Novel Full Chapter 1833: I Can’t Fight Him
Chapter 1833: I Can’t Fight Him
Villain Ch 1833. I Can’t Fight Him
“This is weird…” Shea said.
She stood in the middle of a rocky field just east of Eyon Village, the scent of blood still thick in the air. Her feathers were stained crimson, one wing folded tight against her back while the other still twitched from residual energy. A corpse lay behind her—still warm, eyes wide, throat ripped open by a feathered blade.
Her voice echoed softly over the stones.
She turned to Zoe, who had just emerged from the shallow stream, flicking water off her legs. Tentacles lazily writhed behind her, coiling and uncoiling like they were bored of killing.
“Mine too,” Zoe said flatly. “Target eliminated. But get this—they weren’t trying to run. They were walking toward Ilude.”
Shea frowned. “Another one?”
“Yeah.”
The air shimmered.
Larissa appeared next—black mist curling at her heels like obedient pets. Her vampiric aura hit the area with a chill. “Same.”
She flicked her nails clean. Blood sizzled against her skin. “Guy tried to teleport out, but—well—” she smiled, showing a hint of fang. “He didn’t get far.”
One by one, the others came.
Vivian dropped from the sky, whip wrapped lazily around her waist. “He was cute. His scream wasn’t.”
Jane stepped through a fissure in the stone, undead mist leaking behind her like fog. “Mine tried bargaining. I refused.”
Bella materialized with a soft puff of smoke, tails flicking. “Same destination. All of them.”
Alice arrived last—flying in, broom hovering inches off the ground. “Let me guess: Ilude?”
Every girl nodded.
That’s when the portal opened.
A black oval of crackling abyss, pulsing like a wound in space.
Allen stepped out.
He looked at them all.
“Seems like they want a face-to-face battle,” he said.
Jane raised an eyebrow. “Face to face? Is that… like the usual war mode? Flags and objectives?”
“They’ll lose,” Larissa said bluntly, already bored.
Alice twirled her finger. “Maybe… or maybe not.”
Vivian leaned in. “Why not?”
Allen’s eyes didn’t blink.
“In war events,” he said, “we have access to siege protocols. Full power. Summon limits lifted. You know the drill.”
He paused.
“This event?” He glanced toward the sky, where the red system moon still pulsed.
“No enhancements. No extra summons. Just us. Meanwhile, they’re standing in a city.”
He pointed with his sword.
“A town means respawn beacons. Means instant item access. Shops. NPC support. Healing fonts. Fast recon. They have terrain, economy, and numbers on their side.”
Jane hummed. “Tactically, it will be more dangerous for us.”
Larissa folded her arms. “But… we’re still doing it.”
Vivian grinned. “Of course we are.”
Shea licked her lips. “So what’s the plan?”
Allen finally smiled—slow and cruel.
“We’re going to ambush them.”
Everyone smiled back.
Meanwhile, the center of Ilude was chaos.
Hundreds of players. Buff zones. Trading posts. Mounts circling. Spellcasters weaving overlapping shields. Noise everywhere.
It was beautiful.
It was bait.
Elio stood on the rooftop of the old bank, overlooking the square. His cloak fluttered behind him, marking his status in the Order of Valiance.
Beside him stood Arcana—Ironclad Legion’s paladin leader, armored in white and silver like a walking cathedral.
Red_King kept grunting every time someone brushed past him.
The air smelled like adrenaline and overclocked GPUs. Spells fizzed. Swords clanked. Someone was selling potion macros at double price and getting away with it.
“God,” Gil muttered, stepping up behind them. “This is insane. Look at this place. It’s like Comic-Con with weapons.”
James was scouting from above, joined by Noah. “Half these people just came to spectate.”
“Or land a hit and brag for a month,” Noah added. “Half our party slots are filled with meme builds.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Arcana said, scanning the plaza. “With this many people, we might be able to hold at least one relic.”
“Hold?” Red_King grunted. “I’d settle for not dying in the first ten seconds.”
A hush swept through their little circle as they glanced at Azura.
She hadn’t spoken since arrival.
Her cloak was pulled up, hair tied, twin blades sheathed at her back. Her fingers twitched, hovering near her weapon handles.
Arcana looked at her. “You okay? You seem off.”
Azura blinked once. “I’m fine.”
She wasn’t.
Inside, everything burned.
She didn’t hear the crowd.
Didn’t feel the mana.
All she felt was the weight.
The truth she wasn’t allowed to speak.
Allen. The Emperor.
They didn’t know.
They couldn’t know.
She’d felt his hand on her throat. His mouth on her skin. The taste of him. The truth in him.
He wasn’t a boss fight.
He was the final page of the game’s bible.
And she?
She had slept beside the apocalypse.
Now her guildmates sharpened blades and laughed like they stood a chance.
She tried to push it down.
Failed.
Arcana said something else—she didn’t hear it.
Her thoughts were static.
Like someone had jammed her head inside a crystal ball full of white noise and emotional regret. The crowd, the city, the spells humming in the air—all of it faded under the weight of one truth pressing against her skull like a migraine.
Allen is the Devil Emperor.
The one standing on the other side of this not-yet battlefield.
The one they were about to fight.
The one everyone wanted to kill.
Her… lover.
Azura blinked.
But the vision that rose behind her eyes wasn’t of a bloodthirsty boss or a server-wide threat.
It was him.
Naked.
Lips brushing the nape of her neck.
That lazy smirk when he said, “You can bite harder than that.”
The way he looked up at her after pinning her to the couch with that devilish grin like he had every sin in the world on speed dial.
She nearly bit her tongue.
Nope. Nope nope nope.
She stared down at her hands. Gloves. Swords. Buff indicators.
But all her brain saw were hands. His hands. On her waist. On her skin. On her everything.
She clenched her jaw.
Internally?
She was screaming.
’THERE’S NO FCKING WAY I CAN FIGHT HIM!!’