Chapter 589 Skills Speak Louder Than Fame

Chapter 589 Skills Speak Louder Than Fame

?Villain Ch 589. Skills Speak Louder Than Fame

A devilish grin curled on his lips, his thoughts swirling with a cunning scheme. The question loomed: Should he unleash the storm and tarnish Sophia's reputation? If he was a mere player, the decision would be a no-brainer; he'd hit the "destroy reputation" button without a second thought. After all, in the cutthroat gaming world, survival often demanded a proactive offense.

However, Hell's Gate wasn't just any game, and Allen wasn't a player. He was the devil emperor and for him, guild politics seemed trivial. The clash of players and guilds was a sideshow to his grand narrative, inconsequential to the devilish machinations he orchestrated.

A wicked idea flickered in Allen's mind. Instead of 'Al,' perhaps 'Azazel' would be the perfect agent to orchestrate Sophia's self-exposure. Exposing her deeds—how she could turn against her own guild—would sow doubt among prospective recruiters. It wasn't about ruining her reputation; it was about unveiling the complexities that lurked beneath the surface.

Allen observed Sophia, who was still the center of attention in the bustling crowd of players in Debaris City. He noted more players from various guilds approaching her, extending invitations to join their hunting sessions.

Sophia, however, executed her rejections with finesse because most of them were from non top-tier guilds. Allen could almost picture the smooth dialogue—her polite refusal, a hint of regret, and the classic "already promised to other hunts" excuse. It was the art of gracefully turning down offers while maintaining an air of popularity.

A wry smile played on Allen's lips. 'Well, enjoy your fame while you can,' he thought, shrugging.

Leaving Sophia in the midst of her burgeoning fame, Allen decided to search for a different kind of currency—information. This time, he had his sights set on the elusive top-tier guilds.

Allen's keen instincts led him to a group of players engaged in hushed discussions. It was the Celestial Vanguard guild, their avatars adorned with the insignia of seasoned warriors. With a casual air, he approached, engaging in a brief chat about their alternative plans for the impending war. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin

With a nonchalant wave and simple 'Hi', Allen joined the group, and the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. They gathered in the hall, exchanging information that hinted at the shared thirst for discovery. The short investigative trip had yielded only fragments of information, scattered like breadcrumbs in the vastness of the game world.

The conversation unfolded seamlessly, a chorus of voices weaving through the air. Details emerged—clues, hints, and tidbits that formed a patchwork of insights. Yet, as expected, the bounty of information was meager, each morsel a puzzle piece waiting to find its place in the grand narrative.

The exchange lasted a mere five minutes before a unanimous decision rippled through the group—they would resume their investigation amidst their next hunt. This time, a new strategy emerged. Instead of aimless exploration like before they targeted certain materials from monsters to create their new gears, their path was clear—Black Castle.

Teleporting via the portal room, the oppressive ambiance of Black Castle's hall greeted Allen and his companions as they stepped into the cavernous expanse. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the echoing footsteps of skeletal minions that patrolled the ruined castle. The walls bore the scars of a bygone era, their stone surfaces weathered and cracked, telling tales of a time when this stronghold thrived.

The flickering light of phantom torches cast shadows that danced across the uneven floor. Skeletons adorned in tattered armor clanked ominously, their hollow eye sockets staring vacantly at the intruders. Undead monsters, remnants of a spectral army, lurked in the dark corners, waiting to pounce on any unsuspecting player daring to venture too close.

The group navigated through the labyrinthine halls, their footsteps echoing in the cold space. Every turn revealed another layer of the castle's decrepit grandeur. Crumbled archways and shattered stained glass windows bore witness to the passage of time, each fracture a testament to the castle's gradual descent into decay.

However, this time, an unexpected element added a layer of complexity to their routine hunt. The hall teemed with players, forming a formidable congregation of high-level avatars. They moved in groups, clad in armor that bespoke countless battles. The hall had become a battleground where players vied for supremacy.

The clash of swords, the twang of bows, and the explosive spells of magic-wielding players melded into a cacophony of conflict. Allen's group found themselves not only contending with the undead horde but also facing off against players who wanted to defeat them.

Encounters became inevitable. The tension escalated with every step, the air crackling with a volatile mix of competition and danger. Foes lurked not only in the shadows but also among the players, each one of them was a potential adversary in this coliseum.

The villain group became unwitting magnets for competition. Their presence, like a beacon in the darkness, drew the attention of more high-level players seeking to test their mettle against the infamous devil emperor and his crew. The hall, once a solemn graveyard, transformed into a bustling arena of rivalry.

Yet, despite the influx of challengers, none proved worthy adversaries. Allen's group dispatched both monsters and players with a seamless dance of skill. However, the unintended consequence of their notoriety was evident—their presence fueled a cycle of challenge and retaliation, as more players flocked to Black Castle, eager to cross swords with the villains of Hell's Gate.