NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1826: Rewrite Reality
Villain Ch 1826. Rewrite Reality
Allen stopped.
The desert wind picked up, hot and dry, sending little spirals of red dust curling around his boots.
His expression didn't change, but his voice dropped lower.
"They're scared."
Zoe tilted her head. "Of who? Her?"
"Of her, yes," Allen said simply. "And the consequences."
The girls exchanged glances.
Because if someone was scared enough to rewrite reality…
It meant they knew exactly what they were running from.
He stood in the middle of the scorched desert, boots half-buried in fine red dust, his blade glinting faintly under the cruel sun. The corpses of half a dozen players littered the ground around him.
His voice cut through the hot silence like a razor.
"I want to watch them fight."
Vivian blinked. "Huh?"
Allen didn't look at her. "Sophia. Darren. Liam. Mr. Bell. Let them claw each other apart. This isn't my war."
Vivian smiled faintly, blood drying on her lower lip. "Finally. Someone else is the main character."
Jane groaned. "Yeah, but—ugh—it's such a good story! I want to know what happens next!" She bounced slightly on her toes. "I feel like I'm missing an episode."
Larissa adjusted her hair and gave her a cool look. "Calm down, Jane."
"I can't! It's better than a royal court drama! There's betrayal, lies, politics, sex scandals—actual sex—secrets, manipulations! It's addicting!"
Shea smirked. "Someone get her a cursed kettle."
"I need my tea," Jane moaned.
Suddenly— A rain of fire arrows.
"Ugh, not again!" Zoe snarled, her glowing tentacles unfurling from behind her like angry vines as a group of overexcited PvPers stormed them from the south dune.
"Idiots," Bella muttered, ears flicking as she twirled her tails lazily.
Zoe sighed as she raised her arms. "Do you think they'll find out?"
"Who?" Allen asked, casually backhanding a berserker who lunged at him. The man ragdolled mid-air.
"The public," Zoe said, voice clipped as she summoned a whirlpool directly beneath an archer's feet. "About the video. The fake version. The edits."
Allen thought for a moment, catching a blade mid-swing and shattering it with a flick of his sword.
"Maybe," he said. "But there'll be pros and cons."
Jane summoned a row of skeletal spearmen in a circle, her eyes glowing red.
Allen kept going, voice calm. "Darren and Liam have Mr. Bell backing them. So even if this turns into a PR war, they'll have resources. Damage control. Paid influencers. Lawyers. Bots."
Vivian snorted. "PR necromancers."
"She's got less money," Allen added. "But she's got the better story. A woman scorned. Betrayed. Manipulated. She knows how to cry on cue and make the world clap for it."
"She's a manipulator," Zoe growled.
"She is," Allen agreed. "But a clever one. Might have her own way out. Either way? Not my problem."
A pause. He swung his sword once more. Clean decapitation. Another player down.
"I'm a spectator this time," he said coolly. "Let them burn."
Vivian let out a pleased sigh. "Mmm. Watching chaos without being blamed. I could get used to this."
Jane's eyes sparkled. "Still! I want to know what's next! What's the next move? Will she go public with an apology video? Will they do a livestream and cry? I NEED TO KNOW."
Larissa rubbed her temple. "You are more dramatic than I am and I drink blood for foreplay."
Suddenly, a blade grazed the air near Jane's shoulder.
And that was not the move.
Her entire aura snapped dark.
"STOP. BUGGING. ME!" Jane shrieked, her voice cracking like a whip across the battlefield as a wave of dark energy erupted around her.
Her eyes glowed with seething violet fire, and the ground beneath her cracked, seeping necrotic mist like poisoned breath.
With a furious swirl, she slammed it down, summoning a towering undead centaur wreathed in black flame. Its eyes gleamed like dying stars as it galloped forward, trampling stunned players beneath spectral hooves. Bones snapped. Screams echoed. The air stank of ash and terror. Charred bodies littered the sand as the centaur spun and impaled a fleeing rogue on a jagged spear of bone.
Jane exhaled, dramatically flipping her hair, completely unbothered by the carnage.
Alice, perched lazily on a sun-warmed rock nearby, took a long sip from a glowing flask and raised a brow. "You do realize they can't understand a single word you're saying, right?"
Jane didn't even blink. "I know."
Allen's voice was dry. "System converts everything into demonic gibberish in this zone."
"I know," Jane huffed, tossing her hair. "Still satisfying."
Allen's eyes scanned the horizon. "This area's gotten crowded."
"You noticed too?" Zoe said, stabbing a rogue with a tentacle-tipped spear. "The respawns are getting ridiculous."
"Blame the loot," Shea chimed in, floating lazily above the dunes, wings extended for balance. "This place is hot because of the rumors."
Bella added, "Something about monsters here dropping Epic Stones. Enhancement boost. Guaranteed crit modifiers."
"Bullshit," Larissa said flatly. "I've killed six monsters. Nothing but disappointment and bad loot."
"And," Shea said, "let's not forget. The devs announced the Duel Tournament next month. Preliminary rounds are open. So every wannabe champion is crawling out of their spawn zone to train."
"Or die trying," Alice said.
Vivian stretched with a yawn. "And we're just here doing our daily murder like good little villains."
"Correction," Allen said. "We're doing it efficiently."
Another wave of players crested the ridge. This time, a guild. Organized. Nameplates gleaming with full buffs and titles.
"Guess the spectators want to fight the final boss early," Jane muttered.
Allen's eyes narrowed. His sword hummed.
"Girls."
All of them perked up.
"Make it quick," he said.
"Oh, I love it when he gets bossy," Vivian grinned.
And then the fight resumed.
Fire. Frost. Screams. Wings. Tentacles. Bone.
Allen didn't move for the first five seconds. He simply watched.
His sword remained still at his side, but his mind was already drifting—floating above the desert, above the chaos.
Back to them.
To the video. The edit. The play.
He was surprised—genuinely surprised—that Darren and Liam had pulled that maneuver. That little bait-and-counter with the fake AI version? The narrative twist?
Yeah.
The old them wouldn't have thought of that.
'Guess they're getting smarter,' Allen mused, eyes narrowing slightly.