Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1942 - Capítulo 1942: The Nightmare Twins [Part 1]

Capítulo 1942: The Nightmare Twins [Part 1]

Villain Ch 1942. The Nightmare Twins [Part 1]

[QUEST UPDATED: DEFEAT THE NIGHTMARE TWINS]

[OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE THE KITCHEN OF THE DAMNED]

Nightmare Twin (Girl)

Nightmare Twin (Boy)

The temperature dropped. Not figuratively. Literally.

The mont the update pinged across their HUDs, a crackling cold slid down the walls like invisible frost, sucking heat from the room. Condensation ford on copper pans. The cast iron stove hissed again.

Red_King stepped up beside Allen, sword angled down, shoulders tense. “Okay. That’s a joke, right? Level two-fifty-two? That’s a fucking raid boss level.”

“They’re children,” Alex whispered.

“Yeah, well, tell that to my bladder,” Mastercraft grunted, hefting his ornate hamr. “I think it’s trying to leave the party.”

The kids didn’t wait.

They leapt from the counter—barefoot, boneless, mouths open in gleeful screams that doubled as laughter. One sorsaulted through the air, crashing into a hanging rack of knives. The blades fell like rain. The other vanished mid-leap.

Allen didn’t move. Not a single blade touched him. Sohow—space bent around him.

Red blocked the falling knives with a grunt, steel scraping steel. Mastercraft tried to step aside, but a cleaver nicked his arm, opening a thin, shimring gash.

“Goddammit—Alex!”

“Barrier—!” Alex’s voice cracked with panic, but the spell landed just in ti, encasing the party in flickering gold light.

The laughter ca from above.

The girl was back on the ceiling—arms and legs splayed, head turned backward. She skittered across the tiles like a spider, giggling, leaving soot trails with every touch. Her brother reappeared by the stove, turning knobs.

Blue fire surged.

The pan erupted. Cooking oil sprayed out—like acid. It splattered Red’s shoulder, and his armor smoked.

“They’re using the fucking kitchen as a weapon!” he roared.

“I KNEW THIS WAS A TRAP!” Mastercraft yelled, swinging wildly at the girl—but she vanished into mist, reappearing beneath the floorboards with a ghostly giggle. The tiles where she had been now cracked open like paper.

Alex backed up, trying to cast another protection, but the boy popped up behind him and hugged him.

Like an actual, honest-to-god child’s hug.

Alex froze. “Uhhh—?”

Then the child opened his mouth. Teeth. So many teeth. Too wide.

Allen moved.

His daggers whistled through the air, precise slashes aid at the boy’s neck—not to kill. To make him let go.

The twin dissolved before impact, smoke curling, only to reform near the cupboard, dragging the mirror aside. Reflections flashed and warped.

“I don’t like this,” Red growled, breath fogging in front of him.

“They’re treating this like a ga,” Allen said softly. “And we’re the toys.”

He leapt forward again, this ti aiming to herd the girl out from under the sink. She shrieked and vanished through the wall.

And then ca the giggle again—closer now. Behind him.

He ducked without looking.

A at cleaver flew where his head had been.

The girl landed where Allen had just stood, blinking as if confused she missed.

Allen didn’t give her a second chance.

A feint. Then a real stab—straight at her ankle. Smoke. Dodge. Gone.

Behind him, the others weren’t doing as well.

Red swung like a berserker he was, but every ti his sword got close, the girl phased out or disappeared behind a rack of pots. One ti she climbed him like a jungle gym, bit his neck, and leapt off laughing.

Mastercraft tried to slam the boy with his hamr, but every ti he did, the floor shifted. Cabinets closed in. Chairs moved. The kitchen fought with the kids.

“IT’S THE DAMN MAP TOO!” he shouted. “THIS IS LIKE PVP IN A CHESSBOARD WHERE THE PIECES BITE!”

“Language!” Alex squeaked, struggling to cast a cleanse.

The boy turned to him again.

And smiled.

A long, knowing smile.

And this ti?

He spoke.

“Do you want to play with us?”

The voice was wrong. Stretched. Layered. Like a thousand kids whispering in chorus from the bottom of a well.

Alex scread. Not a warrior scream. A pure NOPE horror movie protagonist shriek.

“I DON’T! I REALLY DON’T!”

Allen heard it all but never looked away from the girl. She’d vanished behind the stove again.

Then the oven door creaked open.

She climbed out.

Backwards.

Her limbs twisted, head first, as if gravity reversed just for her.

Red_King almost dropped his sword. “That’s not even a real chanic.”

“Oh good,” Mastercraft muttered. “Exactly what I needed. A kitchen-induced breakdown.”

The girl twitched her head. Her eye locked on Allen.

Then she vanished. No sound. No smoke. Just gone.

Allen’s breath didn’t change. His gaze swept the room. Instinct. Pattern. Threat.

The room trembled.

Utensils clattered on their own. Doors flung open. Steam burst from every pot like the kitchen itself exhaled.

Allen whispered, “Incoming.”

The floorboards bulged—then burst.

The boy exploded upward like a cannonball, slamming into the ceiling, then rebounding toward Red with a butcher’s hook.

Red caught it with both hands, grunting.

The force sent him into a rack of pans.

The clang was deafening.

“Rgh—Alex!”

“On it!” Alex threw a buff.

[Holy Blessing applied]

[Barrier re-cast successful]

Allen blinked as a spark of gold passed over him.

Useful.

He pivoted just in ti to see the girl rise from the kitchen island. Like a flower blooming through stone. Her hand aid for Alex again.

No.

This ti—Allen blocked it.

Their eyes t.

And for a flicker of a second, her smile faded.

Allen didn’t smile back.

He twisted.

A dagger sliced through her arm—but her body lted like candlewax. The wound healed mid-air, seamless, like the blade never touched her.

“What the fck are these kids made of?” Mastercraft barked, swinging again with his hamr, smashing through the counter. “That would’ve flattened a tank!”

From the other side of the kitchen, Red_King shouted, dodging a flying ladle, “Mariella’s egg and the sperm of whatever freak fcked her!”

The ghost girl blinked at him, head tilting, eyes glinting with sothing too curious for comfort.

Mastercraft gaped. “Seriously?! You’re cracking jokes about her sex life right now?!”

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