Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Capítulo 2041: Epilogue [Part 1]

Villain Ch 2041. Epilogue [Part 1]

Five years passed.

It felt unreal sometimes.

Not just the time, but how much life could change in it. How much love could settle in your bones when you stopped fighting it. How much peace could become the norm when once all you knew was tension.

Allen had worked hard for this life.

He didn’t get here by accident.

It was built on effort. Chaos. Risk. Growth. Forgiveness. And mostly… love.

Love he never had before. Not like this.

Not the kind that waited for him to come home. Not the kind that filled a house with laughter and little feet pattering down the hall. Not the kind that crawled into his arms in the middle of the night just because.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was his.

The world outside kept turning, sure. Not everyone made it out like he did.

Sophia never recovered.

She had been released after her first year in the psych ward, diagnosed as stable, functioning, normal enough to be in the world again. And she was. For a while. But the world had changed. Allen had moved on. And when the news broke that he had married nine women, something inside her cracked again. She’d been caught screaming in public. Breaking down in cafés. Threatening strangers. She nearly killed an influencer who built his entire channel around imitating Allen’s style and persona. It was ugly. Public. Violent. She was taken in again. And this time… there was no release date. No one asked anymore. It was better that way.

James and Noah didn’t do much better.

The two golden boys who once had it all. They tried to build something of their own, projects done in secret, under the noses of their wealthy fathers. When the truth came out, it wasn’t the betrayal that almost got them disowned. It was the embarrassment. But in the end, they were given a second chance. They now worked for their fathers’ companies, not as heirs, but as employees. No more limelight. No more “young masters.” Just two guys in expensive suits trying to climb back up the ladder, one unglamorous day at a time.

And Elio…

He had matured. Really. Calmer now. Wiser, even. His name was still known in the gaming world, his reflexes legendary. But that fire never left. That obsession. That unshakable need to surpass Allen. The Devil Emperor.

He’d tried everything. And even after the final update, even after the developers threw in every patch and exploit, Allen’s in-game avatar remained unbeatable. A final boss with no weakness. And the more new games the company launched, each a success in its own right, the more Elio felt like he was still stuck in that one battle.

Chasing a ghost.

Still logged in. Still trying.

Evan had moved out.

Finally free. He had a good job, a small apartment, and weekends to himself. He’d left Jason’s house behind. Left the silence. The tension. The weight. And he visited Allen often. Not as a little brother chasing something. But as a man with his own story now. They were closer than ever.

Jason?

Still the same.

Stubborn. Set in his ways. Occasionally muttering Allen’s name like a curse if someone brought it up. He never called. Never wrote. Never tried. And that was fine. Allen didn’t need it anymore.

Carla…

Sometimes she thought about it.

The phone.

Her son.

She had her moments. Days when the guilt crept in like a slow ache. When she looked at old photos. Wondered what his laugh sounded like now. Wondered if he still remembered her face. But she never picked up the phone.

Because deep down, she knew.

She hadn’t been the mother he needed.

And staying away was the most maternal thing she could do now.

But Allen?

Allen was doing just fine.

Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of his mansion’s dining hall, warm and golden, catching the dust in the air like glitter. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, vanilla pancakes, and baked eggs filled every corner of the house. The low hum of staff setting plates, clinking glasses, and the sound of footsteps, bare feet, fast ones, echoed from the main hallway.

Then came a voice. Loud. Laughing.

“Master Riven, come back here!”

Three nannies darted into the dining room, trying to corner a streak of giggling chaos in dark green pajamas.

He was four years old.

Dark hair.

Chubby cheeks.

Stubborn eyes.

And fast.

Allen’s eldest son, Riven, was a whirlwind of energy, currently sprinting barefoot across the marble floor with a spoon in one hand and what looked like a chocolate-stained napkin in the other.

“Shea!” one of the nannies called. “He’s escaped again!”

Shea’s voice floated down from the second floor. “Just use honey! It slows him down!”

Jane emerged from the hallway, hair tied up in a loose bun, holding a half-folded blanket. “He didn’t even let me finish dressing him… Allen! Do something!”

Allen didn’t even blink.

He was already being devoured.

“Sorry, I’m handful,” he muttered as he stepped into the dining room.

Correction. He was the handful.

One arm held a pink haired three year old currently wrapping both legs around his torso like a professionally trained marsupial. She had Vivian’s quiet grace and her same terrifying eyes. But right now? She looked nothing short of smug.

“My Daddy,” she declared with all the authority of a war general.

On his other arm was a blonde girl of the same age, her curls bouncing every time she squirmed. Mila’s daughter. Softer voice. Chubbier cheeks. Way too charming for her own good.

“Nooo, my Daddy!” she said, her voice wailing up in pitch as she tightened her arms around his neck like she was preparing for a final boss battle.

“My Daddy first!” the pink-haired one snapped.

“He sleep with me yesterday!”

“He gave me the big cookie!”

“You stole that cookie!”

Allen sighed, barely managing to hold onto them both. His dress shirt was half-wrinkled already. His belt was askew. His hair had that “survived a pillow ambush” look. And the funniest part?

He hadn’t even sat down for breakfast yet.

From behind him came a soft giggle. A smaller, quieter shadow hovered near his legs.

Two years old. Round face. Same dark hair as Allen and Riven. Slightly messy fringe. Eyes too big for his small head.

His son with Alice.

Less wild than Riven. Less dramatic than the girls.

But clingy.

So clingy.

He had Allen’s pant leg in a death grip, face smushed against his thigh like he’d fused with it. A nanny crouched beside him, trying to gently pry him off, but the boy’s grip didn’t budge.

“I tried,” the nanny said, out of breath.

“I believe you,” Allen said.

“Daddy,” the small boy mumbled.

Allen glanced down. “Yeah, bud?”

“Carry,” he said softly.

Allen looked at his arms. Looked at the two koalas already clinging to him. Then back at the third one latched to his pants.

There was a moment.

A pause.

A deep breath.

Then Larissa’s voice from across the room.

“Oh wow,” she said, biting into a croissant without a care in the world. “Morning workout?”

“Just hope they don’t chew my suit,” Allen replied. “I have a meeting after this.”

“You’re not making it to that meeting,” Zoe said, already setting a cup of coffee beside his untouched plate. “They’ve claimed you.”

“They’ve imprinted,” Vivian added, sipping her tea. “You’re part of the nest now.”

“Daddy’s mine!” the pink-haired girl barked again, now poking her blonde sister’s cheek with a single aggressive finger.

“No! Daddy looooves me more!”

Allen bent his knees slightly. “Okay. Hey. First of all. I have two arms.”

“You don’t have two hearts,” pink-hair said without missing a beat.

Jane blinked. “Wow.”

“Where did you learn that?” Allen asked.

“From Aunt Bella.”

Bella, across the room, casually dipped a biscotti in her espresso. “Facts are facts.”

Allen took another breath, crouched carefully, and somehow slid the third child into a half-hug across his chest.

The girls weren’t thrilled.

“Hey, hey, no elbowing, don’t bite your brother—ow, okay, that was my ear, can someone please remove the grape from my pocket? I think it’s been smushed— Alice!”

Alice popped her head in from the patio door, all sunshine and chaos, holding an empty sippy cup. “Oops, sorry! That was from snack time yesterday. He wanted to keep it.”

The blonde girl grinned. “I squished it!”

Allen looked at the heavens. “Of course you did.”

“I’ll help,” Mila said gently, walking over and carefully untangling the girls with the practiced calm of a saint. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get some toast while Daddy finishes dressing.”

Thank you for reading the story till the end~