Villain Ch 1800. I'm Surrounded by Demons
"Hey," he protested. "I'm here to vibe. Reflect. Breathe."
"While reading memes and eating grapes."
"Chilled grapes," he corrected, popping another into his mouth. "High class. Very zen."
Emma leaned on the table, resting her chin on one hand. "So what are you actually doing?"
"Getting emotionally roasted on the forums."
She perked up. "Oh, is this about that fake cult thing? The 'Devil Emperor Followers' people?"
Allen held up his phone without a word and hit play.
The video replayed on low volume—just enough to show Allen annihilating a squad of cosplay-wannabe chaos worshippers. The screen flashed with movement, blade trails, dodges, and one very smooth murder montage.
Emma's eyes lit up. "Wait—is that you?"
Allen glanced over his teacup. "Yup."
She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, squinting at the video like she was reading ancient runes. "Bro…"
He sipped casually. "What?"
