Villain Ch 1960. Real World's Battlefield
For two straight weeks, Allen was busy.
Not as the Devil Emperor. Not as the feared warlord of Hell's Gate. But as the heir of the Goldborne gaming dynasty.
Like Jordan promised, the moment the last smear headline on Sophia lost traction, Allen was dragged into the real world's battlefield—corporate floors, glossy elevators, towering glass buildings with coffee that cost more than some people's rent. Jordan didn't just show him the ropes. He dropped him in the pit.
"Learn by drowning," Jordan had said with a shrug, handing Allen a tablet stacked with contracts, influencer analytics, and a live dashboard of every Goldborne subsidiary worldwide.
And yeah… Allen adapted.
He was a fast learner. He didn't read the guidebook. He dissected it. Watched boardroom dynamics like PvP fights. He sat in on five-hour meetings without flinching.
In that polished, fast-paced world of suits and sharks, Allen thrived in his own cold, methodical way.
