[{"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-1794":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},663013,893,"Chapter 1788: Mirrors [Part 2]","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1794",1794,"\u003Cp>Chapter 1788: Mirrors [Part 2]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1788. Mirrors [Part 2]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane stood alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her maze was… quieter than the others. Dimly lit, the mirrors lined with faint gold etchings. Like ancient books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw herself clearly. Not in the mirror, but in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl hunched in her chair, midnight snacks beside her, glasses fogged from crying at a spicy harem chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always thought no one would get her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would understand why she cried over tragic villains or rooted for morally gray anti-heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I always thought…” Her voice wavered. “That no one would get it. That I’d marry my bookshelf. That I’d die surrounded by bookmarks and regrets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror didn’t answer. But she didn’t need it to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she knew now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The author she worshipped. The one who made her heart ache with every broken redemption arc and morally gray monologue—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t some unreachable idol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who’d asked if she’d eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who joked about skeleton kings but stayed awake through her full 43-minute rant about undead caste systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had seen her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her. Not just the player. Not just the priestess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it hit her all at once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t just the writer of the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrote her into his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a trope. Not as a background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone who mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers trembled on the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled but didn’t fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He made me feel like the stories I loved weren’t embarrassing,” she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her voice cracked, soft and broken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He made me feel like I wasn’t embarrassing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, Bella blinked at the mirror in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection staring back was… embarrassingly familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Level 1 gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh God,” Bella groaned. “Not this again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was silent, but the air had that surreal echo—like the mirror was listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms crossed defensively. “Yeah, yeah, I remember. I used to suck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t mean the words. Not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing herself like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because back then, she really believed she’d never shine on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Alice would outpace her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or worse—get a boyfriend first and forget about her entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was stupid. But it was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a slow breath. “We thought we’d drift,” she said quietly, though no one was there to hear. “New relationships. Different paths. Jealousy, loneliness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection didn’t laugh. But she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…And then we both fell for the same guy,” she whispered, like it was some punchline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some cosmic joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Allen hadn’t just taken one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He teased them differently. Fought beside them differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listened to them differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made it all feel fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another mirrored chamber, Alice stood very still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection stared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice narrowed her eyes. “Is this supposed to guilt trip me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crossed her arms and muttered, “Oh, c’mon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered the night before they choose to play Hell’s Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d overthink things—what if Bella got serious with some guy? What if they stopped being… them? Would she forget her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were weird together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of chaotic weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would anyone ever be into both of them, and not just tolerate one for the other?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t just tolerate her. He made them feel and treat them fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled, just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess we got corrupted by the same bastard,” she said under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made everything okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larissa stood before the mirror with her arms folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black corset top. Blood-red skirt that was way too short. Pale skin practically glowing in contrast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fangs were tiny back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her smile…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smug, flirty thing she wore like armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you,” she murmured to her reflection. Vampire shouldn’t have reflection, but she guess this one was an exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl in the glass tilted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still cocky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still smug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled—slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That version of her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d just wanted to mess around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he showed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, she thought he was just another stubborn, edgy solo player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acting mysterious. The usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flirted. Of course she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few teasing lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standard Larissa behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he didn’t flirt back—not right away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She got curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… obsessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he wasn’t like the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t chase her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t ignore her either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even realize she’d fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until one day she woke up and realized it wasn’t a game anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just her avatar that warmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl behind the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who used to say “I play to mess around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave her something worth remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection stayed quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like it knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for once, Larissa didn’t wink at herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t pose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Full. Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He ruined my villain arc,” she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then added with a grin, “And I’d let him do it again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the last one was… Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the mirror maze, and for a second—just a second—he thought maybe it would be empty. Silent. Like the game was offering him mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not shattered. Not warped. Not lit with fire or stained with blood like the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own reflection stared back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original Devil Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn. You again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something behind it did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you the one who built this team?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or are you just riding their momentum?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without them… who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hit harder than any boss fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because yeah—he’d asked himself that before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dead of night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the room was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he the reason this new team worked?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was he just lucky enough to tag along for the ride?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers curled into fists slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That’s not fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice didn’t soften.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If they weren’t here… would you still be strong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the silence crawl in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two years ago, he would’ve answered yes instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he was full solo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when trust was something he burned the moment it got too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the betrayal. Both for the team and his ex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the silence after that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way his chest ached even though he knew it was just a game?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah. That scar still stung when he thought about it too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he swore he’d go solo after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Build walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Play quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hop in and out of dungeons. Maybe drop a nuke skill and leave before anyone tried to be friendly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>600 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>400 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic Castle= 4 bonus chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space Craft= 6 bonus chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget to leave comments\u002Freviews\u002Fany support~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you for your support XD\u003C\u002Fp>",1178,"2026-06-02T07:44:39.885Z",1,"novelbin.me","1b5fde51811a7a22ce0cd828ab48973d3b44a0f94075cd85de5a42e622a64474","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1795","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1793",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]