Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 773. The Haunted Forest [Part 1]

Bored Hunter's frustration was palpable as he turned to Arcana, his voice laced with a hint of complaint. "If I were you, I also wouldn't be afraid. I'm the lowest level player here," he muttered, his tone reflecting his dissatisfaction. He couldn't help but feel inadequate compared to the other players, especially in the face of the looming dangers of the Haunted Forest.

Arcana's response was swift and cutting, his confidence unwavering despite Bored Hunter's remark. "Pfft! What did you say?" he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Without missing a beat, he gestured to Greatest Healer, one of his guild members who stood by his side. "He is the lowest level here," Arcana declared, emphasizing the point with a smug grin. "Moreover, he is a healer!

He is the one who should worry more about himself than you."

Greatest Healer, though visibly annoyed by the implication, took a deep breath and responded with a hint of resignation. "Thanks for the praise," he muttered, his tone tinged with irritation at being singled out for his lower level.

Arcana's response was unabashedly self-assured as he simply replied, "You're welcome," his confidence unwavering despite the tension in the air. He made no effort to appease Greatest Healer's annoyance, instead choosing to stand firm in his conviction that he was the one least at risk in their current situation.

Bored Hunter grumbled in response to Arcana's assertion. "But he's a healer, he'll be in the back row," he insisted, unwilling to concede the point. Despite Arcana's logical reasoning, Bored Hunter remained unconvinced, his reluctance to accept the situation evident in his tone.

Arcana, however, remained unfazed by Bored Hunter's protestations, his expression calm and composed as he countered the argument. "But you are also a ranged class, so it shouldn't be a problem," he pointed out, raising one eyebrow in a gesture of mild amusement.

His logic was sound, and Bored Hunter found himself at a loss for a retort, begrudgingly acknowledging the validity of Arcana's observation.

The debate continued. Red_King interjected with a valid concern of his own, shifting the focus away from the current disagreement. "Instead of that, I'm worried that we lack ranged class players," he remarked, his tone tinged with frustration. The realization struck a chord with the group, prompting them to consider the implications of their composition as they prepared to enter the Haunted Forest.

Red_King's words hung heavy in the air, casting a somber silence over the group. They took in the reality of their situation. It became clear that their party composition posed significant challenges for their upcoming adventure into the Haunted Forest.

With no mage class members among them, their ability to wield powerful magic and cast spells from a distance was severely limited. Bored Hunter, the sole ranged attacker in the group, faced the daunting task of providing damage and support from afar.

Arcana and Red_King, both tank class players specializing in melee combat, realized that they would be at the forefront of any encounters, tasked with protecting the group and dealing close-range damage. Their roles as frontline fighters would be crucial in navigating the dangers of the forest.

As for Allen and Azura, their proficiency as assassins made them formidable in close-quarters combat, but the lack of ranged options meant they would need to adapt their strategies to suit the circumstances. Without the ability to engage enemies from a distance, they would need to rely on their agility and stealth to outmaneuver their foes.

Arcana turned to Red_King, his tone laced with exasperation. He couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the realization of their party's shortcomings. "Why are you just saying that now?!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration.

Red_King's response was swift, his expression mirroring Arcana's frustration. "Then why did you only realize it now?" he shot back, his tone dripping with scorn. The tension between them was palpable as they exchanged heated words, each pointing out the other's oversight.

Meanwhile, Allen observed the exchange with a mixture of irritation and concern. He couldn't understand why they were bickering at a time like this. "If you're afraid, just leave the group," he interjected, his voice tinged with annoyance as he frowned in disapproval. He had little patience for their squabbling.
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Without further ado, Allen forged ahead into the dark and eerie forest. Despite its ominous aura, he remained undeterred, confident in his own skills and abilities. He knew that with his level and expertise, navigating through the dangers of the haunted forest shouldn't pose a significant challenge.

If his companions chose not to accompany him, he was prepared to venture forth alone, embracing his devil emperor form to conquer the forest's perils.

Azura trailed closely behind Allen, her determination matching his own. She had made a commitment to hunt by his side, and she had no intention of backing down now.

Red_King's decisive declaration broke the silence, his determination evident in his voice. "I'm in!" With a resolute nod, he followed in Allen's footsteps, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them within the haunted forest.

Father^Alex wasted no time in joining Red_King, his support for Red_King evident as he trailed behind his team. Despite any lingering apprehension, he was committed to the mission at hand, determined to lend his aid wherever needed.

Arcana's sigh carried a note of resignation as he reluctantly voiced his agreement. "We are going to die like a bunch of stupid players," he remarked, his tone tinged with a hint of apprehension. Nevertheless, he followed Red_King's lead, his steps echoing through the dense undergrowth as he ventured into the depths of the forest.

Bored Hunter and Greatest Healer, though perhaps less enthusiastic than their companions, nonetheless followed suit, their resolve bolstered by the collective determination of the group. With a mixture of trepidation and determination, they entered the forest.

As soon as they stepped foot into the haunted forest, a thick veil of fog descended upon them, obscuring their surroundings and enveloping them in an eerie shroud of mist. The dense fog seemed to swallow the sounds around them, muffling any noise beyond their immediate vicinity.