Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1606. Is That What This is About?

Vivian rolled her eyes. “He’s gonna be the thumbnail of every player reaction video by tomorrow.”

Allen smiled. “He earned it.”

He finally stood up, brushing dust from his coat and stretching a little.

“We should head back,” he said.

Jane pouted. “Already?”

“Yeah,” Allen said. “Let the players have their fun. We’ve got a new dungeon to conquer.”

Vivian rose to her feet as well, brushing a speck of ash from her thigh. “And maybe… a new kind of spectacle to build.”

Allen glanced one more time toward Sophia.

She wasn’t just standing off to the side and watched Alex anymore. Her hands moved as she spoke, voice low but animated, clearly mid-conversation with someone—likely her new guild leader. Whoever it was, they were nodding calmly, while Sophia looked like she was ready to bite through steel.

Allen watched her with mild amusement.

No regret.

Not even close.

Just… focus.

“The world’s paying attention now,” he said.

And then, with a flick of his cloak and a shimmer of shadow magic, the Devil Emperor stepped into a portal of his own— and vanished.

Near the alley, Sophia looked pissed.

No—humiliated.

Not just because she died. That was nothing new. Everyone in the siege had fallen.

But how she died?

A single flick of the emperor’s hand. One lazy Telekinesis Blast, mid-sentence, and she was airborne like a bug tossed from a table. Her body hadn’t even hit the ground.

Because she’d been eaten.

By his damn dragon.

In front of everyone.

And now Alex—the quiet priest who barely talked during raids—was being hand-fed grapes by succubi while everyone chanted his name like he was some divine relic.

She clenched her fists.

Her jaw tightened as the celebration echoed behind her. She turned away, cape swaying sharply, boots striking the stone like punctuation marks. The laughter, the cheers, the damn bard music still looping behind her—it all grated on her nerves now.

And standing in front of her was her new guild leader.

Her new guild…. Moonveil Sentinels.

They weren’t top five like Ironclad or Order, but they were climbing. Top 20 now. Respected. Well-organized. Actively raiding and aggressively recruiting.

Which was why she picked them.

That—and their guild leader.

Caelum.

A paladin like Elio, but older. Wiser. Less dramatic, more tactical. He didn’t yell in raids. He didn’t flex stats in group chat. He just led—with steady hands and iron control.

“We should’ve moved more aggressively,” she said right away.

Caelum arched a brow slightly, his tone patient. “That wasn’t our event.”

Sophia frowned. “But we were there.”

“Yes,” he said, “but not as leaders. We were guests under Ironclad’s tactical wing. Arcana was the frontline lead. We followed their plan.”

“They hesitated too much,” she snapped. “We had opportunities. I could’ve—”

“You did move,” Caelum said smoothly. “And it got you thrown into a dragon’s mouth.”

Sophia’s jaw tightened.

“I was building mana. I had a channel set up. If I’d just gotten ten more seconds—”

“He saw you,” Caelum said simply. “And he didn’t even bother to strike. He flicked you.”

Sophia looked away, heat creeping up her neck. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m trying to help you learn. You were visible, exposed, alone, and casting too long without cover. Against a raid boss like him—especially that one—it’s suicide.”

“I thought I could make a difference.”

“You thought wrong,” he said, not unkindly. “And you let your emotions cloud your timing. This isn’t midgame yet. You’ll have more chances. But that wasn’t the moment.”

Sophia bristled. “So I’m just supposed to stand back and throw buffs while that priest gets the glory?”

Caelum’s eyes flicked toward her—sharp now, piercing.

“Is that what this is about?”

Sophia’s mouth opened—then closed.

A long silence stretched between them.

“I joined this guild because I wanted to grow,” she said eventually. “Not sit on the sidelines.”

Caelum nodded. “Then grow. But not by throwing yourself into death out of spite.”

Sophia looked away again, swallowing hard.

She knew he was right.

She hated that he was right.

Caelum sighed softly. “You have potential. But you need discipline. Patience. Strategy. This isn’t a solo game.”

Her fingers curled tighter around her grimoire.

Across the interface, she still had the world feed open—muted now, just visuals flickering at the edge of her HUD.

Sophia turned her head slightly as she passed the edge of the plaza, slipping into the shadow of a quiet alleyway between two stone buildings. The cheers dimmed just a little, muffled by the walls—but not enough to stop her from hearing the laughter, the music, the way players were still calling his name like some rising icon.

Alex.

Still surrounded by glowing succubi.

One was rubbing his shoulders in slow. Another leaned in, feeding him fruit straight from her fingers. A third hovered close to his ear, whispering something that made his entire face flush a deeper red. His hands hung useless at his sides, his mouth half-open like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

And yet somehow… he was the center of everything.

The hero of the siege.

Just a desperate swipe.

And the world ate it up.

Sophia exhaled.

The envy twisted inside her chest like glass.

She should’ve been the one. She had the rank, the gear, the experience. Alex had just… reacted. No tactics. No lead-up.

Just a moment.

And now his name would be remembered.

“…Next time,” she whispered.

Caelum raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

Sophia looked up, eyes burning.

“Next time, I won’t miss my moment.”

He watched her for a second. Then nodded.

“Good.”

But as Sophia turned to head toward the war board and their next assignment, her eyes still lingered on that feed…

On the priest surrounded by demons.

On the crowd smiling for him.

On the spotlight that had never quite landed on her.

And she promised herself…

Next time, it would.

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