Villain Ch 1741. Home Sweet Hellhole
His senses recalibrated in a blink, and then the world reloaded around him—not with the sharp burn of hellfire or the towering halls of some sanctified battlefield, but with cold stone, thick shadows, and that familiar, metallic tang in the air.
The Cursed Crypts.
Home sweet hellhole.
Allen's avatar materialized at the top of the cracked obsidian staircase leading down into the main chamber. Stained glass above him filtered in blood-colored light. His cloak fluttered once before settling.
None of the girls were online.
Not Shea. Not Jane. Not even Zoe.
That was… normal.
Expected.
After the night they'd had, even they needed a break.
Allen exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders in-game.
He checked his HUD. One quest was active. Simple one. Daily bounty refresh.
[Objective: Kill 10 Players in the field of influence (0/10)]
He didn't sigh. He didn't smirk. He just accepted it like someone accepting the fact that laundry exists.
Routine.
