Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 931 Poetic?

Villain Ch 931. Poetic?

Allen walked back to his room. The conversation with Emma had been unexpectedly cathartic, and he felt a renewed sense of connection with his sister. Once he entered his room, he took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment of calm.

He quickly shed his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him. The steam enveloped him, washing away the remnants of the tension.

After his shower, Allen dried off and changed into comfortable clothes. He sat down on his sofa, where Kai and Alex were already waiting. For the next half hour, they went over the conference plan, discussing last-minute updates and ensuring everything was on track.

With the check-in complete, Allen logged into Hell's Gate, ready for a bit of night hunting with his team. Bella wasn't online, but she had left him a message saying she was okay and had calmed down. She also mentioned that she had really enjoyed their intimate moment, which eased Allen's lingering worries.

Tonight, only Alice, Larissa, and Vivian were online. The three women greeted him warmly and were already prepared for a hunt. The hunt was straightforward, with no major events or surprises. It was a typical night in Hell's Gate, filled with battles against monsters and the thrill of collecting loot.

During a brief break, Allen checked in with the auction NPC to retrieve his loot. He navigated through the bustling in-game city, weaving through throngs of players and NPCs alike.

"Good evening," Allen greeted the NPC, his voice commanding yet polite.

The auctioneer nodded in acknowledgment. "Good evening," they replied, their voice smooth and almost ethereal. "How may I assist you tonight?"

"I'm here to retrieve my items," Allen said, cutting straight to the point. "I placed some items in the auction earlier today."

The auctioneer consulted a large ledger, their fingers gliding over the pages with practiced ease. "Ah, yes. Those are quite unique items, if I may say so."

Allen nodded. "Yes, those are the ones. I'd like to take them back."

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The auctioneer looked up, their expression apologetic. "I'm afraid that won't be possible just yet. The items are still in the auction process and must remain on display until the auction time is up." The auctioneer checked the ledger again. "Approximately one week from now. The items must stay on display for the duration of the auction."

Allen felt a twinge of frustration but quickly reminded himself that these were the game's mechanics. It was out of his control. "Alright," he said, resignation in his voice. "I suppose I'll have to wait."

As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. The thought of other players seeing those bizarre items and their outlandish descriptions amused him. He imagined the reactions: curiosity, confusion, and perhaps even laughter. It was a small consolation, but it made the wait a bit more bearable.

Another player approached the auctioneer. Allen caught snippets of their conversation, the player expressing interest in the very items he had just tried to retrieve.

"These items are... intriguing," the player said, eyeing the displayed loot. "What exactly do they do?"

The auctioneer smiled knowingly. "Ah, they are indeed intriguing. They hold value as curiosities, collectibles if you will."

Allen lingered for a moment, observing the player's reaction. The player seemed fascinated, their eyes wide with curiosity. "I see. Well, I might place a bid then. They're quite the conversation pieces."

Another player, a mage dressed in flowing robes, approached the auctioneer and pointed at the display case. "The Spider Queen's liquid? What kind of item is that?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

The auctioneer maintained their calm demeanor. "It is exactly as described, a unique item obtained from a recent boss fight. It's not meant for practical use, but its value lies in its rarity and the story behind it."

A player besides her, a burly warrior with a massive axe slung over his shoulder, joined the conversation, laughing. "Sounds like a gimmick to me. Who would spend gold on something like that?"

The mage turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "You'd be surprised. Collectors love rare and unusual items, especially those with a good backstory. It's not always about the stats."

The warrior shrugged, a smirk on his face. "I guess you're right. Still, seems a bit silly to me."

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The mage curiosity was piqued. "Poetic, you say? I might just have to place a bid myself. I do love a good story."

He distanced himself from the NPC, a smile playing on his lips. The delay, while inconvenient, added an interesting twist to his experience. It was satisfying to know that his loot was generating buzz among the other players, even if he couldn't retrieve it just yet.

After dealing with the auction NPC, Allen rejoined Alice, Larissa, and Vivian for another quick hunt. They fought monsters, collected more loot, and shared tips on strategies and gear.

Once the hunt was over, they returned to the city to sell their loot and purchase supplies at the market. A few minutes later, they wrapped up their evening. The night's hunt had been productive, and the company of Alice, Larissa, and Vivian had been reassuring.

Logging off from Hell's Gate, Allen stretched his body, feeling the satisfying crack of his joints as he reached for the ceiling. The long day had left him weary, but his mind was still buzzing with thoughts and ideas. Instead of heading straight to bed, he decided to channel that energy into something productive. He walked over to his desk, where his laptop sat waiting, and opened it up.

The screen glowed softly as he navigated to his writing folder. He began to type, his fingers dancing over the keys with a practiced ease. The words flowed from his mind to the screen.

Minutes turned into an hour, and before he knew it, he had written several pages. Allen leaned back, rereading his work with a satisfied smile.

Finally, he saved his document and closed the laptop, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The room was quiet. Allen stood, stretched once more, and made his way to bed. He pulled back the covers and slid in, feeling the fatigue finally catch up with him.