Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1674: Fake Calm

Villain Ch 1674. Fake Calm

The Dark Portal sealed shut behind Allen with a quiet hiss, like the Crypt itself exhaled at his return.

He stepped through the obsidian hallway with long, silent strides, the echo of his boots ringing in rhythm with the dim torchlight. His armor was still warm from combat. His mind, still echoing with Sophia’s desperate expression. Recording icon. Holy light. The fake calm behind her eyes.

Allen didn’t like fake calm. He could smell desperation.

He reached the throne room and pushed open the heavy doors with one arm, letting them creak dramatically like some scene director added reverb.

The moment the throne hall opened, it hit him—like walking into a sleepover that ran out of shame three hours ago.

The girls had taken over.

Bella was lounging upside down on the throne with her tails fanned out like she was sunbathing on corruption.

Jane was sipping wine straight from the bottle, legs kicked over the sacrificial table.

Zoe was braiding Larissa’s hair, tentacles coiled under her in a neat stack like a Kraken beanbag.

Vivian was playing with Shea’s necklace, tugging it playfully while the siren scolded her with a flustered smile.

All of them turned the second they heard him.

“There he is,” Bella said, rolling back upright and hopping off the throne like nothing. “What took you so long?”

Allen adjusted his gauntlets and gave her a flat look. “I ran into Sophia.”

A beat.

Vivian blinked.

“…She’s online?”

Allen nodded. “I know. Shocking, right?”

Jane let out a low whistle and passed the wine to Alice. “Girl’s got guts logging in after what happened.”

Allen exhaled and dropped into the throne with that signature exhausted authority. “Seems like she wants the spotlight again.”

Larissa crossed her arms and arched one pale brow. “She can have it. I’m still keeping the crypt lighting warm.”

Allen glanced around the room. “You all don’t look too surprised.”

Zoe twirled a strand of hair, her expression casual. “Well… ten minutes is enough to make Vivian spill what happened at the agency.”

Allen blinked once, then turned his head toward the succubus.

Vivian raised both hands. “We need a good topic to entertain ourselves.”

Allen sat up slightly and rolled his shoulders. “Anyway. Enough gossip. Did we pick a hunt zone yet?”

Shea stepped forward and tapped her knuckles against a floating projection crystal. A map unfurled in midair, showing several cursed regions blinking with threat markers.

“So,” she said, “we’ve narrowed it down to two.”

The projection map shimmered in the center of the throne room, casting pulsing light over everyone’s faces as the options loaded.

Shea stepped forward, tapping her nail on the glowing map rune. “Option one—Ashen Maw Fortress.”

“Ashen what now?”

Vivian chimed in with a grin, lounging sideways on the throne armrest. “Ashen Maw Fortress. Level 210 to 250. Giant cursed church, but make it metal. Filled with corrupted paladins and divine-mechanical constructs that look like cathedral mechs.”

“Sounds unnecessarily holy.”

Jane laughed softly. “Oh it is. The corridors are super narrow, magic-warded, and loaded with reflect shields. But if we clear it, the loot’s insane. Holy-to-dark conversion gear with top-tier scaling.”

“Downsides?” Allen asked.

Shea crossed her arms. “Half the mobs resist demon-type magic. Which means most of us are gonna be nerfed unless we adjust loadouts.”

Vivian pouted. “Also, the final boss—Radiant Oathbreaker? Total AoE spammer. Holy burst damage in phase three is disgusting.”

Allen made a thoughtful noise, eyes narrowing slightly. “Alright. What’s option two?”

Zoe slid her tentacles forward and leaned over the table like a student showing off their chaos science project. “Verdant Collapse Basin~”

Allen raised a brow. “Is that the one with the killer flowers?”

“Mutated fae beasts, actually,” Zoe corrected sweetly. “Mind-control vines. Poison fog. Shapeshifting trees. And this time of day? The rare elite spawn rate is through the roof.”

“Sounds like hell.”

“It is. And it’s beautiful,” Zoe sighed. “Dynamic terrain shift every hour. Chaotic mob waves.”

Jane grunted. “But the downsides stack hard. Constant debuffs. Mental resistance checks every five minutes. And the fae effects linger.”

“Linger how?” Allen asked.

Bella snorted. “Let’s just say if you get touched by a lustmoss vine, you’re gonna be feeling ’real friendly’ for the next twelve hours.”

Allen stared at them all.

“So… Ashen Maw has painful holy spam and nerfs demons. Verdant Basin has horny pollen and terrain that actively tries to murder your sense of direction.”

“Exactly~” the girls said in chorus.

Allen exhaled. “Great. Love how all your explanations sound like cursed vacation brochures.”

“Welcome to our lives,” Jane said flatly.

“Well,” Allen muttered, standing up and rolling his shoulders. “Guess it’s time to pick which form of madness we dive into.”

Vivian was already tilting her head, half-interested. “Ashen Maw sounds sexy. Corrupted paladins? Mecha priests? Love that aesthetic.”

“I’m more of a forest murder vibe girl,” Zoe said, stretching. “The basin gives better drop value if we’re farming rare reagents.”

“Yeah, but fae charm debuffs?” Jane grunted. “We’ll be crawling all over Allen before the final zone loads.”

“…That’s a con?” Bella asked innocently.

Allen rubbed his chin.

Both zones were high-level. Both would challenge the team. Ashen Maw would make good use of his magic resistance buffs and AoE build. But it would nerf Jane, Vivian, and half the demon-heavy party until they adjusted. The Basin, on the other hand, was chaos incarnate. Fae territory was always unpredictable. Great for loot. Terrible for sanity.

Allen weighed the variables. Strategy. Map conditions. Party strength.

Then he looked around the room.

Jane was leaning too close to his side. Vivian was giving him that slow-eye squint like she’d “accidentally” trigger a charm debuff herself just to cause problems. Shea was quietly checking her anti-poison gear, and Zoe had already pulled up a zone overlay for travel pathing.

Allen sighed and made the call.

“We’re going to Ashen Maw.”

Groans and cheers rang out.

“Yesss,” Vivian whispered, already tapping open her holy corruption resistance loadout.

“But I like mind-control plants,” Zoe pouted.

“You also like wrapping me in tentacles and calling it a buff,” Allen muttered.

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