at her. "Let guess," he said, narrowing his eyes. "It was you who designed that dungeon."

Emma froze for a split second before she sat back, trying—and failing—to look innocent. "I just… gave a few ideas."

Allen put down his fork and crossed his arms, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "Go on. Explain."

Emma huffed, clearly caught but not backing down. "Okay, fine! I an, think about it! If Hell's Gate has too much killing and serious stuff, players will get bored eventually. So, I suggested adding so… flair."

"Flair?" Allen repeated, his tone flat. "You call a fish with human legs and boulders flair?"

Emma grinned sheepishly. "Well, yeah. It's morable, isn't it?"

Allen pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh. "Let get this straight. The Anglerqueen, the stone columns, the boulder rain, all of that was your doing?"

"Not all of it!" Emma protested, waving her hands. "I just pitched the initial idea. The devs took it from there and ran with it."

"And here I thought the weirdness ca from soone with… I don't know, experience in dungeon design," Allen said, shaking his head. "Not my sister."