Novel Full Chapter 1905: The World’s Perception
Chapter 1905: The World’s Perception
Villain Ch 1905. The World’s Perception
Allen opened his VR device with a quiet sigh, the sleek, matte-black headset humming as it linked to the Hell’s Gate main server. The login sequence swept over him—flashes of crimson code, a pulse of mana-tinted light—and the next moment, his sight could see his room in the mountain villa.
He sat in the center of his bedroom. Still dressed in the dark, loose shirt and slacks. A soft breeze stirred the gauzy curtains. Outside, birds chirped like nothing in the world had changed. But something had changed.
Allen leaned into the leather-backed sofa and exhaled. Long and slow. His head tilted back, his body loose for once.
That quest… That tape… Arcana’s words.
The looping horror, the truth crawling under skin and memory.
And now… Elio training like a madman. The world watching.
He stood up with a push and walked over to the window. Then out. Onto the balcony.
The wind hit first. Cool. Crisp. Real. It cut through the game-layer like a balm. Below, the forested cliffside of the mountain sprawled in waves of orange and green. Not a player, not an NPC in sight. Just him and the real world.
He rested his palms on the railing and muttered, “I guess I might need to announce that the Devil Emperor is me.”
He didn’t say it loudly. Didn’t need to.
“But it’s not really up to me,” he added.
It would change everything. Not just his personal reputation. Not just his win/loss history. But the world’s perception. The player base. The developers. The forums. The investors. The Goldbornes.
It was more than just a secret identity now. It was legacy. It was fire.
He closed his eyes. Let the wind brush his face again. A rare moment of stillness.
Then his stomach growled.
“…Anyway,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Food first.”
It was why he logged out in the first place. The real world might still spin, but even emperors needed lunch.
He headed back inside, stretched once, and wandered into the bathroom. Cool water splashed across his face. He toweled off the sweat from his brow and neck, fixed his hair a little, and then—
—pushed open the hallway door.
The scent hit him first.
Garlic. Butter. Roasted spices. A little bit of mint. Something smoky and rich beneath it all.
He blinked once.
And then saw them.
All his girls were there. In the villa’s kitchen, glowing like some reverse harem cooking story.
Shea had an apron on—just an apron, thrown over some tight sporty shorts and a loose top slipping off one shoulder. She was standing at the stove, flipping something golden and sizzling in a pan, the smell of garlic and butter thick in the air.
Jane stood by the tea counter, elegant as always in a dark, fitted dress. Her hands moved with quiet precision as she poured hot green tea into delicate cups like a practiced ritual.
Bella, barefoot, sat cross-legged on the kitchen island with a bowl of cut fruit in her lap. One hand lazily stirred a pot on the nearby burner while the other popped grapes into her mouth like she was judging a royal feast.
Vivian was lounging on a bar stool, one leg hooked over the other, snacking on crispy bacon and overseeing everyone like a shift manager who had no actual tasks. Her blouse hung just low enough to be criminal, and she knew it.
Alice hummed as she worked near the sink, knife flashing through vegetables in a fast, practiced rhythm. A half-filled pot of broth simmered beside her.
Zoe?
Zoe was hunched over the blender with a frown, repeatedly smacking the side like it owed her money. “It’s not supposed to sound like that,” she muttered.
And Azura?
Azura leaned against the pantry wall, arms crossed. Her expression was somewhere between suspicion and awe, like she was trying to figure out if this whole domestic chaos was real or just the weirdest cutscene she’d ever walked into.
Allen raised a brow. “Wow. You guys beat me here.”
All of them turned. Some smiling. Some smirking. Shea flipped the pan one more time and called out, “You made dinner last night and breakfast this morning. So obviously, we had to try and beat you at something.”
Then she padded over, leaned in, and kissed him. Just like that.
Soft. Warm. The scent of roasted garlic on her lips.
“Here. Sit. Relax,” Jane said smoothly, approaching with a cup of green tea held in both hands. She offered it up like a priestess.
Allen accepted the cup, took a long sip, and let the warmth coat his throat.
Then he smirked. “After that quest? You want me to sit down?”
He set the cup down and cracked his neck slowly.
“No thanks. I’d rather stand up and start planning what I’m going to do with you guys.”
Vivian grinned, fangs gleaming. “Ooh, that sounded evil.”
He turned to her. Smiled faintly.
“I am evil.”
Zoe snorted in the background. “Debatable. You’re just grumpy and hot.”
“Don’t forget calculating,” Larissa added. “And occasionally sweet. When no one’s looking.”
Bella yawned, stretched her arms like a cat. “And possessive. But in a fun way.”
Allen raised his brows. “You’re making me sound too soft.”
“Soft isn’t the word I’d use,” Azura said, looking him up and down. “You’re still the guy who decapitated a cursed bishop and made a punchline about it.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Finally some respect.”
Alice came with a ladle and a grin. “Soup’s almost ready. You want to bless it with one of your brooding stares?”
Allen chuckled under his breath and leaned against the counter.
Jane leaned against his side. “You’re thinking again.”
He glanced down at her.
“I’m always thinking.”
“But this one feels… heavier.”
Allen didn’t answer right away. He looked around again. At the chaos, the color, the girls who chose to stay. Who knew. Who still looked at him like he mattered.
He finally said, “Yeah.”
Vivian tilted her head. “Tournament?”
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