Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 928 Be Careful With The Path You Choose

Villain Ch 928. Be Careful With The Path You Choose

Allen and Jordan exchanged thoughtful glances, both recognizing the validity in Emma's defense, despite their initial reservations. They knew she had a point; humor, after all, had its place in games, even mature-rated ones like Hell's Gate.

Allen spoke first, his tone reflective. "I was the first person to get those items, so I guess we'll just have to wait for the others' reactions. They might find it amusing and it might actually add a unique charm to the game."

Jordan nodded, his expression softening. "I agree. We'll handle this based on the players' reactions. If they don't like it, we can always replace those items with something more normal. We want the game to be enjoyable for everyone, after all."

Emma felt a sense of relief wash over her. Her father and brother weren't outright rejecting her idea. Instead, they were willing to see how it played out. She glanced at Azura, who gave her a small, supportive smile.

Allen added, "Hell's Gate is a mature-rated game after all, so it's not a violation of any content guidelines. But we do need to make sure it's something the community will appreciate."

Azura decided to chime in. "I think it's a clever twist. As long as it doesn't become a pattern of overly bizarre items, it could be a fun Easter egg for players to discover."

Emma's spirits lifted even more. "Exactly! It's just a one-off thing to add a bit of humor. If it doesn't work out, we can change it, but at least we tried something different."

Jordan leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Alright then. We'll monitor the feedback closely. If there are any strong negative reactions, we'll make adjustments."

Once again, they continued their meal, the conversation petering out as they focused on their desserts. The rich chocolate cake was almost gone from their plates, its sweetness lingering in the air. Azura glanced restlessly at Allen, her mind racing. He had agreed to let her help, but he hadn't specified how. The uncertainty gnawed at her.

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"Is there something on my face?" Allen noticed Azura's restless gaze and decided to address it directly.

"Ah, no," she answered quickly, feeling a bit caught off guard.

Allen tilted his head slightly, his eyes curious. "Then do you want to say something?"

Azura hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "You haven't said what I can do to help you."

Emma, who had been silently stewing, couldn't help but grunt internally. 'Ugh... That topic again,' she thought, her annoyance barely contained. She miraculously held her tongue, but her face said it all—displeasure etched into every line.

Allen hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair. "I haven't thought about that. Give me a bit of time, okay?"

Before Azura could respond, Emma suddenly blurted out, "What if he doesn't need your help?" Her words were sharp, like a slap to Azura's face.

Azura's eyes widened in surprise, hurt flashing across her features. She looked at Emma, who smirked, clearly relishing the moment. "What if he only accepted your help because he felt bad for you?" Emma continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She was pouring gasoline on the fire, and she knew it.

Azura's mind reeled. She had been trying so hard to fit in, to be useful, and now Emma was undermining her efforts with just a few cruel words. 'Why is she doing this?' Azura thought, her heart sinking. She had hoped for support, not sabotage.

Allen, sensing the rising tension, quickly interjected. "Emma, that's enough," he said firmly, his eyes narrowing at his sister. "Azura is trying to help, and I appreciate that. There's no need for this hostility."

Allen's thoughts churned as he looked between Emma and Azura. He knew Emma was mad at Azura, but her words had been too harsh. All he wanted was a peaceful dinner. He glanced at Jordan, silently requesting his father to intervene before things escalated further.

Jordan caught Allen's glance and responded with a knowing smile, as if to say, "Yes, girls could create a lot of drama. Be careful with the path you choose." The subtext was clear—Jordan was subtly referencing Allen's complex romantic life with his seven girlfriends.

Allen inwardly sighed. 'I hope they won't turn that way,' he thought, imagining the chaos if his girlfriends ever clashed like this. Find your next adventure on novelbuddy

Jordan cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Emma, Azura," he began, his voice calm but authoritative. "Let's keep the dinner civil. We're family, and we should treat each other with respect."

Emma, feeling chastised, looked down at her plate. She hadn't meant to be so cruel, but her frustration had boiled over. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. "I'm sorry, Azura," she said, though her tone was still a bit sharp. "I shouldn't have said that."

Azura nodded, accepting the apology but still feeling the sting of Emma's words. "It's okay," she replied softly, though her eyes betrayed her hurt. "I just want to help. I don't want to be a burden."

Allen felt relief that the immediate tension had been diffused. He knew, however, that there were still unresolved feelings beneath the surface. "Azura, I appreciate your offer to help," he said, his tone sincere. "I'll think of something you can do. But for now, let's just enjoy our time together."

Emma and Azura exchanged glances, a fragile truce forming between them. They both knew they had overstepped, and neither wanted to ruin the evening further.

The dinner was drawing to a close. The last piece of chocolate cake sat on Emma's plate, but instead of eating it, she found herself staring at it, lost in thought. Her mind drifted back to the afternoon, to the argument with Allen over something so trivial—her attempt to feed him. "You should do it gently," his words echoed in her mind, still stinging.

She glanced at Allen, who was now engrossed in a conversation with Jordan about the logistics of his upcoming conference. A sudden, impulsive thought struck her. 'Maybe if I try it now, he won't refuse in front of Dad,' she mused. The idea both excited and terrified her, but she felt a strange compulsion to bridge the gap between them.