VILLAIN MMORPG: ALMIGHTY DEVIL EMPEROR AND HIS SEVEN DEMONIC WIVES

Villain Ch 1045. That’s A War, Not A Battle!

He turned to Gerry, who was also peeling off his wet clothes, his typical laid-back attitude still intact.

“You know, Gerry,” Allen began, his tone more sincere than usual, “I really have to thank you today.”

“For what?” said Gerry without glancing over at him.

“If it weren’t because of you,” Allen continued, “I might not have known how bad Sophia’s been twisting everything. I mean, I knew she was manipulative, but I didn’t realize she’d gone as far as trying to taint my name. The way she’s been twisting what happened between us… It’s worse than I thought.”

Gerry gave him a confident, almost smug smile as he tossed his shirt into his locker. “Don’t mention it,” he said casually, brushing it off as if it were nothing. “That’s what friends are for—” His voice cut off suddenly with a loud, startled yell. “AHHHH!” Gerry screamed in shock, stumbling backward slightly as he turned to fully face Allen.

Allen looked at him, confused. “What the hell, man? What’s wrong with you?”

Gerry’s eyes were wide, his face a mix of disbelief and horror. “What’s wrong with me? Dude, what the hell happened to you?” He pointed dramatically at Allen’s torso, where at least a dozen bandages covered his body like a patchwork quilt. There were plasters on his ribs, his chest, his arms—everywhere.

Allen blinked, glancing down at himself as if he’d forgotten about the state of his body. He had been hoping his long-sleeved workout top would cover most of the evidence, but now that it was off, there was no hiding the aftermath.

Gerry, still gaping, threw his hands up in disbelief. “I knew about the neck bandage, alright. I figured maybe you had a few more… but this? Dude, this looks like you were in a war, not a battle!”

Allen couldn’t help but laugh, though it was a bit sheepish. “Yeah… things got a little intense.”

“A little intense?” Gerry repeated, his voice high-pitched. “There are more bandages on you than skin! What the hell happened? Did they attack you or something?”

Gerry cringed as he took in the sight of all the bandages on Allen’s body. “Dude… I don’t even know how you can walk. I’m just glad you’re not crippled after what happened,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Allen rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth twitched up in a reluctant smile. “Hey, don’t exaggerate things. It wasn’t that bad,” he complained, though deep down he knew the extent of his soreness. The last couple of days had been, to put it mildly, physically demanding.

But Gerry wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily. He stared at Allen for a moment, his expression shifting from shock to something more mischievous. A smirk spread across his face, and Allen immediately felt a sense of dread creeping up. Whenever Gerry got that look, it usually meant he was about to push Allen into something ridiculous.

“You know,” Gerry began, his voice turning smug, “after seeing all this, I think you should raise your leg weight a bit.”

Allen cringed, narrowing his eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah,” Gerry continued, clearly enjoying himself now. He pointed at Allen with mock seriousness, like a coach assessing a star athlete. “I mean, if you can endure that”—he gestured broadly at Allen’s bandage-covered body—”you should be able to do anything. We’ll push leg day harder next week. No excuses.”

Allen stared at him, slack-jawed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

But Gerry, still smirking, just shrugged as if the matter was already settled. “Nope, not kidding at all. If you can survive whatever the hell went down with you and your seven girlfriends, then you can handle some extra weight on the squat rack. We’ll bump it up. No more slacking off.”

Without waiting for Allen’s approval—or protest—Gerry turned and headed toward the showers, leaving Allen standing there, bewildered. “I can’t believe this,” Allen muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “He’s actually using this to push me again.”

He sat down on the bench for a moment. He knew Gerry was only half-serious, but still, the idea of pushing his already aching body to the limit on leg day made Allen cringe. Allen groaned and grabbed his towel. The last thing he wanted to think about was more leg day torture.

The girls—his seven incredible, beautiful, and apparently relentless girlfriends—had been more than enough to test his stamina and endurance. Yeah, emphasized on that ‘relentless’.

Yet, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. “I should’ve known Gerry wouldn’t let this slide,” he muttered. “Hellish training, here I come,” he muttered as he went to the shower.

After finishing their showers and changing into fresh clothes, Allen and Gerry walked out of the gym. As promised, Allen treated Gerry to two cups of coffee from the café next door—where they often grabbed something after their gym sessions. Allen handed over the cups. It seemed Gerry would give one to his co-worker, who he was about to meet.

Allen also treated him to two packs of sandwiches so he could eat on the go.

“I’ll catch you later,” Gerry said with a grin, waving his two coffees in a playful salute before heading off to his car. Allen nodded.

With Larissa’s absence, Allen decided to head back home for lunch. The idea of a quiet meal at home seemed far more appealing than eating out. Besides, he had other things to focus on. The conference was looming closer, and there were still details to iron out, things that couldn’t wait any longer.

Today, he had an appointment to survey two different halls where the conference might be held. Allen wasn’t going alone—he would be accompanied by Kai and two bodyguards, both of whom were trusted staff members. He had to present himself as not just a son or heir but as someone capable of handling the Goldborne family business.

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