Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 552 My Fandom

Villain Ch 552. My Fandom

The sky gradually darkened, casting hues of twilight over the cityscape beyond his window. Allen found himself seated in his apartment, a cup of soothing green tea cradled in his hand. The clock on the wall read 07:21 PM, a reminder that dinner had come and gone.

In moments like these, Allen's routine often dictated a return to his online pursuits. However, on this particular night, he felt drawn to the keyboard for a different purpose. The faint clatter of keys echoed as he checked the Urban Enigma Forum, the glow of the screen illuminating his face in the dim room.

With a sip of tea, the warmth of the liquid contrasting the cool ambiance of his surroundings, Allen's focus shifted to the array of forums and threads sprawling across the screen. Yet, his attention was honed in on one particular thread—the one that delved into discussions about him.

The forum, a virtual nexus of conversations and opinions, unfolded before him.

"You know. Somehow, I hope he just jumps out of the magazine with a short whip and orders me to call him Daddy." *Blushing emoji* Like (1023)

- (Reply) "Your imagination is too wild, gurl. Just like mine." *Laughing emoji* Like (232)

- (Reply) "Invite me to your house if that happens."

- (Reply) "You guys are thirsty. Here's some water for you." *A girl drinks water from a pitcher enthusiastically GIF*

- (Reply) *I'm all wet now GIF*

"Okay, so does anyone have any information about him? Like his social media. There's no way he doesn't have it, right?"

- (Reply) I've been looking for it since day one. But I haven't found it yet.

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- (Reply) Does he come from a foreign country?

"I was never interested in this magazine before. I'm not even a fashionista. But once I saw the cover, I immediately bought it without thinking."

- (Reply) "Same, sis. *Hi5 emojis*

- (Reply) *Laughing emoji* "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

"So, is everyone as blind as me? I guess we can just wait for Urban Enigma to bring him as their model again."

"How do I send a request so that he wants to do a thirsty trap? *Blushing emoji* Like (2832)

- (Reply) "If he does, I will tip him with all my money!" *Take all my money GIF* Like (322)

- (Reply) "I like your idea." *Laughing emoji*

Not only those talks and conversations, some members even posted their short videos about how they kissed the magazine cover or ranted about their frustration about why they couldn't find any information about Allen.

A particular video thumbnail caught his eye. With a click, the video unfolded, revealing a young woman, approximately 25 years old, earnestly addressing the camera. Her room served as the backdrop, a canvas of personal belongings.

She ranted about how badly she wanted to meet Allen. In her hand, she clutched the Urban Enigma magazine, the pages featuring Allen's image. With a fervor that transcended the digital screen, she pointed emphatically at the picture. "I mean, look at this man over here!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and frustration. Her impassioned monologue echoed the sentiments of many forum members who had fallen under the spell of Allen's enigma.

The room, adorned with posters and personal touches, bore witness to the girl's genuine bewilderment. "How could we and the world not realize there is this man among us?" she questioned, her eyes fixed on the magazine cover. The shared sentiment of oversight and the urgency to recognize this hidden figure radiated through her words.

A deep breath marked a brief pause before she continued, "We should be aware of this guy if he walks among us." The intensity of her frustration lingered, encapsulated in that breath. With a concluding "Just… Just, how?" she encapsulated, adding another layer to the ongoing saga of Allen's elusive presence.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows at the latest video. "That's because I rarely walk around," he mumbled under his breath, half in response to the girl's impassioned query. The video had stirred a realization—his public appearances were indeed scarce, his chosen means of transportation often shrouded by a helmet that concealed his features.

In his daily life, Allen favored the efficiency of his motorbike. Whether commuting solo, with his homies or going to the gym, he never wore neat clothes and was usually a little messy.

His relationship with family was strained, minimizing his attendance at gatherings like weddings, which traditionally demanded more formal attire. The lack of these engagements meant Allen rarely found himself in a tuxedo.

The nature of his writing profession further contributed to his casual lifestyle. As a harem writer, the need for suave appearances or tailored suits was nonexistent. T-shirts and sweatpants became his everyday attire.

Among the forum members, wild speculations circulated, with some entertaining the notion that Allen might be nothing more than an artificial intelligence model crafted by the agency.

Perusing the reactions of the forum users, Allen couldn't help but furrow his brows at the overt enthusiasm displayed by some of the female members. "Why do you guys sound so thirsty?" he mumbled, his voice carrying a tinge of amusement. The question conveyed a sentiment of familiarity with the dynamics of online fandoms.

It was a scenario he had witnessed countless times before, not just in the gaming world but also in the realm of modeling. The behaviors mirrored those of avid fans fixated on a celebrity crush or a favorite model. These enthusiasts would congregate in fan threads, pouring out their admiration and desires, expressing sentiments they might hesitate to articulate in person.

The anonymity of online platforms provided a shield for unrestrained expression, a space where infatuation could be articulated without the immediate threat of rejection. For Allen, the resonance between these patterns of behavior in the gaming community and those observed in modeling forums highlighted the universal nature of fandom.

*Ding*

Allen's phone chimed with incoming messages, snapping him out of his immersion in the Urban Enigma Forum drama. He took his phone and looked at the screen. A string of texts came from his companions

Vivian : Allen, where are you at? Why ain't you logged in? Are you feeling okay? Is your health doing the limbo dance or what?

Shea : Looks like somebody had a wild night. *Smirking emoji*

Zoe : Wonder when it's gonna be our turn to hit the jackpot.

Allen hastily plunked his mug on the desk and fired back a response.

Allen : My bad, y'all. Just got sucked into the modeling and Urban Enigma Forum vortex.

Larissa : Spill. What's the scoop?

Allen : Apparently, I'm the hot topic over there. Couldn't resist checking it out.

Bella : Well, now I gotta see what the fuss is about! *Grinning emoji*

Vivian : Spill it, Allen. Who spilled the tea? *Wide-eyed emoji*

Allen : Mila did. Turns out she's a fellow Hell's Gate enthusiast. Her in-game alter ego goes by Shanty, and gets this—she's the daughter of MagicSword Interactive's owner. Oh, and she threw in a job offer as a beta player.

Vivian : You serious? Don't mess with me, Allen. *Jaw dropping emoji*

Allen : That's what she claimed. Haven't fact-checked it yet. She might just be yanking my chain.

After he typed it, Allen leaned back in his chair, contemplating the unexpected turn of events. Mila, or Shanty, had appeared on the scene, intertwining his virtual and real worlds in a way he hadn't foreseen. It was too coincidental.

A myriad of thoughts swirled in his mind like a tempest. On one hand, the details she provided, from her appearance to her familial connection, seemed to align with the luxurious lifestyle he glimpsed through her presence. Her offer of a beta player position resonated with the gaming industry's practices, making the scenario plausible.

Yet, skepticism crept into Allen's thoughts like a shadowy figure in the corners of his consciousness. The gaming world, despite its wonders, harbored deceit and misdirection. He knew firsthand the art of concealing true identities. The betrayal in his past still cast a long shadow over his trust.

His experience taught him to tread cautiously, especially when faced with unexpected offers. MagicSword Interactive might be a reputable company, but that didn't guarantee the honesty of every individual associated with it. The allure of Shanty's proposal was undeniably strange. And it made Allen's internal alarms chimed with a note of caution.

The absence of concrete evidence about Mila's identity beyond her words left room for doubt. Her connection to MagicSword Interactive needed verification, and Allen pondered the best way to cross-check this information without revealing his own cards.

A mantra echoed in his mind: "Trust, but verify." He knew that in this intricate web of alliances and betrayals, discernment was his greatest ally. The uncertainty lingered.

He navigated the labyrinth of thoughts, Allen reminded himself that trust was a delicate construct, easily shattered by a single false step.

Once again, his phone chimed.

Shea: Should I check her background?

Vivian: How? We don't have her photo.

Shea: I can order my assistant to take her photo and you guys could check it out. Is she the right person?