Novel Full Chapter 1745: Innocent Emperor
Chapter 1745: Innocent Emperor
Villain Ch 1745. Innocent Emperor
The silence was too… careful. No movement from the treetops. No spell flares in the distance. Even the birds—aesthetic-only details in the game engine—weren’t chirping. The whole region felt like it had paused. Like the field itself was holding its breath.
Red_King crouched again near a shattered war axe. “We have to be careful. The Devil Emperor is here.”
He grinned, but it wasn’t confidence. It was nervous, tight. “That bastard must be in one of his moods. Killing spree mode.”
Allen didn’t say anything.
Because… no. This wasn’t the Devil Emperor.
It should have been. But it wasn’t. He was right here, dammit. Standing in the middle of a massacre, catching stray blame like it was casual weather. And for once, he was innocent.
Not that he could say that.
His hand rested against the hilt of his dual blades, silent.
Then—
He felt it.
Movement behind.
Not a breeze. Not a glitch. Something calculated. Something meant to test reflexes.
Allen reacted without a word. A smooth sidestep, twist of the wrist, and his blades were unsheathed with a whisper of steel. One fluid spin later, he was behind the shadow that lunged at him.
His blade pressed sharp and cold against the throat of a dark-hooded figure.
[Critical Edge – Rear Intercept Bonus Triggered]
“What do you want,” Allen said quietly. Not cold, not angry. Just… flat.
The kind of calm that made people nervous.
The attacker froze, arms up. “Hey, hey, hey. Chill out. I’m not here to fight. I came to warn you.”
Allen didn’t blink.
The guy kept going. “The Devil Emperor is here. He’s still roaming around. He looked… freaky. Like more freaky than usual. Not even a laugh. Just… walking through people. I thought you guys should know.”
Red_King narrowed his eyes. “Really? Where is he now?”
Allen said nothing. His mind raced quietly. Because the timing was too clean. The sudden movement, the exaggerated claim. The attacker looked nervous, sure, but his body language was… measured.
No flinch. No panic. Not the usual newbie reaction to being one inch from a bleed-out.
“Lies,” Allen said, pressing the blade just enough to leave a warning nick. “We all know the Emperor’s skill list. Those corpses? They weren’t taken out with dark elemental magic.”
The guy blinked. “Huh?”
Allen continued, voice razor-sharp. “No curse damage. No affliction ticks. Just pure elemental strikes—flame, ice, lightning. Raw, unsubtle, high-AoE. That’s not the Devil Emperor.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Which means someone wants us to think he’s here.”
The Nightshade Master raised both hands higher. “Hey, hey! You think I killed those guys? I’m a Nightshade! I don’t even have those skills. Poison and silence and maybe a trap here and there—elemental stuff isn’t in my toolkit, bro!”
Red_King finally checked the attacker’s guild badge. Nothing red. Nothing infamous.
“Okay,” he said, glancing at Allen. “So what’s the play? Let him go?”
Allen stared for a second too long. Long interrogation wasn’t a good decision. Not in this PvP field. So he needed to trap him.
Then he stepped back. Lowered his weapon. “Sure.”
Red_King looked faintly surprised but didn’t object.
The Nightshade Master exhaled in relief and grinned awkwardly. “Thanks, man. You won’t regret this.”
Allen didn’t answer.
He was already counting.
Three…
Two…
One.
“NOW!” someone yelled from the treeline.
Figures burst from behind rocks, out of the shadows, and from the nearby hill ridge. Five. Six. Seven players total—none from the Nightshade Master’s guild.
But Allen’s system pinged one thing clearly.
[Guild Alliance Detected: Lunar Fang + Ember Depths + Verdant Blade]
Allen smirked.
’Called it.’
The trap had teeth.
Red_King barely had time to swear before two warlocks unleashed a chain-bind spell on him.
Allen dodged. Smooth. Fast. His body shifted into a blur as he activated Hiding skills, letting the spell chain pass through an afterimage.
Red_King roared. His Berserker rage activated instantly as his chains cracked and glowed.
“Bastards!” he yelled, pierced his sword into the ground and sending a quake across the terrain. “You ambushed the wrong berserker today!”
Allen spun midair, landing on a rock outcropping as three ranged DPS rained arrows and frost bolts his way. He let them. At least, for a moment. Let them think they had him on retreat.
He twisted through the volley, blades drawn now.
One dagger shimmered with crimson shadow. The other glowed blue-white.
He was still Al, the Shadow Reaper. But damn if he wasn’t a smooth one.
Two of the attackers closed in fast—clearly tanks trying to zone him.
He played along.
Slid low, slashed one at the ankle, dodged the shield bash, and parried the follow-up. The second tank overextended—classic rookie mistake. Allen rewarded him with a gut shot, twisting the blade on the way out.
“Y-you’re not a mere Shadow Reaper,” the tank coughed as he fell to his knees.
Allen grinned. “And you’re not observant.”
Red_King came in like a wrecking ball—literally—slamming one of the support mages with his Warpath Tackle. The poor girl rag-dolled into a tree.
The Nightshade Master tried to flee, slipping into stealth.
Allen just smiled.
He turned and slashed into thin air.
It wasn’t thin anymore.
The Nightshade screamed as Allen’s blade tore through his shoulder, ending his sneak attempt in a burst of static.
“You set this up?” Allen asked calmly, stepping forward as the guy crab-walked backward.
“No, it was just a—”
“Bad move,” Allen finished.
He knocked him out with a non-lethal strike—just enough to force a respawn. No glory. No kill screen. Just humiliation.
Red_King wiped blood off his axe. “Okay. That was fun. Also terrifying. Also I think I pulled something in my back.”
Allen didn’t laugh.
He looked out at the field again.
The grass was stained with recent PvP deaths. But not his.
Just ordinary players trying to stir the pot.
Pretending.
He shook his head.
And somehow… that felt worse than being hunted.
Because when amateurs tried to wear the Devil’s name like a costume, all they did was remind him why the world still needed the real thing.
“Let’s find Alex,” Allen said, voice low again.
“Agreed,” Red_King muttered. “Seems like this place has become PvP traps.”
Allen nodded and turned toward the shadowed cliffs in the distance. He could already feel the next fight coming.
And this time?
He was in the mood for something messier.