Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1282: I Don’t Just Play The Villain in The Game

Villain Ch 1282. I Don't Just Play The Villain in The Ga

Allen didn't respond imdiately, but the slight curve of his lips gave away his thoughts. He could already imagine the scene: Elio walking into the conference, catching sight of him, and then the slow, dawning realization spreading across his face as the announcents rolled out. It would be… interesting.

"True," Allen said finally, his tone calm but thoughtful. "But sooner or later, he'll probably find out. Everyone will." His crimson eyes flickered as he leaned back slightly. "The dia will be there. So gaming dia, too. A few of them have already interviewed . If they dig, it won't take long for the pieces to co together."

That brought a rare silence to the group. For a mont, nobody said anything. Even Vivian seed to be considering the implications.

Shea broke the quiet with a huff, crossing her arms. "Good thing you've never done anything too notable in Hell's Gate. At least that keeps the spotlight off you."

"Uh, not entirely," Alice cut in with a smirk. "Rember when he rocked the forum for landing a hit on the emperor that one ti?"

Bella tilted her head thoughtfully. "Oh, yeah. But that was just the one ti, right?"

"Only once," Allen confird with a faint shrug.

Vivian grinned mischievously. "Still, you know so people might take issue with that. So players will scream favoritism, even if it's BS."

Jane let out a dry laugh, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. "Oh, I can definitely imagine that. The forums will be on fire."

Larissa rested her chin on her hand and spoke smoothly. "But if it cos up, they can explain it during the conference. You're not breaking any rules."

"Exactly," Allen agreed, his tone matter-of-fact. "The battle was just a taste of the water—an experint to see how players would react. Besides, I've followed the rules to the letter. I've never won any pins in this ga, never joined events, and I'm not a guild leader. Hell, our guild isn't even ranked."

"That's true," Shea admitted. "And according to the terms and conditions, ga staff are allowed to play. They're just not allowed to use OP characters, join events, or be part of famous guilds. You've stayed low."

"Exactly," Allen said with a faint smirk. "If soone still has a problem with it, we'll deal with it then. There's no point in being afraid of shadows." He paused, glancing at the group. "Besides, rather than worrying about that, you should all focus on the conference. If you need a ride, let know. I'll send a car to pick you up."

Jane's lips curled into a sly smile, and she leaned toward Allen, her index finger brushing her lips. "Actually," she murmured, her voice teasing, "I'd prefer if you picked up. With your motorcycle."

The others imdiately perked up, the mood shifting as Jane continued.

"Can you imagine it?" she said, tilting her head. "The young master of the Goldborne family showing up on a motorcycle instead of so fancy car—with in the backseat? Oh, the drama."

A pause followed.

And then the group collectively fell silent, each of them picturing the scene in vivid detail.

Vivian was the first to break the silence, her grin practically splitting her face. "Oh, that does sound sexy."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Or not. It's not exactly the right vibe for a conference, you know. You'd show up with helt hair, Jane. Real classy."

"Actually," Vivian said, wagging a finger with mock seriousness, "there's a trick for that. You can—"

"Vivian," Shea cut in, giving her a flat look. "Nobody's doing that. Stop encouraging her."

"I'm just saying!" Vivian protested, laughing. "It's an option!"

Allen sighed, though the faint amusent in his expression didn't go unnoticed. "If I show up on a motorcycle, the conference will stop being about the ga and turn into a tabloid circus. Let's not."

Jane pouted, clearly enjoying the teasing more than she let on. "Fine. But admit it, Allen. You'd look good."

"Obviously," Vivian interjected with a playful wink.

"Alright, that's enough," Larissa said smoothly, though the faint curve of her lips betrayed her amusent. "Let's focus, shall we?"

The group settled slightly, the teasing giving way to a more thoughtful quiet.

Shea broke the silence again, her tone curious. "So… what's the plan if Elio makes a scene? He's not exactly the type to let things slide, especially if he figures out who you are."

"He might not even care," Bella pointed out. "Also, Azura already knew about Allen, and Alex… Well, he's Alex."

"Elio's the wild card," Zoe added. "If he feels like you've been hiding sothing, he might push back."

Allen considered this for a mont, his gaze distant. "If it cos to that, I'll handle it. But I doubt he'll start anything at the conference itself. It's too public."

"And if he does?" Shea pressed.

Allen's smirk returned, sharper this ti. "Then they'll find out I don't just play the villain in the ga."

The others exchanged glances, the weight of his words settling over them.

"Dramatic as ever," Larissa said softly, though there was a flicker of approval in her tone.

"That's why we love him," Vivian said with a grin. "Dramatic, commanding, and always with that 'I know sothing you don't' energy. Total package."

Allen shook his head, letting out a quiet laugh. "Co on. We've got work to do. The conference is just the beginning."

The group exchanged glances. For all their banter, they knew he was right. The ga wasn't just their battlefield anymore—it was bleeding into the real world in ways they couldn't ignore.

"So…" Shea started, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "What is the next step? We usually log off after big events like this, right? Celebrate, strategize, take a breather."

"Breather?" Jane cut in with a wry smirk. "Speak for yourself. So of us actually plan."

"Oh, here we go," Vivian teased, rolling her eyes. "Alright, Jane. Hit us with the grand master plan. What are we doing?"

Jane paused, crossing her arms. "What if," she began slowly, "we checked out Debaris now?"