VILLAIN MMORPG: ALMIGHTY DEVIL EMPEROR AND HIS SEVEN DEMONIC WIVES - Chapter 605 What Kind of “Break” Do You Mean?

Chapter 605 What Kind of “Break” Do You Mean?

?Villain Ch 605. What Kind of “Break” Do You Mean?

In the following hour, as Father^Alex engaged in a discussion with his main team, Allen and the girls resumed their hunt. The players on their hit list met their fate one after another, marking another wave of villainous actions echoing through Hell’s Gate. However, a crucial distinction emerged – none of the players had their names disclosed or encountered the same coordinated onslaught as Father^Alex.

The news of the widespread villainous activity began to circulate within the game, creating a buzz of curiosity and unease among the players. It seemed like the devil emperor’s direct approach was reserved for a select few, leaving others to grapple with the uncertainty of the villains’ intentions.

The devil emperor also paid Yora a visit, he called her usual name “lil’ kitten.” Unlike Father^Alex’s encounter, the devil emperor didn’t delve into any grand plan or express any perceived threat. For Yora, the routine was a brief greeting, a swift execution, and an exit, leaving her questioning the purpose behind this peculiar visit. For sure, she didn’t get any good exposure from the act since the devil emperor killed her in a secluded place.

Players across Hell’s Gate quickly discerned the discrepancies in the devil emperor’s approach. The absence of explicit plans or declarations of danger toward Yora emphasized the stark contrast with Father^Alex’s situation. The gaming forums buzzed with discussions, fueled by a player who uploaded a screen recording, intensifying the speculation around the importance of Father^Alex’s role in the unfolding events.

Allen and the girls hustled back to the Cursed Crypts. Determined, they headed straight to the NPC room, ready to complete their quest with Grimar. He entered Grimar’s workshop, the NPC craftsman looked up from his workbench, his bushy beard giving him a wise appearance. “Ah, the emperor, back so soon?” Grimar greeted with a friendly nod.

“Yeah, Grimar, I’ve completed the quest and brought all the materials you need,” Allen replied, handing over the carefully collected items.

Grimar’s eyes gleamed as he inspected the materials. “Excellent work! These are top-notch. I’ll get started on your weapon right away.”

“Great, thanks, Grimar. Take your time,” Allen said appreciatively.

The craftsman nodded, “Alright. Your weapon will be worth the wait.”

Quickly, Grimar began to organize the materials and lay out his tools, Allen observed the meticulous craftsmanship in action. The clinking of metal and the occasional hiss of a forge added an ambient rhythm to the workspace.

“Your weapons will be a force to be reckoned with,” Grimar assured, his hands skillfully shaping the raw materials. “Come back tomorrow, and you’ll have the masterpiece.”

The workshop air was thick with the scent of metal and the hum of machinery. Allen leaned against a worktable, he took a deep breath, feeling the mixture of anticipation and impatience bubbling within him. The completion of the quest meant new weapons, and that thought alone fueled his excitement.

Bella broke the momentary silence. “So, what should we do next?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Or should we take a break?” she added, contemplating their options.

Alice chimed in with a teasing grin. “Depends on what kind of break you’re talking about~,” she said, playfully hinting at something more leisurely. Her gaze shifted to Allen, her smile turning mischievous. “Since Allen’s bloody hands kinda look hot,” she continued, adding a playful twist. The mention of blood made them all look down at his hands, now stained and bearing the marks of the slaughtering he had done.

“Easy, Alice. I don’t think a blood spa is on the agenda today,” Larissa teased, chuckling along with the others.

Allen wiped his cheek with a grin. “Very funny. But thanks for calling me hot.”

Jane’s eyes lingered on Allen, a peculiar sensation washing over her. ‘Well, I don’t mind for a blood spa,’ she thought. There was an unexpected allure in Allen’s post-battle appearance, a raw and rugged charm that seemed to captivate her. As she observed him, the adrenaline-fueled state he was in after the intense fight seemed to add an extra layer of magnetism. The blood stains on his cheek and neck, the battle scars etched across his armor – it all combined to create a picture that, for some reason, stirred something within Jane. Her heart quickened.

“What kind of ‘break’ do you mean?” Zoe asked, her tone carrying a teasing edge as she shot a mischievous look at Alice, dispersing Jane’s thoughts. Discover, Devour, Delight: N♡vεlB¡n.

Alice was quick to respond, ready to unleash her playful banter, but before she could utter a word, Bella intervened. She swiftly covered Alice’s mouth, offering a humorous excuse. “Just forget what she said. She forgot to take her medicine,” Bella quipped with a sly grin, mocking Alice’s fictional medicinal needs.

Alice, once freed from Bella’s temporary restraint, rolled her eyes in annoyance. She pushed Bella’s hand away and clicked her tongue in frustration. “Tch! Party pooper,” she sneered, clearly irritated that her banter had been curtailed.

“Hey, you promised to accompany me shopping after this,” Bella complained, her hands firmly planted on her waist in a classic gesture of mock seriousness. The purpose of this impromptu shopping trip was to celebrate Allen’s move into his new residence, or room, to be more precise. The idea had originated with Alice, and they had initially considered gifting Allen a top-of-the-line gaming device from Alice’s shop. However, it dawned on them that Allen, now the young master of a gaming empire, would likely possess more cutting-edge technology than even Alice’s shop could offer.

“Oh right, I forgot about that,” Alice admitted with a playful cringe, realizing the oversight.

Allen couldn’t resist teasing, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “So, no blood spa today?” he quipped, adding a touch of humor to the conversation.

Shea, with a playful wink, chimed in, “Well, maybe tomorrow.” Not only Alice and Bella, but all of them had the same thought of giving Allen something to congratulate him. But their individual plans added an element of surprise and fun to the mix. They had agreed to get a different present for Allen.