Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 388 If Only, Right?

Villain Ch 388. If Only, Right?

Yora, her annoyance montarily set aside, turned her attention to Mac as he led the charge against the approaching mob. She swiftly invoked her healing and barrier skills, her magic intertwining with her determination to nd his wounds and bolster his defenses.

The battle unfolded in a flurry of strikes and spells, their teamwork evident as they swiftly dispatched the enemies that had encroached upon them. A sense of accomplishnt rippled through the group as victory was secured, but Yora's countenance was far from jubilant.

While the others basked in the triumph, Yora's gaze remained fixed on the now-vacant altar, a shadow of disappointnt marring her features. The absence of Allen and his companions was like a void, dampening the victory she had just participated in. It was clear to those around her that sothing was amiss in her mood, a disconnect between the victory they had achieved and her own feelings.

As the elation of the battle faded, Mac turned his attention to Yora, sensing that sothing had transpired beyond their own encounter. "Did sothing just happen?" he inquired, his brow furrowing with concern as he surveyed the players around them, noting the discrepancies in health and mana bars.

"Yes. Two villains just appeared and attacked us," INeedAHotGF admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. The situation had undoubtedly escalated in an unexpected direction, and it was evident that Allen's group had been at the center of it.

"The attack happened very quickly. It only happened in less than half a minute," Lord*Hunter interjected, his tone conveying a sense of urgency as he recounted the swift events that had unfolded. "But the damage was crazy."

Arrow_Master chid in, his disbelief evident in his voice. "And what shocked us was that it was Allen and his group who managed to make them withdraw." His words hung in the air, a testant to the unexpected turn of events that had left them all stunned.

As the revelations sank in, Mac's expression shifted from disbelief to genuine shock. "Are you serious?" he exclaid, his eyes wide with astonishnt. The notion that Allen's group had not only faced but also successfully repelled the attackers was difficult to comprehend.

The confirmation ca in the form of unanimous nods from the others. INeedAHotGF contributed, driving ho the reality of the situation. "We are serious. Even Allen managed to injure the succubus queen." The weight of those words settled heavily in the air, leaving a mix of awe and disbelief in their wake.

Arrow_Master leaned closer to Mac. "And when Sophia tried to heal him, he refused," he added in a much lower voice.

Mac's gaze flicked toward Yora, and he couldn't help but notice the disappointnt etched on her features. The events had evidently hit a sore spot, amplifying her existing frustration. In response, Mac's determination ignited. He squared his shoulders, his resolve solidifying. "I think we should try harder than this," he declared, his voice laced with a newfound sense of purpose. The battle may have ended, but the drive to improve had only just begun.

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Another week slipped by. With the event drawing near, players across the ga were busy making preparations, readying themselves for the upcoming grand spectacle that kicked off with the massive war event, from their level to their equipnt. Allen and his group were no exception to this feverish activity, imrsed in their own plans and strategies for the impending challenges.

However, tonight was different for Allen. Instead of the usual online gaming routine, he found himself engaged in a unique form of preparation. The digital clock on his table blinked at 06:01 PM, marking the start of a rather atypical venture for him. Clad in a neatly pressed shirt and a well-fitted suit, Allen stood before his mirror, carefully assessing his appearance. His attire was a blend of formality and semi-formality, a choice prompted by a suggestion from Shea in their group chat.

The suit he wore was a recent acquisition, purchased with his first substantial paynt from the ga – a sum that had exceeded his expectations and could even cover the cost of a standard family car. He couldn't help but marvel at how gaming had turned from a hobby into a source of significant inco, providing him with opportunities he had never imagined before.

His gaze t his reflection's eyes, a sense of anticipation building within him. He adjusted his belt with a practiced hand, ensuring it was neatly aligned. Tonight was an event of a different kind, a dinner that held its own significance. And as Allen cast a final look at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitent and curiosity for the night that lay ahead.

The jingle of his phone's ringtone pierced the air, drawing Allen's attention. He plucked his phone from its resting place and scanned the incoming ssage.

Shea: We're close.

Allen's fingers danced across the screen in swift response.

Allen: I'll be waiting for you at the entrance.

With a decisive nod, Allen spritzed a touch of cologne and made his way out of his room, descending to the lobby of his apartnt building. He barely had ti to catch his breath before a sleek luxury car pulled up at the entrance, beckoning him in.

He slid into the seat beside Zoe, her playful grin lighting up the interior. "Looking good, Allen," she chid.

He shot her a grateful smile. "Thanks."

Shea, sitting on the other side, leaned in with a wink. "You're like a bona fide rich young master now."

A chuckle escaped Allen's lips. "If only, right?" His response held a touch of playful wistfulness. The truth was, he often wondered about his true parentage, harboring a secret longing to uncover the identity of his biological father. He had tried to search for Alex Frostbane. Yet, despite his best efforts, social dia searches had yielded no leads.

Due to his answer, Shea and Zoe glanced at Allen and smiled, since they knew he was a real rich young master.