Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1761: Ice Funeral

Villain Ch 1761. Ice Funeral

The world cracked white.

Stretching far and wide beyond the jagged ridges of the glacial peaks was a desolate field of snow, blue-hued and brutal under a sky that couldn’t decide if it was dusk or dawn. The sun—if it even was a sun—hung low behind thick clouds like a pale scar smeared across heaven’s edge. Snow didn’t fall, but the wind bit sharp enough to make it feel like it had.

They called this new region Skaldrveil.

The Devs probably thought it sounded cool and ancient.

Allen just thought it sounded like frostbite with branding.

The mountains around them were too tall, like they were leaning in to watch. Sheets of ice hung from cliffsides like silver drapery. Trees—those that remained—were blackened husks coated in rimed bark and powdered white. The ground crunched underfoot with every step, the ice thin and unpredictable in patches, threatening to collapse with each movement.

Even with the team’s collective level, buffs, and sheer chaotic power, the cold crawled through like a living thing.

They’d been walking for nearly an hour.

And Allen had stopped feeling his face fifteen minutes ago.

The air stung like needles. And the wind howled low and long across the valley—sometimes deeper, sometimes higher. Sometimes human-like. Sometimes not.

Far off, a beast’s growl broke through the monotony—followed by a deep echo of something bigger answering it.

Yeah. Definitely a bugged zone.

“This is supposed to be afternoon,” Allen muttered as he trudged forward, his boots leaving clean prints in untouched powder. “Yet here we are, trudging through what looks like a frozen boss level designed by a sadist.”

“Technically,” said Jane from behind, “it should be afternoon here. But the Devs broke the lighting scripts, so now we live in existential snow limbo.”

“Mm,” Allen said. “Comforting.”

He wasn’t cold. Not exactly. The game mechanics protected his avatar from that. But the atmosphere was written so well—he felt cold. Even if it wasn’t real, the code played tricks on the mind. Breath fogged the air. Frost clung to the corners of his cloak. Wind howled through the gaps in the ice like whispers.

Behind him, someone snapped.

“You know…” Vivian’s voice came up through a heavy huff. “I know the snow is fake. I know the ice is fake. But I’m literally just wearing a bikini in here, and my brain is screaming GET OUT. I’m a succubus for God’s sake!”

Allen glanced over his shoulder.

Yeah. She still in the infernal black demon bikini. Cheeks pink from the faux-cold, and arms hugging herself as if that would somehow insulate her infernal blood.

“You could’ve changed,” Allen said dryly. “Or wear a cape,” he added.

“I didn’t expect us to be walking into Frostbite-vania, okay? This is my best armor. Also, a cape will ruin my look,” she snapped. “Kafra said it was urgent. I thought it was a patch glitch. Not a goddamn ice funeral.”

“I like it,” Larissa said, her tone airy as her boots sank softly into the snow. “So quiet. So… ominous. I wonder if I could make blood shaved ice here.”

Alice perked up immediately. “Ooo, that’s a great idea. You could freeze your own blood and serve it in classy demonic goblets. Add some poison, maybe a soul shard or two.”

“I volunteer my enemies,” Jane added flatly. “Blend them into smoothie form.”

Zoe groaned. One of her tentacles, now partially crystalized at the tip, twitched pathetically. “What about me? I’m a water creature. I’m going to be seafood popsicle in five minutes.”

Jane turned to her. Her ears perked. “Can I eat you?”

“… No,” Zoe deadpanned.

Shea sighed dramatically, wings tucked tight, her feathers ruffling with each gust. “And the wind’s so sharp it’s trying to carve a new hairline into my scalp. Sirens aren’t made for snowy mountain air!”

Bella—bubbly, smug, and way too energized for someone surrounded by glacier death—had five floating fireballs swirling lazily above her like loyal, glowing satellites.

She grinned. “Oh c’mon guys, quit yapping. This isn’t that bad.”

She leaned into one fireball and let it hover an inch from her face. Her eyes fluttered. “Mmm… fireball snuggles.”

Jane, deadpan as ever, just stared. “That’s cheating.”

“Not cheating,” Bella said cheerfully. “It’s creative survival.”

“It’s exploitation of elemental physics,” Jane shot back.

“Still valid,” Bella grinned. “Tell that to my toasty thighs.”

Allen just kept walking, head slightly lowered as the wind slammed into him like fists. His coat flapped violently, nearly lifting like wings.

Gods. Why did they agree to this?

Oh right. Kafra.

Just an hour ago. Right as they were debating whether to raid the Fire Queen’s Lair for loot or go farm the Dark Orchid Grove for rare materials.

Kafra had materialized right in their circle, complete with oversized yellow duck hat and clipboard. Yeah, somehow now she liked that suit.

“Hi hi hi hi!” she chirped, voice glitching slightly as her teleport animation stuttered. “Sorry to interrupt the harem bonding moment, but we have a dev emergency!”

Allen raised a brow. “What now?”

“Listen to me,” Kafra nodded furiously. “This zone’s… weird. It’s new. We launched it three days ago but… the logs are wrong. The mobs are wrong. The code doesn’t stick. There’s… something in it. Something not registered.”

She handed Allen a scroll.

Blank.

“See?” she chirped. “Bugged. Completely. Can’t even write missions in it.”

“Still not our—”

“I brought limited-time loot drops,” she added sweetly. “Holiday-themed. Unreleased.”

Allen looked at the scroll again, analyzing it. But then…

“We’ll go!” Bella said in excitement, waving her hand like an excited kid.

Now here they were. In misery.

Zoe’s tentacles were freezing, Shea’s wings were numbing, and Vivian looked like she was two seconds from setting the ice on fire with lust and spite.

Allen exhaled through his nose, fog spilling out.

“I’m going to kill Kafra. This is feel like a trap,” he said calmly.

“She’ll respawn,” Jane said.

“I’ll kill her again.”

“Still respawn.”