Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1673: Do I Know You?

Villain Ch 1673. Do I Know You?

The Dark Portal skills hovered on his palm, pulsing faintly like a waiting door. One tap, and he’d be back in the crypt, back to chaos, flirting, and a dinner he wasn’t sure would include actual food.

But right before he could activate the skill—

-Fwoom!

An orb of golden light came screaming toward him.

Allen didn’t even blink.

He simply stepped to the left, calm as hell, and let it fly past his shoulder. It exploded behind him in a burst of radiant force, kicking up dirt and cracked stone.

He turned his head.

Brows raised. Eyes sharp.

His gaze locked on the source. A single silhouette down the slope of the ruined hill.

A priestess.

Desperate. Shaking slightly. Robes still white, but not the same pristine white he remembered. Like the light had dimmed somehow.

Sophia.

Allen didn’t react right away.

He just blinked once. Slowly.

Then his eyes flicked left and right.

No support party. No guild backup. No raid event marker. She was alone. Which… was weird.

And dangerous.

Because he knew Sophia. Knew her type. Knew her habits.

And most importantly—knew her real-world mess was currently burning like a cursed bonfire.

Liam and Darren had just taken her phone. The blackmail recordings were gone. Well… maybe not all of them. She might have backups.

But showing up here?

Now?

In this state?

Allen’s mouth curved into a half-laugh.

“Hm…” he muttered under his breath.

Yeah. He caught it. A faint shimmer at the corner of his HUD—recording icon active.

She was livestreaming. Or screen-capturing. Or prepping for an edit later.

’So that’s what this is,’ Allen thought.

Not a fight.

A scene.

She was trying to spin the narrative again.

Maybe reclaim her ’holy priestess’ image. Maybe start some drama. Or maybe she still thought he’d fall for the whole ’I’m innocent and pure, ignore my weaponized victim’ act thing.

He crossed his arms and waited.

Sophia descended the rocky incline slowly, the light magic around her hands still glowing faintly. Her expression was a blend of frustration and forced calm.

“You ignored me last time,” she said, stopping a few feet away, just close enough to let the system register proximity combat but not close enough to draw aggro by default. “Emperor.”

Allen tilted his head slightly. No flare of aura. No heat in his voice.

“Do I know you?”

The words were casual. Surgical.

Sophia’s nostrils flared.

Her eyes went wide for a second before narrowing into pure indignation. “You’ve spoken to me dozens of times. At the first day. During the first war event. In the first treasure hunt event, you literally invaded my team just to kill me. You used to target me.”

Allen blinked again. Unimpressed.

“Who?”

Her jaw clenched.

“I was top five in early ranking charts.”

Allen didn’t answer.

Because he remembered, but pretended not to.

Sophia had been a decent priestess—reliable, skilled, and loud—until her jealousy toward Alex twisted things. A white-clad saint with a vanity complex and just enough flirtation to farm simps in her guild. She was relevant before Alex came, before her ego.

Before Allen stepped into the shadows and became something far more dangerous than a spotlight-chasing streamer.

Now, she was just… outdated DLC.

Sophia stepped forward. Her holy aura flared a little brighter.

“Don’t pretend you forgot me,” she said, voice dropping into that soft, theatrical tone she used on camera. “You used to chase me. Message me. Threaten me. You even offered a duel once, remember?”

Okay, those were lies. Clearly a bait. But Allen wouldn’t take it.

He let his mouth twitch into a lazy smirk. “I threaten a lot of people.”

“Why aren’t you looking at me properly?” she snapped suddenly, real emotion crackling through. “You’re the same as the others now. Pretending like I don’t exist.”

Allen took a slow breath.

Alright.

Time to shift the tone.

He dropped his smirk and straightened. Just slightly. Just enough to shift from ’apathetic PvPer’ to something heavier.

“I don’t chase scraps, priestess.”

Her eye twitched.

“You used to chase me.”

“I chase prey,” Allen replied coldly. “You’re not prey anymore. You’re bait. And not even good bait.”

Sophia stepped back like he’d slapped her.

The glow around her fingers flared again—unstable, emotional. But she didn’t break down.

Because her camera was still on.

Allen knew this game better than anyone. Knew that any real attack from her or him would be framed later. That any flirt, any word could be clipped, edited, repurposed.

So he kept calm. Icy. Dangerous in the way only he could be.

“What’s your plan?” he asked. “Lure me in? Get my attention?”

She didn’t respond.

He took a step forward now, and his aura rose. Not fully. Just enough to ripple the shadows around him. The grass at his feet wilted slightly. The air grew colder.

“Here’s the thing,” he said. “You want to act like I’m part of your story? Go ahead. But I choose my prey. I choose who I want to kill and deserve my blade. You? You are not deserve it.”

He leaned closer. Eyes locked on hers.

“I’m a very good villain.”

Sophia swallowed. Her lips parted—probably to protest, to throw another act.

But Allen cut her off.

“Just don’t forget something, priestess.” His voice dropped. “You’re not the spotlight anymore. You’re just background noise.”

She flinched. Her holy aura flickered.

Allen stepped back and finally tapped his Dark Portal skill.

A jagged rift of shadow opened behind him, flickering with red embers and cursed whispers.

Before stepping through, he glanced back once more.

“Oh, and priestess?” he said.

She looked up, tension still burning behind her eyes.

He smirked, that dangerous softness slipping into his tone like oil on fire.

“If you want attention again—don’t use light magic.”

She frowned. “What should I use then?”

He stepped into the portal.

“Begging.”

And then he was gone.

The crypt welcomed him back in silence.

But in the cold wasteland behind him, Sophia’s hands trembled.

And for the first time since she logged in, her recording icon blinked off.

No words.

No plans.

Just silence.

And a shadow she couldn’t outshine.

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