Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1103: Fire’s Supposed To Be Your Thing

Villain Ch 1103. Fire's Supposed To Be Your Thing

Bella pulled out a couple of potions from her inventory, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I'd rather not get singed to death before I can even cast my skills." She downed the first potion in one gulp, grimacing at the taste. "Ugh, these things always taste like bad cough syrup."

"Better than feeling the burn of that Inferno Burst again, though," Shea said in a half-joking tone as she uncorked her high elixir. She took a small sip and made a face, clearly disgusted by the bitter aftertaste. "Why do these things taste like soone ground up a bunch of burnt herbs?"

Bella chuckled from her spot on a nearby rock, already halfway through her own potion. "Yeah, I've wondered that too. You'd think with all the magic in the world, they'd at least make them taste like, I don't know, berries or sothing."

"Berries?" Alice shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. "We're in the middle of a cursed dungeon filled with nightmares, and you want potions that taste like berries?"

Bella grinned, unashad. "If we're going to suffer through hellish monsters, we might as well get so decent drinks out of it, right?"

Jane, sitting cross-legged on the ground, took a long, slow sip of her potion, her eyes wandering around the cavern.

After a few monts, she spoke, her voice thoughtful. "You know… I still think this place is related to one of us. I an, look around us. It's deadly, it's dark, it's cursed." She smiled slyly. "Perfect, isn't it?"

Allen raised an eyebrow, though there was a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, I'm the one who cursed this place again, huh?" He said it casually, but there was a weary tone to his voice, like he'd accepted this part of his character's lore. With a sigh, he uncorked his high elixir and tipped it back, gulping it down in one go. The taste didn't even seem to faze him anymore.

Vivian nudged him playfully with her elbow. "What's with that face, huh?" she teased, her voice light and full of amusent. "You should be proud of it! This place suits your lore perfectly—dark, dangerous, and cursed. It's like they built it for you."

Allen chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess," he admitted, though there was a glint of amusent in his eyes now. "But I'd prefer it if the place wasn't trying to set on fire every two minutes."

"You're the devil emperor, rember?" Jane chid in, still grinning. "Fire's supposed to be your thing. Shouldn't you be immune by now?"

Allen shrugged, looking off toward the now-open door leading to the next level. "Maybe one day," he said, his tone teasing. "But for now, I'll settle for not getting incinerated."

Vivian laughed and took a long swig of her mana potion before leaning back against the cold stone. "Honestly, though, it is kind of weird how this dungeon feels… familiar, you know? Like it was designed to match our abilities and everything. It's almost too convenient."

Jane's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she looked back at Allen. "I'm curious about the story behind this place, though. If it really is connected to you or your lore, what's the deal? So ancient curse? A forgotten betrayal? Demonic ancestors?"

Allen shrugged, though the thoughtful look in his eyes suggested he had his own ideas. "Who knows? Could be any of those things. Or maybe this is just the developers having fun with us. But if it were up to ... maybe it's the remnants of so old war between the demon realms.

So ancient battleground that still holds onto the power and suffering of its past."

Shea glanced at him with a smirk. "So, a cursed battlefield of demons? Sounds exactly like sothing that would be in your backstory. Did you unleash so ancient evil here, or is this your twisted version of 'ho sweet ho'?"

Allen chuckled, the sound low and tired. "If it is, I should really look into getting the place redecorated. Less fire, more furniture."

Bella snorted, clearly amused. "You could start with so candles that don't explode. Maybe a rug that doesn't try to lt your feet?"

"Or a door that doesn't creak like it's going to swallow us alive every ti it opens," Alice added dryly. "But seriously, cursed battleground or not, the developers really outdid themselves with the difficulty here. This level feels personal."

Jane nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitent. "Exactly! Like they know how much we love a good challenge, so they threw every cursed, dark, deadly thing they could think of at us. I bet the next level's going to be even worse."

"Worse than being burned alive while we fly around like chickens?" Shea raised an eyebrow. "I think I've had enough of 'worse.'"

Larissa, who had been quietly listening, glanced at the open door and then back to the group. "Whatever it is, it's going to be tough. Let's not get cocky."

Vivian stretched, cracking her neck. "Yeah, yeah, we know. But we just took down the Riftkeeper without letting it split. That's progress." She winked at Allen. "Maybe next ti we'll actually get through a floor without setting half of us on fire."

"Doubt it," Allen replied, though there was a spark of amusent in his voice. He was already ntally preparing for what ca next. "But yeah, we can hope."

Jane's eyes flickered toward the door again, her curiosity getting the better of her. "What do you think is on the next level? I an, if this floor was all fire and curses, what's next? Ice? Shadows? More fire?"

"I don't even want to guess," Bella muttered. "Whatever it is, it's probably going to be worse than the Riftkeeper. Sothing more… creative. And by creative, I an deadly."

Shea, finishing off her potion, gave a small groan. "Yeah, but can it not be sothing that sets the floor on fire? I swear, if I sll burnt feathers one more ti…"

Larissa smirked. "At least you can fly. Try being the one whose blood catches fire mid-battle."