Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1107: The Devil Emperor’s Future Or Past?

Villain Ch 1107. The Devil Emperor's Future Or Past?

The others turned to look at the figure on the throne, squinting through the dim light. It was hard to tell at first—decay had long set in, and the once-grand armor had beco nothing more than a rusty, tattered husk. But the shape of it, the insignias barely visible beneath layers of gri, were unmistakable.

For those who had known Allen in the early days, before they were fully aware of who they truly were within the ga, it sent a chill through them.

Larissa frowned, her eyes narrowing. "What? That can't be right. How could it be the sa?"

The others, too, shared confused glances. mories from their early days in Hell's Gate stirred—back when they didn't know one another, when everything was new, and they were confused with their roles. But now, as they stared at the throne.

Vivian's eyes widened slightly. "It seems so…" She rembered that day clearly—it was in the Cursed Crypts. eting Allen had been an unexpected mont. The armor on the throne—it wasn't just familiar. It was identical to what Allen had worn back then, only more decayed, more ancient.

Jane nodded slowly, her usually playful deanor now somber. "Yes... it's the sa armor." She said it with a certainty that made everyone else stop. "I rember it clearly. When I first entered the ga, I noticed everything—the details, the environnt, even the clothes we wore. Your armor stood out, Allen.

It was pristine, powerful… but now, it's like a decayed version of it."

The girls exchanged uneasy glances. Why was the armor here, in this strange room? What was this place? And why was it connected to Allen? Did this have anything to do with the Devil Emperor's backstory? It could be.

But, the main question was… Why? Why was the robe on another corpse? Could it be… this was the Devil Emperor's future?

Allen, however, wasn't frozen by the sa fear or confusion. He stepped forward, slowly but deliberately, his gaze sweeping the room, his instincts on high alert. His steps were cautious, but his curiosity drove him closer to the throne. He wasn't hypnotized or bewitched, though it might have seed that way to the others. No, what Allen felt was a deep need to understand.

This place—it had a connection to him, to his story, to the ga. And that throne, with its decaying occupant, was the key.

Vivian took a step forward, concern flickering across her face. "Allen... What are you doing? You're not usually this reckless."

Jane raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Yeah, we usually talk about this kind of thing. You know, before soone goes charging in. This isn't like you."

But Allen didn't answer. His mind was focused, too wrapped up in the place. Still… he was on high alert. His gaze swept over the crumbling pillars, the corpses, the strange markings on the walls. No traps. No hidden enemies.

The only thing that stood out was the throne and the decayed figure slouched on it, as if it had been waiting for him.

Zoe spoke up in her usual calm, asured voice. "This is strange… Allen usually doesn't act like this."

Allen wasn't usually impulsive, but this situation felt different. There was sothing pulling him toward the throne, and whether it was instinct, or sothing deeper, none of them could deny that Allen had a connection to whatever was happening.

He moved closer to the throne, his boots crunching softly on the dusty stone floor. The figure in the chair seed larger the closer he got—its hollow eyes staring out from a face that was barely more than a skull. The corpses littered at its feet.

They decided to follow him.

"What do you think it ans?" Bella asked quietly, her eyes darting from the throne to the others. She had always been quick to joke, quick to downplay the danger, but even she couldn't hide the unease in her voice.

"Maybe it's not a trap," Alice said softly, though her voice was laced with doubt. "Maybe it's sothing else. So kind of marker, or... a display."

Vivian's lips pressed into a thin line, her usual playful spark replaced by seriousness. "Even if it's not a trap, this place gives a really bad feeling," she said quietly, her eyes darting around the room.

The others nodded in silent agreent. They swept their gazes across the chamber. What caught their attention next made them uneasy. Among the scattered corpses, lying haphazardly across the stone floor, were seven figures that stood out. Unlike the rest of the decaying bodies, these seven wore clothing that was, even in its tattered and rotten state, unmistakably more luxurious.

Allen, his brow furrowed in concentration, was the first to notice the pattern. His gaze darted between the corpses, taking in the details of their attire.

'Seven…' he thought.

There were exactly seven of them. His heart skipped a beat as a realization began to form in his mind.

Seven… the sa number as the girls. His subordinates, his companions. Could it be a coincidence? His instincts told him otherwise.

"There's sothing off about those bodies," Allen muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to the throne. His senses were on high alert, scanning for any sign of danger, but the tension was unlike anything they had encountered before. It wasn't the lurking presence of monsters or the physical threat of traps. It was sothing deeper, sothing more unsettling.

The girls followed Allen's gaze, each of them slowly realizing the sa connection. Seven figures. Seven corpses in tattered finery, as if they, too, had once held a position of power or importance. And the thought that crossed all their minds was inescapable.

Could these bodies be sohow related to them?

Shea shifted uncomfortably. "This is… weird. Really weird." Her voice, usually filled with bravado, was softer now, edged with nervousness. "It's too much of a coincidence."