Villain Ch 1487. Rebuilding War
The Devil Emperor threw his head back and laughed. Not the laugh of a madman—but of something ancient. Something victorious. Something that had just evolved mid-battle.
"Oh no…" someone near the crowd whispered in horror. "He just powered up."
"He consumed the orb," another player said shakily. "Did you see his level spike? That wasn't a buff. That was permanent."
Arcana's jaw tightened. "He just got stronger."
The Emperor's laughter died down into a dark chuckle, and he turned his head slightly, letting them feel the difference. His presence no longer merely loomed—it devoured the air around it.
His aura pulsed outward like a detonation, and every player in the plaza felt it—bones rattling, stomachs tightening, a primal instinct screaming run. And then, slowly, he lifted his hand again, dark energy spiraling from his fingers.
"I'll let you test my new power," he said smoothly, voice laced with dark amusement. "Consider it a demonstration."
