Villain Ch 1577. A Week Later
For a week, it was quiet. Not the suspicious kind of quiet that made he check over his shoulder—but the good kind. The kind of quiet that told Allen the storm was gathering strength, not gone.
He didn't waste it.
His Devil Emperor's character was now two levels higher, stat points allocated with sharp precision. Grinding alongside the girls had its chaotic moments—Zoe always charged first, Jane talked too much mid-battle, and Larissa made everything sound like a training montage—but they were efficient. Lethal, even.
He'd also spent time crafting. Real crafting. Sitting in the Cursed Crypts' forge zone, feeding infernal ore into the soul furnace, testing enchantment patterns, refining armor plating until even the system sent him a congratulatory. He created gear for the next event. All of them created their own gears.
