Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Capítulo 1937: Cold Soup

Villain Ch 1937. Cold Soup

Alex whimpered. “I’m still the priest in this metaphor, right?”

The undead shrieked in unison—high, jagged, awful sounds like knives screaming.

Then the charge.

Red_King sprinted in first, roaring like a man who’d never known restraint. His greatsword cleaved through the first wave, slicing one Guest clean in half. “WHOOOO!”

Mastercraft followed, slamming into two Nobles with a forge-smash that sent them clattering across the stone floor. “Watch your left!”

Allen didn’t charge. He never did.

He slipped into the fray like a phantom, blades dipped in holy water glinting faintly with blue fire. A dagger to the temple, a twist of the wrist—pop. Skull gone. Another lunge, two quick stabs under a ribcage, flick upward—snap.

The undead dropped like dolls losing strings.

He spun behind Red_King, ducked under a Noble’s jagged blade, stabbed upward into its chin—its skull exploded in a fine black mist.

The smell was rancid. Sour.

Burnt sugar and rot.

Alex kept them alive. Healing pulses like breaths of clean air in the suffocating stench.

Red_King grinned like a man high on chaos. “Let’s GOOOO!”

Allen didn’t grin. He was silent. Precise. Each strike a whisper. A flicker. He never let them touch him. Not once.

They kept coming.

Crawling across the walls. Rising from beneath the table. One burst from the chandelier above, limbs long and twitching. Allen flung a dagger—midair decapitation. It thudded onto the table, knocking over a goblet filled with black sludge.

“Watch the chandelier!” Alex cried.

“I just killed it,” Allen snapped.

“Oh. Thanks!”

Mastercraft shouted, “Behind you, Al!”

Allen ducked, spun, swept a Noble’s legs, stabbed down into its face like he was pinning a scroll to the floor.

And just like that—

It was over.

The last skeleton dropped to its knees, reached for the table, and collapsed.

[Battle Cleared]

[Quest Progress: 10%]

Some EXP and Loot notifications appeared.

They stood panting in the center of the ruined banquet hall.

The red light flickered out.

Silence returned.

No music. Just… the table.

The rotten table.

And then—

The whisper.

Low.

Wet.

From the walls. The ceiling. Their own heads.

“The guests… aren’t prepared yet…”

They all turned.

No one there.

“The food… isn’t cooked yet…”

“The damned… are still hungry…”

Mastercraft took a slow, visible step back. “Nope. Nope. Not a fan.”

Red_King pointed at the table. “Not cooked?!”

He marched up and kicked a bowl of blackened soup. It squished.

“They’re rotten! You left them out too long, ghost-lady! They’re beyond cold! You could bludgeon someone with that meatloaf!”

The quest UI updated.

[Last Supper of the Damned]

[Objective: Explore the Manor – Discover the Goal of the Feast]

A collective groan filled the room.

Alex spoke first. “So… that wasn’t the boss?”

Mastercraft rubbed his temples. “That ghost wasn’t even a mini boss?!”

Red_King exhaled slowly. “I don’t think so. That felt like… an appetizer.”

Allen stepped toward the head of the table, kneeling beside a now-smoldering skeleton. It still held a fork.

He poked the chest cavity. Something flickered inside—an echo of a memory. A red mist curled from its bones.

“It’s all part of the same ritual,” Allen murmured. “The feast isn’t just a meal… it’s a curse. A loop.”

“You think it resets?” Mastercraft asked.

Allen didn’t answer. He stood, scanning the walls. There were doors they hadn’t seen before. Faintly glowing.

All locked.

Until now.

Click.

The far door creaked open.

Darkness inside.

And the scent of burning… something.

Alex gagged. “I don’t want to know what that is.”

Red_King chuckled. “We’re gonna find out anyway.”

Allen stepped forward, blades still glowing faintly with the last of the holy water.

He didn’t speak.

He just moved.

Because now the rules were gone.

The Lady was just the start.

The dinner… wasn’t done.

And somewhere in this rotting maze of cursed wallpaper and grieving furniture…

Something was still cooking.

Something hungry.

They had just taken their seats at the table.

Now?

They had to finish the feast.

They kept moving. Room to room.

The manor didn’t end. It just… changed. Stretched. Twisted. Like it remembered being grand once but forgot how to be humble. Each corridor was longer than the last. Each hall wider. The walls whispered, not with ghosts—but with the sound of memory itself. Rotten memory.

Allen walked quietly, blades sheathed for now. His senses were stretched thin, but not from fear. It was irritation.

The others weren’t much better.

“This place is huge. Bigger than my actual house,” Mastercraft muttered, sweeping a torch into a dusty corner.

“That’s cause your house is a glorified bachelor pad with RGB lights and a soda fridge,” Red_King said flatly.

Mastercraft scowled. “It’s a four-story smart home with imported stone flooring.”

“A pay-to-win streamer cave with hot tubs and a sushi robot,” Red shot back.

“I like hot tubs,” Alex offered quietly.

Red_King, meanwhile, was walking ahead of everyone. Again. Not by choice.

He turned around, gripping his greatsword with a pout. “Guys. Why am I always in the front?”

Alex said it like a fact. “You’re the tank.”

Red_King groaned. “No, no—Allen is the most powerful. Make him go first.”

Allen shook his head. “I’m a DPS. Melee, sure. But I’m an agility build. I don’t do first.”

“Exactly!” Red whined. “So can we switch already? I feel like a damn shield!”

“You are a damn shield,” Mastercraft muttered, patting his shoulder. “Meat shield.”

“C’mon,” Allen added with a smirk, “do your job. Besides, your armor cost more than a starter home.”

“I wanna switch class!”

And that’s when the whisper came again.

Right in Allen’s ear. Cold. Ancient. Female. The kind of whisper that didn’t talk—it tasted your thoughts.

“You are not supposed to be here.”

Allen didn’t blink. He just exhaled and said, “No shit.”

The lights flickered—again. Hall torches burned with green-blue fire now, unnatural and slow. Shadows curved in directions they shouldn’t. A door appeared at the end of the corridor, where Allen was 80% sure no door had existed before.

It swung open on its own.

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