Villain Ch 2019. Endless PvP
Allen stood alone at the center of it all.
The battlefield steamed around him. Ash drifted through the air. His wings slowly folded back into his body, dissolving into shadow as his Demonic Form timer ticked down.
He looked up.
At the crowd.
At the cameras.
At the millions of eyes burning holes through the screen.
And he smiled.
Not wide. Not friendly.
Just enough.
A wicked curve of the lips that said 'yes, you saw this right.'
The cheering intensified.
People screamed his name. His name.
"ALLEN!"
"ALLEN!"
"DEVIL EMPEROR!"
The VR pods hissed open.
Steam poured out as players disconnected, legs unsteady, hands shaking from adrenaline dump and sensory overload.
Red stumbled out of his pod, bracing himself against the side, chest heaving. His face was pale, sweat-soaked, eyes unfocused for a second as reality snapped back into place.
Alex fell to his knees beside his pod, hands trembling. "Damn…" he whispered, voice breaking.
