NOVGO.NET Chapter 1799: Brain Candy
Chapter 1799: Brain Candy
Villain Ch 1799. Brain Candy
Instead of heading upstairs to stew in his room—because yeah, he’d just peeled off layers of emotional and sexual chaos today—he turned toward the dining room.
Just for a bit.
The long marble table was still half-prepped, one end already lined with silver cutlery and napkins folded like cranes trying too hard. A few candles sat unlit in tall glass holders. The place was too grand, too elegant, too still.
But that made it perfect.
Allen flopped onto the opposite end of the table—his end, the end with the window view and zero pressure to act like a young master—and plopped his grapes down with a flourish.
He waved at one of the passing servants.
“Tea,” he said. “Iced. Black. Honey. No milk. And don’t tell the chef.”
The uniformed attendant bowed slightly with a knowing look and hurried off without a word.
Allen leaned back, cracked his neck, and unlocked his phone.
First instinct? Scroll the forums.
Because after a day like today? He needed brain candy. Or chaos. Or both.
He tapped into the Hell’s Gate forum and scrolled past a few dozen posts.
Still the wildest, most chaotic corner of the gaming world—and yet, weirdly peaceful today.
Maybe Sophia’s arrest had something to do with that.
But now?
Mostly dungeon clear posts. Raid flexes. Memes about corrupted loot. And…
[WTF IS GOING ON IN THE PVP ZONE?! By Nightstealer93]
Ah. There it was.
Allen smirked, thumb hovering over the post title before tapping it open.
“Can someone explain why there’s suddenly a cult of Devil Emperor fans running around murdering everyone in the PvP fields?!
I just wanted to duel someone for fun and ended up getting ganked by four people in black robes chanting “FOR THE EMPEROR” while T-bagging my corpse.
One of them tried to “bless” my dead body by smearing infernal sigils on it using an emote.
What the actual f*ck is happening??”
Allen snorted into his grapes.
Yeah. That tracked.
The reply thread was gold.
SinisterSocks: LMAO I saw them too! One of them had “Emperor’s Seed” as their guild name. Who lets that through the filter??
ManaMama: No fr, they’re annoying as hell. I was escorting a newbie questline and one of them whispered “The Emperor watches your every step” and then vanished into the mist.
Ch0kemePlz: Honestly, it’s cringe but funny. At least they’re in character.
Red_King: Not for long.
We wiped an entire squad of them this morning. Mac, Alex, and the boys. Al also there. Legendary stuff.
Allen blinked.
He leaned forward, heart picking up just a notch.
Someone replied under Red_King:
WetBread420: Pic or it didn’t happen, bro.
Then a few lines down…
Red_King:
[Video Upload] “EMPEROR’S FANS VS. REAL GAMERS”
Timestamp 00:42 is when Alex activates god mode. Mass healing. Enjoy.
Allen clicked it.
The video opened.
A dusty canyon map. A squad of black-robed cosplayers shouting infernal chants. And then—
-BOOM!
Out of nowhere, a blade sliced through the air, clean as light, and one of the “followers” exploded.
The camera panned fast.
There. That figure.
Wearing sleek, dark armor. No guild tag. No flashy titles. Just the name “Al.”
And f*ck. He looked good.
Smooth animation. No wasted movements. No unnecessary flair. He dodged spells like he had eyes in the back of his head, turned, parried, spun, and cleaved straight through a chain lightning combo like it was paper.
Allen stared.
“…I look terrifying.”
The forum comments exploded.
NaniSenpai: Yo who IS this Al guy? He moves scarier than the real Devil Emperor.
SweetKat: The timing was too perfect!
BagelBlade: That’s Al. Pro gamer. IRL son of the company owner. The OG heir.
CinnamonCrit: Wait wait wait. He’s the actual son of Hell’s Gate’s creator??
BagelBlade: Yup. Jordan Goldborne’s kid. That’s why he plays under “Al.” Everyone knows. He’s basically a legend.
Allen nearly choked on his tea.
“God damn it,” he muttered, glancing around. “Can I not have one low-profile day?”
The comments kept coming.
Taintblaster9000: That explains everything. Dude has the literal key to the kingdom and still chooses to play like a murder god.
VesperNocturne: I’d simp. Not gonna lie. I’d kneel and join the cult if he was the Emperor.
Allen put the phone down and leaned back with a groan.
He wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed, flattered, or mildly turned on.
The tea slid down cool, sweet, cutting the lingering heat in his chest like a refreshing reset. But his brain? Still racing.
So… yeah. Somehow in the middle of the chaos, a fan cult pretending to be his followers had spawned, gotten too bold, and ended up getting deleted from existence by a bunch of PvP pros.
And he—Allen—got accused of being terrifying, and possibly the game’s secret boss.
He took another grape. Let it roll on his tongue.
“…I mean, they’re not wrong.”
But still.
He swiped to the next comment thread.
Apparently someone made a meme of the kill montage, added dramatic music, and dubbed over the followers’ voices with anime villain monologues.
He played the clip. One of the “Emperor’s Disciples” raised a hand dramatically and shouted.
“For His Infernal Majesty, our lives mean nothing!”
Cue a blood spray and Mac (Elio) casually replying, “Then die, trash.”
Allen snorted so hard he nearly spilled his tea.
Emma peeked around the corner, her steps light but her surprise anything but subtle.
She froze the moment she saw him.
“You’re… here?” she said, blinking rapidly like she’d just walked into an alternate timeline. “On time? Sitting at the table? Without someone dragging you by the collar?”
Allen glanced up mid-scroll, still holding his phone in one hand and a grape in the other. He popped the grape into his mouth with a smirk. “Don’t sound so shocked. I’m civilized.”
“You’re eating grapes,” she deadpanned, stepping fully into the dining room with her hands on her hips. “That’s unusual.”
He raised his teacup and clinked it softly against the bowl. “Forgot to eat my lunch.”
She slid into the chair across from him, still staring. “You’re seriously here early. Like, voluntarily early.”