Villain Ch 369. Emma Goldborne Part 1

Just as Allen’s companions were reassured by his caution, the scene took an unexpected twist. The smirk on Lust’s lips grew more pronounced, almost as if she could hear their conversation. In a blink, her form seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving an eerie emptiness in the air where she had stood just moments before.

Yet, in a room, in the real world, removed from the virtual battlefield, another scene was unfolding. Emma Goldborne, a 19-year-old young girl with striking silver hair and an air of elegance, sat in a lavish room. Her age seemed to contradict her innocent and cute features, an intriguing juxtaposition that hinted at a deeper story. The room itself was a testament to her affluent status, filled with opulent decor and state-of-the-art technology.

With a sense of satisfaction, Emma removed the special VR device from her head, revealing her serene expression. Her eyes held a mischievous spark as if she had just pulled off a well-executed prank. This was no ordinary gaming session; it was a calculated move.

The room around her shimmered as the virtual reality dissolved, revealing her surroundings. Emma’s lips curled into a smile, her silver hair cascading elegantly around her. Her fingers deftly navigated the device as she initiated the complete log-out process, turning off the device.

“That was quite the encounter,” she mused to herself, the words a soft murmur in the empty room.

The special VR device rested in her hand, a special device that allowed her to manipulate and immerse herself in the game world. Not as the player, she could become anything she desired, from fierce monsters to inanimate objects. The thrill of testing one of her creations, the powerful boss monster known as Lust, had driven her to take on a persona far removed from her own reality.

But the results were even more unexpected than she had anticipated. Instead of testing Allen, she found herself in a battle against Vivian, one of his companions.

With a sigh of amusement, Emma placed the VR device on a nearby table and leaned back in her chair. Her mind was already racing, contemplating the implications of the encounter.

As she gazed out of the window, her thoughts drifted back to Allen, the central figure in this unfolding drama. There was something about him that intrigued her, something that went beyond the confines of ones and zeros.

A frown creased Emma’s forehead as she muttered under her breath, her expression a mix of annoyance and surprise. “That Allen guy is way too sharp for his own good,” she scowled. She hadn’t anticipated that Allen would possess the keen perception necessary to detect that Lust was a fabrication, even as she skillfully attempted to blend her into the game’s world and the incubi.

Her fingers drummed lightly on the armrest of her chair as she considered this unexpected turn of events. Emma’s intelligence was often her greatest asset, allowing her to craft intricate game elements and devise complex scenarios. But Allen’s sharp intuition had managed to pierce through the illusion she had meticulously woven.

A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she mulled over this development. Allen was proving to be more intriguing than she had initially thought. The fact that he was considered as the top choice to play the devil emperor character within the game added another layer of complexity to the situation.

With a sigh, she spoke aloud to herself, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. “Well, if he wasn’t sharp enough, I guess my dear dad wouldn’t have entrusted him with the fate of our company and the devil emperor role,” she said with a huff, her tone laced with a mixture of pride and exasperation.

Emma’s relationship with her father was a complex one, a blend of family dynamics and corporate responsibilities. The mention of her father’s role in the company brought a subtle furrow to her brow. She had a responsibility to uphold the family legacy, and part of that meant ensuring that the game her company developed continued to thrive. Not officially indeed, but she knew it would come to her soon or later. It was a heavy responsibility. ．

As she reclined in her chair, Emma’s mind began to churn with ideas. Allen’s perceptive nature presented both a challenge and an opportunity. If she could find a way to harness his insights and integrate them into the game’s mechanics, it could elevate the player experience to new heights.

She glanced at the VR device resting on the table, her thoughts drifting back to the virtual world that had captivated her for so long. She was a smart girl and a pro gamer herself. Sadly, with her status, she couldn’t enter any tournament or competition.

A loud commotion from outside drew Emma’s attention, and she swiveled in her chair to face the door. The voices of her bodyguard and Kafra, the persistent and somewhat exasperated messenger, rang through the air. Emma couldn’t help but feel a mixture of amusement and annoyance at the familiar scene unfolding beyond her door.

“She’s gotta be in there, I know it!” Kafra’s voice carried a hint of frustration, accompanied by the sound of crossed arms and tapping feet.

On the other side of the argument, Andrew, Emma’s steadfast bodyguard, stood his ground. “Miss Emma is merely inspecting the device, Kafra. It won’t take long.”

Emma rolled her eyes slightly, their banter was nothing new to her. She distanced herself from the chair, her silver hair cascading over her back. She knew that Kafra’s determination and Andrew’s stoicism were almost like clockwork.

The decision was clear to her, and with a sigh, she finally spoke up. “Andrew, just let her in,” she said, her tone tinged with a hint of resignation. Sometimes it was easier to give in to Kafra’s persistence rather than prolong the inevitable.

The door swung open, and Kafra entered with a triumphant smirk. Her dark hair framed her face as she grinned at Emma, a gleam of triumph in her eyes. “Ah, Miss Emma, you know I’ll always find a way,” Kafra declared with a dry smile.