[{"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-1763":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},662982,893,"Chapter 1757: Unimpressed","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1763",1763,"\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1757. Unimpressed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio expected a quick answer. Something smug. A nod. A lazy shrug. Maybe even a sarcastic \"Sure, champ.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Allen didn’t say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stared at Elio, sipping his drink like it was some fine vintage instead of budget desert whiskey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence dragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, of course, Elio couldn’t stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward, elbows on the polished glass table, and gave a dramatic sigh. \"Guess you don’t like the idea. Well, that’s fine. I’ll just call you My H—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, fine,\" Allen cut in, sharp as a dagger. \"One duel. After this. You don’t need to call me that anymore. Don’t give me another trauma, I’ve had enough last night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King nearly spit his drink. \"Oh? The Goldborne young master had trauma? Don’t tell me it was because you were hanging out with too many billionaire heiresses?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was meant as a joke. Everyone chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because yeah... that did sound like a very Allen problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Allen just sighed and rolled his neck. \"No. My obsessed ex was waiting in front of my mansion all night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King blinked. \"Wait. You mean—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sophia,\" Allen said, flatly. \"She was just... there. Waiting. Creeping out. So I had to crash at my girlfriend’s place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence went deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ambient tavern music felt too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuna made a small sound like a strangled cough. \"...Damn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King shook his head slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t answer. He just took another sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex leaned forward, wide-eyed. \"Wait wait wait—that Sophia? Like, the crazy one who cursed Elio’s guild and made a scene at the last conference?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one and only,\" Allen muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That explains it...\" Elio muttered. \"Liam and Darren requested to rejoin my guild this morning. Both of them. Full apology paragraph. It felt suspicious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King raised an eyebrow. \"They got their freedom. At last.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly. I thought they were either drunk or desperate,\" Elio said, frowning. \"Also explains why she called me at 7 A.M.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex looked confused. \"She called you? For what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No idea,\" Elio replied. \"Didn’t pick it up. She tried like... three more times. New numbers. I didn’t pick those up either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smart,\" Red_King nodded. \"Again, both of you dodged a bullet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet,\" Elio said, draining his drink and standing up. He looked directly at Allen, eyes sharp. \"But maybe I’ll dodge it better if I can spar with someone who gives me nightmares.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen groaned. \"At least let me finish my drink first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did. Downed the last of it with a long exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then they were moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorroc City was beautiful at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a sand-swept, slightly-trying-to-kill-you way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert sun hung mercilessly overhead, bleaching the sky to a hard, cloudless white. Heat shimmered off the sandstone walls, warping the air like a mirage. The city buzzed faintly in the background—vendors shouting from under awnings, wind chimes rattling on balconies, the occasional clang of a forge somewhere deeper in the district. Gorroc was alive, but this part? This stretch between the outer alleys and the practice zone? It was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio picked a wide training ground a few blocks from the lounge. Technically open to public PvP, but nobody sane was out sparring in this kind of heat unless they really wanted to lose hydration and HP.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practice ring was a circle of cracked reddish stone, the edges outlined in sun-faded mana lines. A few scorch marks still lingered from past fire spells. The air clung dry and heavy, sweat already beading under armor. Their boots crunched faintly on the sand-dusted ground as they took position, shadows small and sharp beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And definitely not a place for amateurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood across from each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King, Alex, Yuna, and Rei leaned on the fence outside the circle. Spectators. Commentators. Casual witnesses to either history or disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio drew his sword. The steel glimmered faintly with light runes. Holy-affinity. His kite shield came next—massive, ornate, silver-edged and battle-scuffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood tall. Centered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You ready?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t say anything. He just reached behind his back and unsheathed both blades in a single smooth motion. The sound of steel scraping free echoed like a whisper between their boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stance was lazy. Unimpressed. No guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the duel notification appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Player Mac has invited you to a Duel. Do you agree?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes \u002F No]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen tapped [Yes].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Elio braced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duel Start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert sun bore down like a punishment. Their boots scuffed against the cracked red sandstone as they squared off, shadows short and sharp beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dry gust of wind kicked dust between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio raised his shield, adjusted the grip on his sword, and narrowed his eyes. Allen... didn’t raise his daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stepped forward. Not back. Not sideways. Around. Like wind curling around stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dagger flicked out—not at the shield, not at the chestplate, but lower. It tapped the seam between Elio’s greaves and thighplate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HP -9%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio jolted, staggered back a step, shield flaring with a golden ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t make sense. His gear was reinforced. Fully enchanted. No way a flick should’ve dented his HP bar like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn,\" Elio muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t answer. Just turned slightly. Like circling a puzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time Elio didn’t wait. He pushed forward, pressure high, steps calculated. A few test slashes—clean, aimed at center mass. Then a hard horizontal bash to force Allen off balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t meet the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped under it—too fast—and slammed a boot up into Elio’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HP -14%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Briefly Staggered]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio cursed, sliding back half a meter, dust kicking up under his boots. \"The hell was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen just tilted his head. Calm. Patient. Like he wasn’t in a duel—like he was reading Elio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pissed him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elio gritted his teeth and activated a three-move combo—Holy Slash into Shield Bash into a timed Mana Burst detonation meant to stun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen shattered the rhythm instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1006,"2026-06-02T07:44:39.885Z",1,"novelbin.me","35a44f446494bfc41ee62b8b669dc4459ffe33fb8999543a1bf3c1f2ec420730","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1764","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1762",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]