Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 611  Candid

Villain Ch 611. Candid

Allen stumbled out of the changing room like he'd just stepped out of some medieval time machine. He was rocking the dark king costume that was a blend of fake medieval threads and a touch of armor swag. It wasn't the typical runway model gig; it was more like cosplay on steroids, but not quite – 'cause these costumes were straight-up designed by the mad genius behind the scenes.

Allen's outfit wasn't a full-on suit of armor, thank the fashion gods. They wanted him to move, not waddle around like some human tank. Plus, they were all about using his real hair, giving him that authentic touch. So, a bit of styling, not too stiff, just enough to keep it looking natural – way off the cosplay radar. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But, those fake black gauntlets on his hands were the cherry on top. The kind that made him like just rolled out of some mythical battlefield, ready to conquer social media with his fierce AF look. Badass, that's what it was. Allen, with his dark king swagger, looked like he was about to drop a mixtape, conquer a kingdom, and slay a dragon – all before lunch.

The air buzzed with anticipation. Cameras, lights, and that unmistakable energy of a photoshoot about to go down. Allen, though, he strutted out like he owned the place. The costume hugged him in all the right places, and those gauntlets? They were the kind that screamed, "Yeah, I mean business, but I'm still here to party." The photographer grinned, everyone on set nodded approvingly, and Allen? Well, he just smirked like he was born to rock that dark king vibe.

Vivian's eyes practically popped out of her head when Allen emerged from that changing room. It was like he'd just stepped through some cosmic portal from another dimension. He looked like the Devil Emperor himself, casually strolling out of Hell's Gate and straight into her mundane existence. She swear, her heart was doing a marathon, and she wasn't the only one. The whole staff, especially the ladies, couldn't help but unleash a collective "wow." Some were straight-up jaw-dropped, like they'd just witnessed a fashion revelation.

Allen, though, he owned it. Strutting like he owned the place, he stopped right in front of Vivian, who was holding her ground in the middle of the set like some goddess awaiting her celestial consort. "Hey, you look beautiful in that dress," Allen smoothly tossed out a compliment, and she could've sworn she could heard her heart skip a beat. The theme was still that classic one – the pure girl falling for the bad boy. But this time, they cranked it up a notch, flinging them all into a medieval fantasy.

The set wasn't some grand castle or enchanted forest, though. Nope, it was all movie magic. Green screens everywhere, promising to transform this medieval-themed scene into something straight out of a dream. They'd work their editing wizardry to give it that extra oomph. Still, props were scattered around – bits of rubble, maybe a few ominous-looking statues – just to keep things feeling legit.

Allen's eyes locked onto Vivian, who was rocking this ethereal priestess dress that seemed to be spun from moonlight. The fabric cascaded down in gentle folds, a mix of ivory and silver, with delicate lace trimming the neckline and hem. It clung to her in all the right places, giving off a vibe that screamed pure and sweet, like she'd just stepped out of a celestial daydream.

Vivian, caught off guard by Allen's intense gaze, cleared her throat and swallowed her surprise. "You also look cool in that costume," she managed to compliment him, trying to keep her cool.

Allen grinned, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Don't you think this makes me look like 'my usual alias'?" he teased, his words hanging in the air with a secret undertone. He couldn't spill the beans outright about his devil emperor persona; it was like this covert operation of keeping things under wraps.

Vivian chuckled nervously, catching on to Allen's playful evasion. "Oh, totally," she replied. "That image immediately pops into my head when I see you," she spilled, honesty radiating from her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand reached out, brushing against Allen's face with a tenderness that sent a smile curling up on her lips. Her gaze lingered on him, revealing a world of unspoken sentiments. "I felt thrown at our first meeting in the game," she whispered, like it was their little secret. There was something oddly poetic about being thrown into each other's virtual orbit, only to end up here, in the real world.

Allen met her eyes, and in that moment, he could sense the warmth, the gratitude, and undeniably, her love. It threw him for a loop, caught him off guard, because this kind of emotional exchange wasn't exactly his forte. Sure, he could slay dragons in the gaming realm, but navigating the intricacies of genuine emotions in a public place? That was uncharted territory.

He felt a twinge of surprise at the clarity of her feelings, a warmth that settled in the pit of his stomach. If it were just the two of them or in a more private setting, maybe he'd be more at ease. But here, in the midst of a bustling public place, it was a different ball game. Displaying his emotions wasn't part of the Allen playbook. It felt bold, almost foreign. And the flip side? He had no idea how to handle someone showering him with genuine warmth or love in such a public setting. All while the watchful eyes of the entire crew were on them, adding an extra layer of complexity to the situation.

- Click!

The unmistakable sound of a camera snapping away invaded their little bubble, and both Vivian and Allen instinctively turned towards the source. The photographer, with a grin plastered on his face like he'd just scored the ultimate loot from a boss monster, chimed in, "You know, this is the best candid I've ever had."