Novel Full Chapter 1744: Field of Influence
Chapter 1744: Field of Influence
Villain Ch 1744. Field of Influence
“Maybe Alex got recruited.”
“…Recruited?”
“To fight the Emperor!” Red_King practically shouted, then grabbed Allen’s arm. “Quick—we need to go to the Field of Influence! He must be there!”
Allen stared at him. “Dude, I—”
“No time!” Red_King yanked him forward like a cartoon character, half-dragging him toward the city’s main gate. “We have to go now before the event triggers! What if Alex is already in the middle of it?!”
Allen let himself get pulled, if only because arguing would just burn more time. “Fine,” he muttered, “but I can’t fight the Emperor. Rules.”
Red_King groaned. “Yeah yeah, NDA, Goldborne clause, whatever—just record us if it goes down. Get some good angles. I wanna look heroic.”
Allen smirked faintly. “You always do.”
They ran past a line of low-level players standing near the quest board, most of them too preoccupied with crafting tutorials and pet evolutions to notice the mad dash of a high-level duo heading to the gate. The wind carried a distant bard song about lost empires and devil kings.
Too on-the-nose.
They skidded to a stop in front of the city’s gate plaza, where the Teleport NPC stood in her usual radiant pose.
Terra.
Short, bubblegum pink hair tied into twin tails, and a uniform so frilly it practically bounced with every idle animation. Her voice was permanently set to “caffeinated mascot energy,” and her greeting line had never changed since beta.
“Wanna go somewhere fun?!” Terra beamed. “I’ve got routes to dungeons, cities, romance event spots, and more! Just say the word!”
Allen stared at her like she was an over-caffeinated fever dream.
Red_King didn’t hesitate. “Teleport to the entrance of the Field of Influence!”
Terra twirled once, then tapped her giant floating clipboard with a glittery pen. “Confirmed! Two players! Location: Field of Influence — Entry Platform. Warning: PvP active zone. Proceed anyway?”
“Yes!”
“Teleporting in three… two…”
Allen barely had time to adjust his inventory visibility before— A flash of light swallowed the plaza.
Their feet hit stone again, but the texture was different now. The platform beneath them was cracked obsidian veined with glowing red. They stood on the edge of a scorched floating island, with black chains tethering it to larger, jagged landmasses drifting in a sky that looked like the inside of a dead star. Violet storms churned overhead, flickering with arcane lightning. Distant roars echoed from the floating cliffs.
[You have entered: FIELD OF INFLUENCE]
[PvP Enabled ]
Allen’s HUD buzzed slightly.
Red_King turned in a slow circle, eyes wide. “Holy shit. It’s even worse than the forums said.”
Allen didn’t respond.
He was too busy noting the little flickers of power in the air. The blood mist. The quiet—like the whole server was holding its breath.
And he felt it.
His presence.
The echo of his last action.
But his mark.
Red_King crouched near a burn mark. “Someone got wrecked here recently. Group wipe, maybe? The kind that breaks morale.”
Allen nodded absently. “Looks like it.”
Since yeah, he just killed a bunch of players here for his Daily quest.
But he didn’t say that. Obviously.
They kept walking, boots crunching over scorched grass and cracked stone. The Field of Influence always felt like something between a cursed battlefield and a dying god’s fever dream. Floating rocks drifted overhead like broken thoughts. Trees were twisted into shapes that didn’t make sense—branches like claws, leaves like runes. The wind smelled faintly of copper and wet ash.
Then came the corpses.
Not the ones Allen left behind.
Different ones.
Another group. Higher gear. More organized.
And all dead.
Their armor glinted beneath a layer of fresh scorch marks. Blood pooled under a spellcaster with a half-dissolved wand still gripped in their fingers. A tank’s shield was shattered clean down the middle. There were six of them total. All relatively fresh.
Red_King whistled low. “Whoa. That’s new. They haven’t even started fading yet.”
Allen crouched beside one and touched the ground—still warm.
Red_King looked around quickly. “So the Devil Emperor is still here?”
Allen didn’t answer. His eyes were already moving, scanning the horizon, the ridges, the distant pulsing of cursed ley energy.
Because no, the Devil Emperor wasn’t here.
He was standing right next to Red_King.
But Allen didn’t even feel the usual tug in the air. No Throne of Dread, no cursed signature, no lingering scent of blood magic.
Which meant…
It wasn’t him.
That much was obvious now.
Allen straightened slowly.
So… if it wasn’t him, then— Could it be one of his?
The girls had access to the same daily bounty quests. Each of them, technically.
Larissa especially liked “grocery shopping” for blood on her off days.
Vivian sometimes popped in just to nuke someone.
Alice… Alice had a habit of exploring with violence first, questions never.
So maybe it was one of them.
Allen flicked his hand casually, opening his Party Status window.
The UI blinked open.
[List: Party – Devil Emperor Rank]
Nefaris – Offline
Eira – Offline
Abyssia – Offline
Lulabby – Offline
Selena – Offline
Lilieth – Offline
Grimora- Offline
Allen’s eyes scanned the list twice. Then once more.
None of them were online.
Not even Alice, who sometimes idled inside weird dungeons for hours
He closed the window before Red_King could glance over.
Then stood up slowly, trying not to show the creeping knot forming under his ribs.
This wasn’t a Devil Emperor kill.
Not even close.
The skill traces on the ground—Allen could read them like a story. The fire scorch was elemental, but not dark-element. More like… Lightburst. Maybe a Holy Fire hybrid. The terrain shift was clean, calculated—like something a guild tank would do to control space.
Allen didn’t use any of those.
He stared longer at the area.
Then he decided to open his chat. No new world chat yells. No “OH MY GOD THE DEVIL EMPEROR IS HERE!!!” in all caps. No spam about bounty squads calling for backup.
Which was… weird.
Whenever he showed up, even by accident, someone always screamed about it.
But this? Nothing!
And somehow he got a bad feeling about this.