Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1632. Do You Ever Run Out of Stamina?

Elio let out a low whistle. “So that explains why you’re here in the city like a crypt goblin trying to dump loot. What’d you get?”

“A few rare mats,” Allen said, scrolling casually through his inventory screen. “And a couple bugs I need to report.”

Elio chuckled. “Sounds cozy.”

They let the conversation settle, letting the hum of the city surround them. The auction district had that late-night stillness—soft glowing signs, wind that tugged at hanging paper lanterns, and AFK vendors frozen mid-pose like eerie mannequins.

It almost felt real.

Too real sometimes.

Elio glanced sideways. “So… that frustration earlier. Just the whole Goldborne label? Or something else?”

Allen didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the auction stall screen, but his jaw tightened.

“I’m not good at sitting still,” he said eventually. “Watching everyone else play while I’m stuck in observation mode? It eats at me. Doesn’t matter how much I pretend otherwise.”

Elio tilted his head slightly, his usual smirk replaced by something quieter. “They really clip your wings that much?”

Allen gave a dry laugh. “They don’t clip them. They just build the cage nice and gold. In other words… rules.”

Elio winced a little. “That’s poetic. I hate it.”

“I hate that I relate to it.”

Another silence. Another breeze. Then—

“Wanna duel?” Elio asked.

Allen turned, blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Elio stretched his arms up over his head, casual as ever. “Let’s duel. Just you and me.”

Allen raised an eyebrow, voice deadpan. “You sure?”

“Why not?”

“I dunno,” Allen said, folding his arms. “Maybe because if I win, you’ll say I cheated. Y’know. Because I’m the game owner’s son and I get ‘secret buffs’ or some crap.”

Elio snorted. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t insult me. I’ve known your skills long before the ‘Goldborne’ title ever stuck. You were a monster in ranked arenas even before this game.”

Allen stared at him for a long second.

Then cracked a grin.

“…Fine. You want a duel?”

Elio grinned back. “Only if you promise not to cry when you lose.”

Allen huffed. “I don’t cry. I retaliate.”

“Good,” Elio said, hopping down after him. “I need the adrenaline.”

Allen turned, stretching slightly. “Great. Let me finish dumping my loot first.”

He walked toward the nearest loot vendor, the kind with an actual character model instead of a default stall. The NPC blinked to life, wide-eyed and chipper.

“Hello, Champion! Would you like to sell today’s hard-earned goods?”

Allen didn’t even answer. He flicked open his inventory and dragged a dozen icons into the sale grid. The screen rang softly.

[You have sold 12 items.]

[Total profit: 52,680 Gold Coins.]

[Money has been added to your account.]

Allen closed the window with a smooth swipe, then turned back to Elio.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

Elio cracked his neck.

[Player Mac invites you to a duel. Do you want to accept it?]

[Yes/No]

Allen smirked.

He hit [Yes].

The air around them shimmered faintly as the duel instance loaded. Invisible walls sealed the combat zone. The sounds of the city dulled into background ambience, distant and irrelevant.

Elio summoned his shield with a solid clang. A massive slab of enchanted steel etched with golden runes. His sword followed, heavy and blunt-edged—made for hammering, not slicing.

Across from him, Allen rolled his shoulders. His dual blades flickered into existence—sleek, wicked, black-edged things that looked like they drank the light around them. His stance was loose. Casual. Disrespectfully calm.

“You sure you want to do this?” Elio called out, spinning his sword once.

Allen tilted his head. “You already locked the duel. Bit late to ask.”

“You’re cocky today.”

“Always am.”

“Then let’s begin.”

[Battle Start]

Elio stomped forward, shield raised.

[Skill Activated: Charge]

His boots hit the stone with thunderous weight, each step pushing a little burst of pressure through the air. Defensive stance locked in. Damage resistance up. He charged headfirst.

Allen didn’t even move.

Which meant one thing.

[Skill Activated: Shadow Dance]

A flicker.

Then Allen vanished—no smoke, no spark. Just gone.

Elio spun on instinct. “Behind—!”

-Clang!

His shield absorbed the twin slashes, sparks erupting as both of Allen’s blades slammed into it with ridiculous speed.

“Nice reflexes,” Allen said, twisting mid-air and flipping back with a grin.

[Skill Activated: Rapid Strikes]

He was in again. Fast.

Too fast.

Elio planted his shield and dropped his center of gravity, bracing hard.

Allen’s flurry clanged against his guard like a rain of steel—each hit a blur of motion.

Elio grunted. “Your speed’s as annoying as ever.”

“Thanks,” Allen chirped. “I moisturize.”

“You what?”

“Never mind.”

Elio pushed back hard, shoving Allen off balance for just a second.

He lunged, shield first.

[Skill Activated: Divine Slam]

The shield glowed faintly before he bashed it forward like a battering ram.

Allen sidestepped. Barely.

The edge of the blow sent a shockwave through the air, cracking the nearby flagstones.

Allen didn’t stop moving.

[Skill Activated: Mirage Clone]

Another Allen blinked into existence beside him—an illusion, Elio realized too late.

Both Allens rushed him.

He pivoted fast, smashing through the clone with his sword. It vanished in a puff of darkness.

But the real Allen?

Already under his guard.

[Skill Activated: Fang Crescent]

His blades crossed and slashed upward in an X—Elio blocked it by a hair’s breadth, backpedaling.

[Shield Durability -5%]

Elio gritted his teeth. “No one else’s attacks eat my shield like that.”

“I’m not like anyone else,” Allen replied, voice low now, eyes gleaming with mischief.

He was faster than before. More polished. Like dueling a damn shadow with a sword collection and a sarcastic mouth.

Elio took a deep breath.

[Skill Activated: Sanctuary Ring]

A pale glow encircled him for a moment—temporary defense buff. He’d need every second of it.

Allen came in again.

[Skill Activated: Shadow Reaper Combo]

It was a blur.

A nightmare of angles and speed and pressure.

Elio spun in place, parried once, twice, three times, then blocked the fourth with the flat of his sword.

[Shield Durability -12%]

[Armor Durability -3%]

“Do you ever run out of stamina?” Elio grunted.

Allen smirked. “You mean emotionally or in-game?”

“Both.”

“Then no.”

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