Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 581 That’s Not the Point!

Chapter 581 That's Not the Point!

?Villain Ch 581. That's Not the Point!

Gerry furrowed his brow, concern etching lines on his forehead as he observed Allen's dry smile and slightly flat expression. "What's eating at you, Allen? You look like you've been carrying the weight of the world."

Allen let out a quiet sigh, hesitating before responding. "Just got a lot on my plate, you know? Too much to do."

Gerry's frown deepened. "Need a hand? Seriously, man, I'm here for you."

Allen shook his head, his lips twitching into that familiar dry smile. "Nah, I got this. Thanks, though."

Gerry clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You're always like this, Allen. Refusing help until you're on the brink of collapse. You need to learn to lean on your friends, buddy."

Panic flashed in Allen's eyes for a moment, realizing Gerry was onto something. "No, I'm seriously fine. It's just a temporary chaos, you know? Things will settle down soon."

Gerry regarded Allen skeptically, an unspoken disbelief lingering in his eyes. "Alright, alright. Just remember, if you ever need help, I'm here. Don't let pride be your downfall."

Inside the Pilates class, instructed by Larissa, Sophia tried to focus on her Cat Cow Stretch, but her attention kept wandering to the scene outside. She found herself more intrigued by Allen and Gerry's workout routine than her own stretching pose.

Gerry and Allen continued their rep workout, chatting casually between sets. The camaraderie between them was evident, even from a distance. Sophia couldn't help but watch as they pushed each other to do one more rep, sharing laughs and seemingly enjoying the exercise.

A smirk appeared on Sophia's lips. 'Oh, he is indeed working out here,' she thought, her mind working on a plan. She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander to Allen. It seemed like a golden opportunity to approach him, especially considering her newfound determination to settle down.

The realization hit her after a bout of loneliness the previous day. Sophia acknowledged that having a stable connection with someone might be a good idea. Just one person, and in her mind, Allen seemed to be the perfect candidate. She didn't want to be with someone she didn't genuinely care about. But, if things didn't work out with Allen, she contemplated Elio as a backup plan. Darren and Liam were also in the running, not for genuine affection, but for the power she held over them with the video.

Sophia formulated different approaches in her mind. Should she initiate a conversation about the gym? Or perhaps subtly mention her interest in working out together sometime? She was determined to make an impression on Allen, and this gym encounter seemed like the ideal opportunity.

Larissa, standing at the front stage, took a moment to reprimand Sophia. "New member, please concentrate on your workout," she emphasized, her voice cutting through the ambient gym noise.

Sophia's momentary lapse in concentration was interrupted by Larissa's stern guidance. As her attention snapped back to the class, she realized that the poses had evolved, and she was momentarily lost. The shift in focus seemed to defy the limits of human anatomy, and Sophia's jaw dropped in disbelief.

The new position required all members to rest on one hand and foot while the other two were rocked back and forth. Sophia furrowed her brow, contemplating the biomechanics of the movement. The absurdity of the pose seemed to defy the natural limits of the human body, and she couldn't help but question the feasibility of such contortions.

In the midst of her shock, Sophia grappled with the awkwardness of the position. She glanced around, trying to gauge the reactions of her fellow participants. Some seemed to navigate the pose effortlessly, their bodies adapting to the unconventional demands. Others tried their best.

Larissa rose from her yoga mat. With an air of authority, she instructed the rest of the class. "Continue our routine, class."

Approaching Sophia with a smile, Larissa reassured her, "Don't worry. I noticed you might need some help with this one. Let me guide you through it."

Sophia, slightly wary due to her discovery of Larissa's association with Allen, hesitated for a moment. "But…"

However, Larissa's calming demeanor and the assurance that this was part of her role as an instructor quelled Sophia's concerns. "It's okay," Larissa insisted, "It's my job to make sure everyone is comfortable with the poses. No need to be concerned."

Reluctantly, Sophia agreed, "Alright, if you say so."

Larissa, with a sense of expertise, gently adjusted Sophia's limbs to align them with the intricate Pilates pose. Sophia's body, unaccustomed to such movements, resisted the changes, making the experience all the more challenging.

"Engage your core. It's crucial for this pose," Larissa advised, her voice a soothing guide amidst the physical struggle.

Sophia, feeling the strain in muscles she rarely used, tried her best to follow Larissa's instructions. The atmosphere in the pilates class was serene, the only sounds being the rhythmic breathing of participants and the soft cues from the instructor.

Larissa occasionally flashed a subtle smirk, noticing Sophia's evident discomfort. The challenge posed by the Pilates routine had indeed taken Sophia by surprise, rendering her body stiff and unresponsive. Larissa, seizing the opportunity, ensured that Sophia's focus remained solely on the class, leaving no room for wandering thoughts about Allen.

An hour had passed. Allen took a sip from his protein shake, the familiar taste of whey protein filling his mouth. The gym atmosphere buzzed around him as he sat on one of the benches, the clinking of weights and the rhythmic hum of treadmills providing a backdrop to his conversation with Gerry.

Setting the protein shaker down, Allen casually mentioned, "Oh, by the way, I'm moving tomorrow."

Gerry, mid-sip from his own protein shake, nearly spat it out in surprise. Coughing, he turned to Allen with wide eyes, "Moving tomorrow? And you didn't tell me? What kind of friend are you?"

Allen shrugged, unfazed by Gerry's reaction. "It's not a big deal. I've got everything sorted out."

Gerry slammed his protein shaker on the bench, a mixture of disbelief and annoyance etched on his face. "That's not the point, man! We're friends, and friends tell each other when they're making big moves like this."