Villain Ch 1999. Am I That Clueless?
This was a real-world tournament with a hundred cameras and ten thousand spectators and corporate sponsors watching every stat and click. But it blurred so easily. The game. The reality. The digital footsteps on magma stone. The way his hand had once crushed an entire raid without even needing to vocalize his skills.
He wasn't just a player.
He was still the Devil Emperor.
Allen leaned back in his chair.
His girls didn't speak for a moment. They didn't need to. The silence was full. Comfortable. Knowing.
Mila finally broke it.
She rested her chin on her hand, nails painted cherry red. "So what is the important thing today?"
Allen glanced at her. Just a glance. Just long enough to make her shiver a little before she masked it with a smirk.
"You'll see," he said.
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you're getting right now."
Zoe laughed, low and lazy. "Play nice."
