Villain Ch 1751. I’m Enough
The last surviving member of the enemy group—a hunter girl with panic in her eyes—tried to speak, “H-How? You are just one guy!”
Allen appeared behind her mid-sentence.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “And I’m enough…”
Then slit her throat without blinking.
[Player SwiftieBunny Defeated]
Silence.
The battlefield was silent.
Except for the drip of blood.
And Allen’s slow, steady breathing.
He stood in the middle of the field, surrounded by corpses. High-level players. Dozens of them. Their bodies were still fading, a train of loot notifications in front of him, and the ground was a mess of broken pixels and ruined pride.
He rolled his neck once. Then flicked the blood off his blades with a casual snap of his wrists.
Then turned to face the others.
Alex, Elio, Red_King, and the two remaining party members just stared at him.
Allen gave them a calm look. A slight tilt of the head.
Then—just a smirk.
Like nothing had happened.
Like he hadn’t just butchered fifty players alone.
Red_King finally found his voice.
“Allen?”
Allen was still wiping blood off his left blade with a torn piece of someone’s cloak. His frown barely shifted. “What?”
There was a pause—long, brittle, and awkward.
Alex was the one who finally spoke, voice quiet, a little shaky. “Nothing. Just… you are terrifying.”
Allen tilted his head. Just a little. “Terrifying?”
“I mean,” Alex gestured at the field, still littered with fading corpses and gore-soaked loot, “you killed all of them. Everyone. And I didn’t use a single heal on you.”
Allen shrugged, resheathing his daggers with smooth, practiced ease. “I ambushed them. It wasn’t one-on-one.”
“But still…” Alex stared at the blood trails crisscrossing the broken terrain. “That was…”
“Efficient,” Allen offered casually.
Elio hadn’t said a word since it ended. He just stood there, his armor half-damaged, face unreadable. There was something unreadable in his silence—like his mind was still back in the moment when Allen stabbed a man through the chest without blinking. He’d dueled Allen recently. He’d felt that speed, that control.
But this wasn’t that.
That duel had been technical. Precision-based.
This?
This had been war.
Allen turned to face the group, now standing with their post-battle wounds faintly glowing under auto-recovery buffs.
“So,” Allen said lightly, “since Alex is safe and very much alive, should we leave? Or are you guys still dead-set on hunting the Devil Emperor?”
Red_King let out a small laugh. “Honestly, I was more excited about the mystery before I saw that.”
Alex gave a small, sheepish nod. “Agreed.”
But Elio spoke now. Finally.
“If the Emperor really is here,” he said, voice low, “can you join us?”
Allen didn’t hesitate. “I can’t. Rules.”
Elio frowned. “You can kill other players, but you can’t fight the Emperor?”
“Correction,” Allen said, shifting his weight and folding his arms. “I can kill monsters and players under normal circumstances. Raids. Self-defense. PvP if it’s not initiated by me. But anything that falls under ’targeting a narrative entity’ without provocation?” He shook his head. “Not allowed. It violates the neutrality clause.”
Red_King muttered, “So basically, you’re not allowed to chase him.”
“Right,” Allen confirmed. “But if he attacks me first, then yeah, I can defend myself.”
Alex blinked. “Why?”
Allen’s expression didn’t change, but his voice lowered slightly. “Because if I win, people say I cheated. That the system helped me. That I’m Goldborne, so it doesn’t count.”
A beat passed.
“And if I lose?” Allen continued. “They’ll say, ’Not even Allen could beat him. The Emperor must be impossible.’ Either way, I mess up the player narrative.”
The silence that followed was long and thick, like the world itself was considering his words.
Red_King blew out a breath. “Damn. You’re right. That’s… actually kinda messed up.”
Alex tilted his head. “So you’re just walking that tightrope all the time?”
Allen shrugged again. “Doesn’t bother me. I prefer shadows.”
Elio’s eyes narrowed. “But the way you fought back there… that wasn’t a shadow. That was something else.”
Allen met his gaze without flinching. “And?”
“So…” Elio folded his arms slowly. “Your avatar’s a normal one, right?”
There was a beat. A flicker of suspicion.
“Or do you have some kind of… advantage?”
Allen snorted, then flicked his hand with a casual wave. “You wanna see my stats?”
A system menu bloomed beside him in a holographic shimmer. The panel rotated slowly—his character sheet, equipment, skill layout, current level, HP, mana.
The others crowded in slightly to look. And yeah… it was all normal.
Surprisingly normal.
His gear wasn’t flashy. Just high-tier rare equipment with clean upgrades. Nothing epic. No mythic enchantments or glowing prestige slots.
His dual daggers? Old-school design. Sleek. Elegant. Their only real feature was a passive modifier.
[True Fang] — Ignores gear defense on non-epic armor. Bonus to precision strikes.
Red_King leaned forward. “Wait… your gear isn’t even epic?”
Allen raised an eyebrow. “Why would it be?”
Elio stared at the numbers. “But… your damage…”
Alex squinted at the tooltip. “You don’t rely on raw power. You rely on positioning. Fatal strikes. Weak spots.”
Allen grinned. “Exactly. I don’t need to overpower someone. I just need to know where to cut.”
“Shit,” Red_King muttered, stepping back. “You’re actually a freak.”
Allen smirked. “Took you this long?”
“But why?” Elio said. “Why not use epic-tier gear like the rest of us?”
Allen looked at him, eyes sharp. “Because I don’t need it. I’m neutral.”
That answer wasn’t arrogance.
It was a fact.
And it hit.
Hard.
Alex took a small step back, eyes still glued to Allen’s stat sheet. “So you’re telling me you don’t need healing, buffs, or even epic equipment to do… that?”
Allen let the stat sheet fade away with a flick.
“I don’t win because of stats,” he said quietly. “I win because I know how people fight. I don’t care about the math. I care about the rhythm. The nerves. The doubt. I cut people apart before they even realize they’ve already lost.”
It wasn’t said with pride.
It was said with clarity.
Elio didn’t speak after that.