[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se":3,"chapter-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1638":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},662857,893,"Chapter 1632: Do You Ever Run Out of Stamina?","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1638",1638,"\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1632. Do You Ever Run Out of Stamina?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio let out a low whistle. \"So that explains why you’re here in the city like a crypt goblin trying to dump loot. What’d you get?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A few rare mats,\" Allen said, scrolling casually through his inventory screen. \"And a couple bugs I need to report.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio chuckled. \"Sounds cozy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They let the conversation settle, letting the hum of the city surround them. The auction district had that late-night stillness—soft glowing signs, wind that tugged at hanging paper lanterns, and AFK vendors frozen mid-pose like eerie mannequins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It almost felt real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too real sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio glanced sideways. \"So... that frustration earlier. Just the whole Goldborne label? Or something else?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the auction stall screen, but his jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not good at sitting still,\" he said eventually. \"Watching everyone else play while I’m stuck in observation mode? It eats at me. Doesn’t matter how much I pretend otherwise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio tilted his head slightly, his usual smirk replaced by something quieter. \"They really clip your wings that much?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen gave a dry laugh. \"They don’t clip them. They just build the cage nice and gold. In other words... rules.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio winced a little. \"That’s poetic. I hate it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hate that I relate to it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another silence. Another breeze. Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wanna duel?\" Elio asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen turned, blinked. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You heard me.\" Elio stretched his arms up over his head, casual as ever. \"Let’s duel. Just you and me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen raised an eyebrow, voice deadpan. \"You sure?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I dunno,\" Allen said, folding his arms. \"Maybe because if I win, you’ll say I cheated. Y’know. Because I’m the game owner’s son and I get ’secret buffs’ or some crap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio snorted. \"Oh, c’mon. Don’t insult me. I’ve known your skills long before the ’Goldborne’ title ever stuck. You were a monster in ranked arenas even before this game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stared at him for a long second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then cracked a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Fine. You want a duel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio grinned back. \"Only if you promise not to cry when you lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen huffed. \"I don’t cry. I retaliate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" Elio said, hopping down after him. \"I need the adrenaline.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen turned, stretching slightly. \"Great. Let me finish dumping my loot first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the nearest loot vendor, the kind with an actual character model instead of a default stall. The NPC blinked to life, wide-eyed and chipper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, Champion! Would you like to sell today’s hard-earned goods?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t even answer. He flicked open his inventory and dragged a dozen icons into the sale grid. The screen rang softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You have sold 12 items.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Total profit: 52,680 Gold Coins.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Money has been added to your account.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen closed the window with a smooth swipe, then turned back to Elio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay. I’m ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio cracked his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Player Mac invites you to a duel. Do you want to accept it?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes\u002FNo]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit [Yes].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around them shimmered faintly as the duel instance loaded. Invisible walls sealed the combat zone. The sounds of the city dulled into background ambience, distant and irrelevant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio summoned his shield with a solid clang. A massive slab of enchanted steel etched with golden runes. His sword followed, heavy and blunt-edged—made for hammering, not slicing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Allen rolled his shoulders. His dual blades flickered into existence—sleek, wicked, black-edged things that looked like they drank the light around them. His stance was loose. Casual. Disrespectfully calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sure you want to do this?\" Elio called out, spinning his sword once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen tilted his head. \"You already locked the duel. Bit late to ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re cocky today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Always am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then let’s begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Battle Start]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio stomped forward, shield raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Charge]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots hit the stone with thunderous weight, each step pushing a little burst of pressure through the air. Defensive stance locked in. Damage resistance up. He charged headfirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t even move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Shadow Dance]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Allen vanished—no smoke, no spark. Just gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio spun on instinct. \"Behind—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shield absorbed the twin slashes, sparks erupting as both of Allen’s blades slammed into it with ridiculous speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice reflexes,\" Allen said, twisting mid-air and flipping back with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Rapid Strikes]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in again. Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio planted his shield and dropped his center of gravity, bracing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s flurry clanged against his guard like a rain of steel—each hit a blur of motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio grunted. \"Your speed’s as annoying as ever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks,\" Allen chirped. \"I moisturize.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio pushed back hard, shoving Allen off balance for just a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged, shield first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Divine Slam]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shield glowed faintly before he bashed it forward like a battering ram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen sidestepped. Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edge of the blow sent a shockwave through the air, cracking the nearby flagstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t stop moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Mirage Clone]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Allen blinked into existence beside him—an illusion, Elio realized too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Allens rushed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pivoted fast, smashing through the clone with his sword. It vanished in a puff of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the real Allen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already under his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Fang Crescent]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blades crossed and slashed upward in an X—Elio blocked it by a hair’s breadth, backpedaling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Shield Durability -5%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio gritted his teeth. \"No one else’s attacks eat my shield like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not like anyone else,\" Allen replied, voice low now, eyes gleaming with mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was faster than before. More polished. Like dueling a damn shadow with a sword collection and a sarcastic mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Sanctuary Ring]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pale glow encircled him for a moment—temporary defense buff. He’d need every second of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen came in again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Shadow Reaper Combo]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nightmare of angles and speed and pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio spun in place, parried once, twice, three times, then blocked the fourth with the flat of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Shield Durability -12%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Armor Durability -3%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you ever run out of stamina?\" Elio grunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen smirked. \"You mean emotionally or in-game?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Both.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1038,"2026-06-02T07:44:34.753Z",1,"novelbin.me","3c412499843dcaeea1529e8f4da3d1e7a6ea952be79e937a6ca5a8f94dd2433a","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1639","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1637",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]