Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1682: Tin Hubby

Villain Ch 1682. Tin Hubby

Larissa snorted—couldn’t help it. She turned—and there were their friends.

Vivian led the pack, whipping coiled at her hip, ash sared over one cheek like combat makeup.

Zoe slithered behind, drenched and steaming as usual, water magic still dripping off her hair.

Bella bounced at Zoe’s side, tails swishing in giddy relief.

Jane ambled in last, cradling a reanimated skull like it was a purse dog. All of them looked equally battered, equally victorious.

Larissa planted a hand on her hip. "Define it, Viv."

Vivian eyed the lipstick-sared corner of Allen’s mouth, the still-heaving rise of his coat. "Uh-huh. The seal breaks, and you co out looking like a deleted scene from a vampire soap opera. We fought a choir-golem. You two fought each other’s clothing, apparently."

Allen, still holding his sword, arched one brow at Vivian. "Priorities. We disabled an elite sanction construct and tried to solve the ritual puzzle. Kissed maybe once or two. You?"

Jane raised her hand. "I got this jawbone." She made the skull chatter. "It says: ’Please bury , I suffer.’"

Everyone stared.

Allen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Jane."

Zoe elbowed Bella. "Pay up. I said they’d make out before we regrouped."

Bella groaned and flicked a gold coin Zoe’s way with her tail. "At least let bet on whether they’ll do it again before the boss."

Larissa rolled her eyes—and glanced sidelong at Allen. A private smirk passed between them, an unspoken probably.

Allen cleared his throat, forced the team back on track. "Status report. Any injuries?"

"Nothing that won’t regenerate," Zoe said, flexing a slick arm.

Vivian nodded. "We’re good. The choir-golem dropped anthem tokens. Might barter for a blessing later."

Allen unsummoned his blade, black tal evaporating into smoke. He still looked more ruffled than he wanted, hair mussed, collar askew—but there was a brightness in his red irises now, a heat Larissa knew wasn’t just battle adrenaline.

She felt it too—still buzzing in her veins. That mini make-out left her heart ticking double ti. She’d been half-in love with this devil since he gutted her on day one and asked if she wanted another round. Now the feeling thrumd louder, tangling with hunger and victorious bloodlust.

He shot her a sidelong look that said hold it together. She grinned—fangs peeking—because she had no intention of holding anything.

Allen addressed the group, voice cool and calm again—his post-fight, post-flirting default.

"Mini-boss subdued. Partition runes offline. We’ve acquired a servant construct."

He jerked a thumb backward at the kneeling Warden shell now quietly brooding in his shadow like a tarnished rember-. Its cracked fra clicked faintly as it adjusted its pose, still bound by Allen’s Pact. The once-holy glow around its joints now pulsed with corrupted loyalty.

Then ca Shea’s voice—dry.

"Oh. We also fought that guy."

Allen blinked. "You did?"

"Yep," Shea nodded, fluttering down from a stone arch, her tal-feathered wings twitching as she landed. "Sa twisted church-bot, called a ’vessel of divine wind’ or whatever. Rude."

"I had to decapitate it," Vivian said, flicking dust off her whip as if it was no big deal.

"Mine exploded," Zoe added cheerfully, still dripping seawater. "But I turned it into a blood sauna first. Therapeutic."

Allen stared at them. "Wait. So we all fought the sa miniboss?"

"Looks like it," Jane said, voice far too happy as she hugged her bone-chattering skull closer. "Mine tried to marry too. I said no with a fireball to the face. Very romantic."

"Huh." Allen frowned, glancing toward the center of the cathedral. "That explains the repetition. So the dungeon split us up and made us all fight a Warden clone?"

Vivian rested a hand on her hip, brow arching. "Maybe that’s why I had to wait so long. Like it couldn’t advance until everyone cleared their version."

"Eh?" Larissa said, brow furrowing. "You too?"

Zoe nodded. "Yeah, we also triggered a quest. Sothing about the ’Bound Saint’ and choices and weddings and... free will, I think?"

Alice finally stepped forward, her pristine white combat coat still crisp despite the dust. "The Saint quest?"

"Yeah," Zoe said. "That."

Larissa looked from one face to another, red eyes narrowing. "So we all got the sa thing. Sa corrupted Warden. Sa statue. Sa tragic voice line about marriage and freedom."

Allen muttered, "Sa attempt to brand you a bride."

She crossed her arms. "Guess the dungeon wasn’t just throwing mobs at us—it was syncing a test across the party. Sa enemies. Sa setup. Sa pressure. Just... divided us."

Jane’s smile widened, creepy and knowing. "So if even one of us lost..."

"We all would’ve failed," Larissa finished grimly.

Zoe shivered, rubbing her arms. "Dungeon was serious about teamwork, huh?"

Alice nodded slowly, her voice even. "It wasn’t just a chanical challenge. It was psychological. A test in trust and independence. Split us up to see if we could each carry weight alone... and still survive as one."

There was a pause—one of those rare, heavy monts where even the system stayed quiet.

Then—

"Anyway..." Bella’s fox ears perked with mischievous delight. "Can we call it Tin Hubby?"

Allen froze.

Everyone turned.

He slowly turned his head toward the fox girl.

Larissa snorted, unable to contain herself, and then just barked out a laugh. "Oh gods. Yes. Please."

Allen huffed, one eye twitching. "We are not naming my servitor Tin Hubby."

Bella bead. "Too late. Emotionally, I’m already attached."

Zoe nodded solemnly. "Petition accepted."

Jane tilted her skull like it agreed too. "He looks like a Tin Hubby."

Larissa leaned on him with a teasing smirk. "Co on. He did call Bride. Might as well own it."

He stared at her. "I said no. Don’t marry it."

Vivian snapped her fingers like she’d rembered sothing. "Wait, does that an we all got proposed to by a holy ch?"

"Technically," Shea said. "Which ans Allen’s Warden is now a multi-tiline polygamist."

"I’m going to throw it into the next lava trap we find," he joked.

"Tin Hubby doesn’t deserve that," Bella pouted.