Novel Full Chapter 1781: This is How We Unlock The True Ending
Chapter 1781: This is How We Unlock The True Ending
Villain Ch 1781. This is How We Unlock The True Ending
He blinked, taking in the very sudden, very familiar layout of the Crypts’ hall.
Stone pillars. Spiky chandeliers. Demonic torches crackling along the walls. And most importantly—
He was standing on the damn table, not the floor.
He looked around. No Kafra. Just the girls. Still reeling. Still in their ridiculous festive outfits.
“Yeah,” Allen muttered, scratching the back of his neck, “she yeeted us again.”
Jane groaned and pulled herself up from a pile of tinsel. “That’s the second time. Does she count us as bugs or just trauma?”
Alice brushed fake snow off her sleeves, hair still glinting with glitter. “Well, you did try to seduce her on stage. What did you expect? A raise?”
Allen smirked. “Maybe a little ’Kyaaa~!’ or something.” He did the voice. Badly. On purpose.
The girls collectively groaned.
“You did not just do that,” Shea muttered, already yanking the elf ears off her head.
“I did,” Allen said. “And I regret nothing.” He didn’t, actually. Kafra deserved it.
Vivian opened her mouth to add something spicy—probably involving ropes—but a voice echoed from nowhere before she could.
“That’s not gonna happen!”
Kafra.
Allen rolled his eyes. “You said it was a celebration. I was just making it better.”
“Hell, that was not better!” she snapped. Her voice had that high-pitched static hiss it got when she was trying not to explode from embarrassment.
Allen chuckled. “But you’re blushing.”
“No! No—UGH! No, I’m not!”
Zoe leaned in close to Alice and whispered, “Yeah… she’s totally blushing.”
Alice nodded sagely. “Classic tsundere denial protocol.”
“I heard that!”
Allen was still grinning. “You always do.”
“SHUT—Look, anyway!” Kafra snapped, flustered. “I’m sending you guys the loot later! And instructions! There’s a new event coming up!”
Vivian perked up, sprawled across a velvet chair she conjured for herself. “Ooh~ Another war event?”
“No,” Kafra said quickly. “Not a war event. Different types. It’s because…” She hesitated. “It’s because of those damn players.”
Allen raised an eyebrow. “What players?”
“The ones simping on you!” she shouted. “The Devil Emperor. They keep imitating you in PvP fields. It’s getting out of control. They’re all using demonic-themed gear, quoting your lines, calling themselves edgy crap.”
Allen blinked. “Wait… you noticed?”
“OF COURSE we noticed!” Kafra yelled. “Do you think we wouldn’t notice?!”
“You will! We’re making a limited-time event to redirect the thirst into something useful. But it takes time! Art assets! Voice lines!”
“Can I record the lines?” Allen asked casually. “I can do some fanservice if you want. Maybe a ’kneel before me’ audio pack.”
There was a long pause.
“…No.”
Jane raised a hand. “What if we do the voice packs? ’Devil Emperor’s Harem Vol.1.’ He’ll moan. Promise.”
He turned to Jane. “Hey!” he complained.
“No.”
Larissa cleared her throat, arms crossed under her chest. “Wait. What about our clothes?” She gestured down. “We’re still in Santa cosplay, and frankly, this fabric’s itching in places I’m not willing to disclose.”
“Oh,” Kafra said flatly. “Right. One sec.”
-SNAP!
The outfits disappeared.
So did the boots.
And the gloves.
And the… everything.
Allen blinked.
The girls were naked.
He looked down.
So was he.
Jane stared at him for a solid three seconds. Then licked her lips. “Oh DAMN.”
Her voice dropped an octave, slow and hungry. “I knew you were packing, but seeing it… whew. Okay. New life goal. I die here. Naked. And happy.”
Bella threw her hands in the air like it was some kind of twisted gospel moment. “ORGY MODE!!!”
She practically leapt onto the table, still nude, still glowing. “This is it. This is how we unlock the true ending.”
“Wait—” Allen backed up, one foot catching the edge of a throne. “Seriously?! You yeeted me and now you made me naked?!”
His hands tried to cover himself—badly—but with how much muscle he had, it just made him look like a half-dressed pagan warlord instead of modest.
Shea was already cackling, doubled over in laughter. “Ugh, you’re such a pervert, Kafra~” she snorted between wheezes. “I knew you had a thing for Allen’s abs. Like, no way you don’t stare at them every time he logs in.”
“I—WAIT NO—THAT WAS A MISTAKE!” Kafra screamed over the comm, clearly in full panic-mode.
Too late.
Vivian sauntered over—yes, sauntered, like she wasn’t absolutely, shamelessly naked—her long tail curling behind her with every seductive sway of her hips. She circled Allen like a panther, her voice low and syrupy.
“Oh? So this is the Devil Emperor… completely unarmored.” She said it as if she just saw this the first time.
She reached out and casually tapped his abs with one polished nail. “I approve. Very… conquerable.”
“Vivian,” Allen warned.
She leaned close, lips nearly brushing his ear, her voice a wicked purr. “You gonna conquer me, Santa? Or should I ride you into battle and call it festive diplomacy?”
Allen inhaled through his nose. Deeply.
Larissa, meanwhile, leaned against the nearest pillar, one long leg cocked over the other, still somehow managing to look like a vampire queen even while completely unclothed. Her arms crossed, lips twitching in amusement.
“Tch. Honestly, this is all Kafra’s fault,” she said dryly. “But I’m not complaining.”
Her eyes flicked down Allen’s body once, then up again.
“In fact, I’d say this is the first reward worth grinding for.”
Allen groaned and palmed his face. “This is chaos.”
“Totally,” Jane said sweetly. “Your ’reward’ is standing at full attention.”
Vivian purred. “Well, it was a celebration.”
Kafra’s voice cracked in again, now pure chaos.
“I-I’m fixing it! Hold on! STOP TOUCHING EACH OTHER! I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN TO—”
“Oh, so we’re not supposed to be naked?” Zoe asked innocently, spinning a candy cane between her fingers like a dagger. “Because you know, Allen’s not exactly trying to stop us.”
“I am trying!” Allen growled.
“Your face says otherwise,” Alice noted, deadpan. Yeah, she was right.
Kafra shrieked.
“THAT’S IT. RESETTING YOU ALL TO BASE DEFAULTS. I DON’T CARE—YOU’RE ALL BEING PATCHED.”