Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1934: You Look Like a Disco Ball

Villain Ch 1934. You Look Like a Disco Ball

The mont they stepped past the threshold, the temperature dropped. Not just a visual filter effect, not a lighting trick—cold. It wrapped around their avatars like damp cloth. The kind of chill that made the fog outside feel like a sauna.

Inside, Eldergourne Manor looked exactly how a haunted mory should.

Peeling wallpaper stretched over towering walls like rotting skin. Velvet curtains hung in tatters, their blood-red fabric faded to rust-brown. Chandeliers dripped cobwebs like a cursed wedding veil, swaying with a wind no one could feel. The wooden floors creaked under their boots, each step echoing like a breath held too long.

It was silent.

Not just quiet—dead.

Not even ambient music. Just the faint, humming buzz of darkness waiting to be noticed.

Father^Alex shivered and let out a groan. "Ugh... I still don’t like this place."

Allen glanced back. "You guys been here before?"

"Yeah," Red_King said, stepping forward with his usual swagger and dragging his flaming greatsword behind him like a party favor. "A couple tis. They say there’s a quest here. Secret one. Rare spawn. Not everyone gets it."

Mastercraft nodded. "But we don’t care. We co to grind. Good XP. Decent loot. Also, the mobs moan in HD, and Alex hates it."

Allen smirked. "Fair."

Mastercraft turned slightly. "Also, I need materials."

Allen side-eyed him, then looked him up and down—the ornate forge-etched gold armor, the rare purple-tier shoulder mantle with glowing sigils, the literal gemstone belt buckle.

"I thought you bought all your equipnt."

"I do," Mastercraft said, completely unashad.

Allen tilted his head. "You look like a disco ball."

Alex choked a laugh.

"I look like a god," Mastercraft corrected.

Allen gestured to his own shadowy, matte-leather rogue look. "And I look like a peasant. Even Red_King looks like your bodyguard."

"I am his bodyguard," Red_King added. "He pays for my subscription."

Mastercraft grinned. "You’re all technically my subordinates."

Allen shook his head. "This is why people hate Forgemasters."

Red_King clapped. "C’mon. You know how this place works. Buffs, sweep, collect, move."

And yeah—like clockwork—undead began shuffling into the hallway from behind rotted doors.

Ragged Noble

Hollow Housemaid

Spectral Footman

Groans filled the air. Twitching hands. Headless nobles in tattered suits dragging silverware. A maid dragging a bloodstained broom.

Alex raised his hands.

"Agility. Holy Blessing."

They glowed gold.

Allen didn’t hesitate. He blurred forward.

Two slashes. Poison application. Roll. Dagger between the ribs of one noble. Execute.

Red_King smashed through three footn in a wide cleave, fire spreading across the wall.

Mastercraft followed up with his forge-brand AoE—anvil strike and concussive heat burst.

Alex backed up, healing field ready. His holy light cut through the dark like fireflies in a crypt.

Within monts?

All dead.

Ash and bones.

Loot and EXP notifications ca.

Red_King raised a hand. "HELL yeah. One Allen’s enough to replace three DPS."

Allen just dusted off his cloak. "I told you I was farming. You kidnapped ."

"We borrowed you."

They kept moving. Room to room.

The manor stretched like a bad dream—corridors that looped on themselves, doors that weren’t there a second ago, windows that showed gardens no one could reach.

And still, they pushed through.

The grand ballroom opened first—dust-choked and massive. The cracked marble floor was scattered with shattered wine glasses, rotted petals, and torn sheet music that floated mid-air, flickering in and out of existence like mories refusing to fade. At the center, half-destroyed instrunts played themselves in dissonant harmony. A cello with snapped strings. A piano with ghost-hands hamring broken keys.

And then they ca.

Phantom Musician

Dancing Marionette

Hollow Maestro

Dozens.

The music twisted into a sharp, staccato shriek.

Allen didn’t wait.

He darted forward, a black blur against the stage of madness. Cloak whipping. Daggers drawn. His boots made no sound on the marble.

He slid beneath a twirling Marionette’s sweeping heel, pivoted behind it, and jamd his blade into the joint behind its porcelain knee. Pop. It crumbled, screeching.

Poison activated.

The effect burst outward, catching three more.

Red_King whistled. "Damn."

Allen spun low, dodging a spectral violin bow that whistled like a blade. He kicked off the broken harp stand, launching himself over the Maestro’s lunge, landed on its shoulders—stabbed both daggers down through its ghostly eyes, then backflipped off as it burst into pale smoke.

Mastercraft didn’t move. Just watched. "I think I just fell in love."

Alex clapped shyly. "He’s really... graceful."

Allen snarled as he skewered the last Phantom Musician in mid-spin, his blade dragging up under its ribcage in a spiraling arc. The ghost choked on its own scream and vanished in a wisp of ash.

He turned—just in ti to see all three of them standing at the edge of the room, arms crossed like judges on a talent show.

Red_King, Mastercraft, and Alex all said it in perfect unison.

"Wow."

Allen wiped his daggers on a tattered tablecloth. "Why the hell am I the only one working here?"

Red_King raised both hands. "Hey, I wanted to see you fight. You never squad with us anymore."

Mastercraft leaned on his hamr. "You kinda stole the show, man. I’m not wasting mana just to third-wheel your performance."

Alex held up a thumbs-up. "You’re very efficient..."

Allen rolled his eyes, kicking a charred violin out of the way. "Next room, soone else goes first."

The next room opened with a soft chi. No fog. No whispering. No mobs.

Just stillness.

A prayer chamber.

Massive arched windows with cracked stained glass. Wooden pews lined the center, untouched by dust. Candles still flickered. Gold-frad tapestries of angels stood unburned, elegant.

And at the center—

An altar.

Clean.

Pristine.

A golden statue of a faceless angel with wings spread wide and hands held out, palms up, as if waiting to judge or forgive.

It was... strangely beautiful.

Red_King blinked. "Wow. This room’s not ssed up."

Allen stepped in cautiously. "Why is this one so... clean?"

"Clearly," Mastercraft said, "the mobs are religious."

Alex stared at the glowing candles. "This... feels like a trap."