Villain Ch 1632. Do You Ever Run Out of Stamina?
Elio let out a low whistle. "So that explains why you're here in the city like a crypt goblin trying to dump loot. What'd you get?"
"A few rare mats," Allen said, scrolling casually through his inventory screen. "And a couple bugs I need to report."
Elio chuckled. "Sounds cozy."
They let the conversation settle, letting the hum of the city surround them. The auction district had that late-night stillness—soft glowing signs, wind that tugged at hanging paper lanterns, and AFK vendors frozen mid-pose like eerie mannequins.
It almost felt real.
Too real sometimes.
Elio glanced sideways. "So… that frustration earlier. Just the whole Goldborne label? Or something else?"
Allen didn't answer immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the auction stall screen, but his jaw tightened.
