Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1061. A Chance

Allen's frown deepened. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't offer her what she was asking for, at least not right now. He didn't know if he could trust her. She was the owner of MagicSword Interactive's daughter. It was Goldborne's rival company. Not to mention, he only knew a bit about Mila.

He was never interested in her anyway.

Yes, he had more than one girlfriend, but it didn't mean he was everyone's boyfriend. It also didn't mean he would say okay to every girl who approached him.

"I'm not the person you think I am," Allen said quietly, his voice almost apologetic. "Whatever you've built up in your mind about me… it's not real. I'm just a guy trying to survive, trying to navigate a world that doesn't always make sense." He paused, looking at her. "You're chasing an idea of me, Mila. Not the real me."

Mila's chest tightened at his words. She had known, deep down, that he would say something like this. She had always known he was complicated, that his life was filled with things she didn't yet understand. But hearing him say it still hurt.

"I don't care if you're complicated," Mila whispered, her voice breaking slightly. For a moment, she couldn't meet Allen's gaze. She had laid everything out there. "I just… want to know you. The real you."

Allen's expression softened, the guardedness in his eyes giving way to something more human. He wasn't used to people wanting to understand him beyond the surface. Most saw him as either the skilled gamer or the Urban Enigma's model, but no one ever asked who he was beneath all that.

"Why?" he asked quietly, still confused by her persistence. "Why do you want to know me?"

Mila bit her lip, trying to find the words. "Because… there's something about you. Something I can't shake." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sincerity. "You've got walls around you, I know that. But I've seen glimpses of who you really are. Not the Goldborne representative, not the pro gamer—just you.

And I… I want to know more."

Allen remained silent for a moment, processing what she was saying. No strangers had ever tried to push past his walls like this, especially not someone like Mila, who had always seemed so confident and sure of herself. He had assumed she was like everyone else—drawn to what he could offer, not who he was.

"What do you expect to find?" Allen asked softly, his tone no longer cold but still tinged with caution. He didn't want to give her false hope, didn't want to lead her into thinking there was more to him than there actually was.

"I don't know," Mila admitted, taking a deep breath. "But I want to find out. I want to see who you are when no one else is looking. When you're not putting up this front."

Allen's eyes narrowed slightly, not out of suspicion but out of curiosity. "And what if you don't like what you find?"

Mila shook her head. "Then at least I'll know," she said firmly. "At least I won't be chasing an illusion. But I don't think that'll happen. I think… I think there's more to you than you let people see, and I want the chance to see it."

Allen exhaled slowly. Her words were so simple, yet they struck a chord in him. He had always been cautious, always afraid of letting people get too close. But there was something in the way Mila spoke, in the raw honesty of her voice, that made him pause.

"You're persistent," Allen said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'll give you that."

Mila laughed softly, wiping away the tears that had threatened to spill. "I've been told that before."

They stood in silence for a moment. Allen found himself softening.

"What if I don't have anything to give you?" Allen asked after a pause, his voice quieter now. "What if I'm not the person you think I am? You're chasing this idea of me, but what if there's nothing behind it? What if I'm just an empty shell?"

Mila shook her head again, stepping closer to him. But this time, he didn't retreat. "You don't have to be anyone but yourself. I'm not looking for perfection. I'm looking for you."

"You make it sound easy," Allen said, his voice softening even more.

"It's not," Mila replied with a small, sad smile. "But nothing worth knowing ever is."

Allen looked at her for a long moment, searching her face for any sign of insincerity, any reason to doubt her. But there was none.

"So, what is it you really want?" Allen asked, his voice steady now. "What do you need from me?"

Mila swallowed hard. "A chance," she said simply. "I just need a chance to get to know you. Just you. That's all I'm asking for."

Allen's gaze softened. "I don't know if I can promise you that," he said, his voice gentle but uncertain. "I don't know if I'm even capable of letting my guard down like that."

Mila nodded. "I'm not asking for you to change overnight," she said quietly. "I just want the chance to know the real you. Even if it's just a little at a time."

Allen let out a long breath. He wasn't used to this—this kind of honesty. But maybe, just maybe, it was worth taking the risk.

"All right," he said after a long pause, his voice soft but clear. "I'll give you a chance. But don't expect me to open up all at once."

Mila's face lit up with relief. A small grateful smile tugged at her lips. "I don't," she promised. "I just want to start somewhere."

"Let's talk again in the game," Allen said, his tone soft but firm. "We'll start from there."

Mila nodded. Maybe that was the best place to start, where there were no walls of formality, no heavy expectations—just them.