Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1654. A Perfect View

The drive back into the city was smoother now. No more heavy tension, just that quiet, simmering electricity still hanging under their skins like a secret everyone silently agreed not to name just yet.

Kai drove with his usual perfect calm as Allen sat in the back, Mila and Vivian on either side.

Vivian leaned lightly against the headrest, still feeling that buzzing warmth from earlier.

Mila kept fidgeting with her bag, cheeks pink every time Allen’s gaze casually shifted toward her.

Eventually, the black car pulled up in front of the sleek glass building of Urban Enigma.

Allen’s eyes flicked to Vivian. “We’re here.”

Vivian nodded. “Thanks for today.” She was smiling, but her heartbeat was still quick underneath.

Mila spoke up quickly. “Actually, I need to get in too. I have to grab my contract copy from Mr. Bell’s assistant.”

Allen raised a brow, glancing at her. “Alright. I’ll wait.”

Mila smiled. “I won’t be long.”

But instead of waiting in the car, Allen opened his door, stretching as he stepped out. The sunlight caught his hair just right.

Vivian’s stomach flipped for no good reason.

“I’ll wait at the café next door,” Allen said casually, his voice soft and smooth. “No rush.”

Vivian and Mila both nodded before hurrying into the building.

Allen stood still for a moment.

His eyes lingered on the glass entrance of Urban Enigma, watching Vivian and Mila disappear into the building’s belly.

The sunlight hit the surface like liquid gold, casting thin reflections that wavered slightly as people passed by. The city noises buzzed softly in the distance—cars rolling, distant conversations, the faint hum of office life resuming after lunch.

Allen’s expression remained unreadable.

His hands slipped casually into the pockets of his coat as he finally turned. No hurry.

The café sat just across from the agency’s glass facade—a quiet, almost unassuming little place compared to the skyscrapers towering around it. The kind of location that existed for those who didn’t need to announce themselves.

Perfect.

He crossed the street effortlessly, weaving between a pair of chatting businessmen and an assistant clutching a tablet, without a single person truly registering who he was.

That was the trick. Visibility without exposure.

The faint chime of a bell rang softly as he pushed the café door open. The scent inside hit him instantly—warm roasted coffee, faint citrus from some flavored pastries, the underlying sharpness of fresh tea leaves being prepped behind the counter.

The lighting was dim but cozy, with soft amber bulbs hanging from thick wires, casting gentle shadows across the minimalist wood-and-metal interior. Only a few other patrons sat scattered, immersed in their screens, headphones, or quiet conversations.

Perfectly forgettable. Perfectly private.

The barista glanced up. For a split second, there was that subtle recognition—Was that…?—but the man wisely kept it professional.

“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome. What can I get for you?”

Allen’s voice was calm, smooth, wrapped in that easy warmth that disarmed people before they even realized it.

“Silver jasmine tea,” he said, his tone soft but deliberate. “Pot. No sugar.”

“Yes, sir.” The barista smiled. “Please, take any seat you like.”

Allen nodded once, walking past the small handful of tables before choosing a corner booth near the window.

A perfect view of the building across the street.

A perfect view of the exit.

A perfect vantage point to observe without being observed.

He slid into the booth slowly, leaning back against the soft leather seat, exhaling quietly as he crossed one leg over the other.

His phone rested in his hand.

Allen finally unlocked the phone with a quiet flick of his thumb. Without much thought, his fingers naturally opened the forums again.

The usual flood of chatter about yesterday’s event was still dominating the main board.

Dozens of posts. Hundreds of comments. Threads spinning wildly out of control.

Titles flashing.

“Father^Alex: The Light Against the Devil Emperor”

“-1 HP Moment! Legendary!”

“Did we just witness the most cinematic boss battle ever??”

“The Brotherhood That Protected Him — My Heart Still Hurts”

Allen scrolled slowly, letting the madness wash over him.

He even allowed himself a small chuckle as he read.

The devs had clearly leaned hard into the emotional angle. Father^Alex now practically held a saint-like status among casual players.

The forum had fully bought the drama.

But amidst the waves of hype and endless debates about skills, raid compositions, balance complaints, and people analyzing the Devil Emperor’s build frame by frame…

One name was noticeably missing from all the noise.

Sophia.

She hadn’t posted.

Not even once.

No statement.

No vague flexing reply.

No thinly veiled attention-bait like usual.

‘Interesting.’

Allen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

That was not like her.

If anything, this was usually her favorite kind of spotlight—indirect chaos she could slide into, even just to soak attention.

But now?

Silent.

Which only confirmed what Allen already suspected.

‘Something’s happening behind the curtains.’

His thumb hovered over the screen for a second before he let out a small breath through his nose.

“Guess the agency is indeed on fire, huh,” he muttered softly to himself.

Just then, the barista called his name politely from the counter. “Your tea, sir.”

Allen stood up smoothly and walked over with that unhurried grace that always made people subconsciously step aside.

“Thank you,” he said softly as he accepted the tray — a sleek white teapot, a small matching cup, and a tiny dish with a single biscuit on the side.

The aroma was perfect. Clean. Floral.

He returned to his seat by the window, setting the tray down carefully.

As he poured the tea, the gentle swirl of steam curled upward, briefly fogging his vision of the building across the street.

Urban Enigma stood there — polished, corporate, beautiful on the outside.

But inside?

Cracks.

Big ones.

Allen lifted the cup to his lips, taking his first slow sip as his eyes locked again on the building’s glass facade.

He didn’t need to be inside to feel the storm brewing.

He could feel it right here.

Right now.

Like watching a house of cards tremble before collapse.

And soon enough?

It would all fall exactly where he wanted it.

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