Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1080: The Devil Emperor’s M.O?

Villain Ch 1080. The Devil Emperor's M.O?

Allen approached the corpse, his attention drawn to sothing clasped in its skeletal arms. The decayed body was holding a book, its old, leather cover cracked and worn with age. Carefully, Allen pried the book from the corpse's grip, noting that it seed to have been held tightly even in death.

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There was sothing else—a small flask hanging from the corpse's neck, and around it, a delicate silver necklace that glowed faintly. The necklace had a faint aura of purity about it, and the flask was filled with holy water.

Allen's brow furrowed as he inspected the items. "This one wasn't cursed," he said aloud, drawing the others' attention. "The holy water and this necklace must have protected the body from turning into an undead like the rest."

Jane peeked over Allen's shoulder. "Interesting... so this person might have been a high-level priest or soone with strong holy power."

Allen nodded, flipping open the book. The pages were brittle, yellowed with age, but the ink was still visible, albeit faded. Faint letters began to rise from the book, hovering in the air, forming the words of a long-lost journal.

It was a personal account of the final days of the priest who had been trapped within the monastery during the failed ceremony.

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Day 1:

The ceremony was supposed to be perfect. We prepared for weeks, everything set to honor the Gods and beg for their favor. But sothing... went wrong. The song... that damned song...

it started before the ceremony even began. At first, it was beautiful—ethereal, even. But then the madness followed. The monks and priests, my brothers, started to change. Their eyes glazed over, their movents unnatural, like puppets on strings. I...

I don't know what's happening. I can still hear the singing, even now.

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Day 2:

I am alone. Everyone else has beco... sothing else. Monsters. Cursed. They roam the halls now, singing that sa twisted lody.

I hear their footsteps outside my door, but they do not co in. The holy water and this necklace—they protect . I know this. But I am trapped. The food is running low, and I am so thirsty. The singing never stops.

I can still hear it—constantly. I'm afraid to leave. Afraid to face what my brothers and sisters have beco.

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Day 3:

The laughter... oh Gods, the laughter. It haunts . I don't know who it belongs to, but there is soone—no, sothing—within these walls. A dark presence. His laugh chills to my core.

It is not the singer, it's sothing else, sothing darker. His power... it's unlike anything I've ever felt. He's here, watching us, mocking us. I regret everything. We should have never brought the singer here.

We thought she could summon divine favor, but all we did was open the door to darkness.

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Day 4:

I've lost track of ti. The hunger gnaws at my stomach, the thirst... it's unbearable. I've tried praying, and begging the Gods for forgiveness, but there's no answer. I can't think straight. The singing grows louder in my head, and I feel as if I'm losing my mind.

The screams, too... It's maddening. I can hear them—my brothers—begging for death, yet they cannot die. I'm terrified that I'll be next.

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Day 5:

I am growing weaker. I found so old bread in the corner, stale and barely edible, but it was sothing. The laughter has returned. He's close. I feel him now, watching . I fear he knows I'm still here, protected by the Gods.

But how much longer can I last? I can feel my faith wavering. The darkness in this place is suffocating.

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Day 6:

I've stopped trying to leave. What's the point? The monastery is lost. My brothers and sisters are lost. I am lost. The song never ends.

It's as if the walls themselves are singing. I tried covering my ears, but it didn't help. The singer... we should never have brought her here. I understand that now. She was never ant to be part of this world.

The Gods cannot help us anymore. We've gone too far, opened a door that cannot be closed.

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Day 7:

I'm so tired. I cannot move. I cannot eat. The water... the holy water... it has kept from turning into one of them, but I am still trapped.

My prayers have gone unanswered, and I fear the Gods have abandoned . I can feel death approaching, but even that would be a blessing now. The laughter... I can hear it again. He's waiting for . I ask for forgiveness, but I know it is too late.

Please, Gods... forgive us for what we've done.

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The final entry faded from the air, and the room fell silent once more. Allen closed the book gently, his expression unreadable as he processed the story.

The girls, standing around him, exchanged uneasy glances. Slowly, their gazes turned toward him again, as if the answer to the mystery lay with him.

He let out a long sigh, eting their eyes with a flat stare of his own. "Seriously?" he asked, his voice tinged with mild exasperation. "How long are you going to think it was ?"

Bella smirked and repeated a line from the journal with mock seriousness. "His laugh chills to my core. It is not the singer, it's sothing else, sothing darker."

Zoe, picking up on Bella's teasing, joined in, also repeating the journal's words. "His power… it's unlike anything I've ever felt." She raised an eyebrow at Allen, a sly grin on her face.

Shea crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful but playful. "Sounds an awful lot like you, doesn't it? The Devil Emperor and all." She gave him a knowing look, her teasing tone laced with a hint of genuine suspicion.

Larissa, smirking, pointed a finger at him. "The singer might not be you, but that dark laughter? It's most likely you, Allen. That sounds exactly like the Devil Emperor's M.O*."

*M.O = Modus Operandi.