NOVGO.NET Chapter 1800: I’m Surrounded by Demons
Chapter 1800: I’m Surrounded by Demons
Villain Ch 1800. I’m Surrounded by Demons
“Hey,” he protested. “I’m here to vibe. Reflect. Breathe.”
“While reading memes and eating grapes.”
“Chilled grapes,” he corrected, popping another into his mouth. “High class. Very zen.”
Emma leaned on the table, resting her chin on one hand. “So what are you actually doing?”
“Getting emotionally roasted on the forums.”
She perked up. “Oh, is this about that fake cult thing? The ’Devil Emperor Followers’ people?”
Allen held up his phone without a word and hit play.
The video replayed on low volume—just enough to show Allen annihilating a squad of cosplay-wannabe chaos worshippers. The screen flashed with movement, blade trails, dodges, and one very smooth murder montage.
Emma’s eyes lit up. “Wait—is that you?”
Allen glanced over his teacup. “Yup.”
She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, squinting at the video like she was reading ancient runes. “Bro…”
He sipped casually. “What?”
“You’re more terrifying like this than when you’re literally cosplaying as a Devil Emperor.”
He smirked. “That’s a compliment.”
“No, it’s a problem,” Emma said, jabbing a finger toward the screen. “When it’s the Devil Emperor doing that, it looks normal. Expected. You know—edgy armor, dramatic cape, ominous voice lines. But when it’s some silent dude with no rank tag just vibing through an entire group of screaming PvP simps? It’s creepy.”
Allen tilted his head and stared at the video again. The shadowy figure—him, technically—slicing through enemies like butter, no emotes, no flashy taunts. Just clean execution.
He chewed on that.
“It’s still kind of a compliment, though,” he muttered.
Emma didn’t miss a beat. “It is. But I’m packaging it to sound insulting on purpose. You’re welcome.”
And then—traitor that she was—she reached out and stole one of his grapes.
Allen stared in betrayal. “Hey.”
Emma popped it in her mouth like a thief proud of her crime. “Get your own grapes.”
“These are my grapes.”
“Exactly,” she said with zero shame. “Dinner’s almost ready. If I go get grapes now, Chef Michael will catch me and hex the soup.”
Allen sighed dramatically. “Fair point. I like living.”
“Barely,” she teased. “With the way you fight? You’re basically speedrunning your own funeral every night.”
“Rude.”
“Real.”
Allen leaned back, trying to reclaim the last three grapes before she could make another move.
Then Emma got serious. “Oh, right—I heard about the hacker incident earlier.”
Allen blinked, his brain shifting gears. “Oh. That.”
She tilted her head. “Settled now?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. They caught him. It’s not from a rival company, though. Looks like it’s personal. Solo operator. Some kind of obsessive weirdo.”
Emma leaned on the table, picking at her nails. “That’s better than corporate sabotage, I guess.”
“Anyway…” She stretched her arms above her head with a little hum, then added in the most casual voice ever. “If it hadn’t been personal, you’d have to drop your plan to date that second cow girl.”
Allen choked mid-sip.
Tea sprayed from his lips and barely missed his phone.
“Second cow girl?!” he coughed. “What—what the hell does that mean?!”
Emma arched an eyebrow. “You know who I mean.”
Allen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still coughing. “You mean Mila?”
“Yeah. Her. She is from MagicSword Interactive, right? Sterlinghart Family?”
“Yes, but she has a name.”
“She has boobs,” Emma said plainly, popping another grape into her mouth. “Big ones. Like Vivian. Thus—cow girl number two.”
“I should file for sibling abuse,” Allen muttered.
Emma shrugged. “You can try, but I have chat logs.”
He groaned. “Seriously. Can you not label people based on bust size?”
“I label them based on your face when they show up on screen.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Emma mimicked his voice in an exaggerated swoon. “Oh no~ She tripped and fell on me~ Now my hands are mysteriously on her thighs~ Such a tragic accident~”
Allen narrowed his eyes. “Hey. I never said that. And I never did that thigh-grabbing thing you just accused me of. That’s straight slander.”
Emma gave him the most smug, infuriating smile. “Maybe not. But close the door? Who knows what limbs go where.”
Allen pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m surrounded by demons.”
Emma gestured grandly. “Welcome to Hell’s Gate.”
He shot her a glare but finally smirked. “Anyway. I’m not dating Mila. Yet.”
“Ohoho~” Emma slid back into her chair like she was settling in for a drama series. “So you do plan to.”
Allen hesitated.
He leaned back, gaze drifting toward the high windows.
“…Maybe.”
Emma stared. “Wait. You’re actually thinking about it.”
Allen shrugged, one hand lazily twirling the now-empty grape stem between his fingers. “Yeah, but it’s complicated. We’d have to do it step by step. Slowly.”
Emma didn’t tease this time. She just nodded. “I get that. With you? Nothing’s ever just ’simple’ anyway.”
They lapsed into a weirdly comfortable silence. The kind that wasn’t awkward or heavy—just the quiet kind that creeps in when both people are thinking a little too much. The antique clock in the corner ticked louder than it needed to, each second stretching like it was trying to be dramatic.
6:57 PM.
Dinner was probably just a few minutes away. Kai was likely fussing over the tablecloth symmetry. Michael was probably threatening to throw a knife at someone for using the wrong garnish.
Allen stared at the edge of the marble table for a long second.
Then he said, almost too softly, “Emma… can I ask you something?”
She looked up from her phone, curious. “Hm?”
He hesitated. Then, “The hacker. Do you think Dad’s gonna… kill him?”
Emma blinked.
Allen continued, his tone lower now, words slower. “I mean, the guy got caught. But he saw too much. He probably realized the Devil Emperor isn’t some advanced AI or scripted character. He knows I’m a real player. Maybe he even figured out the villainesses aren’t just NPCs.”
Emma set her phone down. Folded her arms on the table and leaned in, all the playfulness in her eyes gone.
“That depends on Dad,” she said simply.
“Jail?”
“Maybe.”
“…Death?”
She didn’t blink. “Also maybe.”
Allen flinched. “You say that like it’s nothing.”