Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1355

Chapter 1355: I’m Living in a Horror Story Written by My Own Sister!

Chapter 1355: I’m Living in a Horror Story Written by My Own Sister!

Villain Ch 1355.

I’m Living in a Horror Story Written by My Own Sister!

Jane stepped up to him, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Yup,” she said with a grin.

“I think you just broke him, Zoe.” “Good,” Zoe replied, smirking.

“Now we can do anything to him.” Allen finally snapped out of it, shaking his head as if trying to physically dislodge the thought.

“No,” he said firmly, pointing a finger at Zoe.

“There is no way this is Emma’s fault.

She doesn’t have… that kind of imagination.

I mean she is kinda… weird and clingy.

But not… Not this.” “Oh, really?” Zoe said, raising an eyebrow.

“Because last time I checked, she’s the one who created that one dungeon with those weird mermaids.

And wasn’t she also the brain behind the huge pillar monster fish with severe NPD?” Allen winced.

“Okay, those were… unique.” “Exactly.” Zoe crossed her arms, looking triumphant.

“She’s got a thing for weird and unsettling.

Honestly, the Passion Rotters feel like a natural progression.” Allen groaned, throwing his head back.

“Still no.

Those mermen and mermaids at least weren’t horny like this.

So that’s impossible, right?” Zoe raised an eyebrow, her expression practically daring him to dig himself into a deeper hole.

“Are you sure about that?

Because I distinctly remember those mermen making weird flirty comments while trying to smack us with frying pans.

Sounds pretty close to me.” “Not the same!” Allen shot back, his tone defensive.

“At least they weren’t…

like this.” Jane tilted her head, her grin widening.

“What exactly are you defending here, Allen?

Your pride?

Emma?

Or maybe the fact that you don’t want to admit Emma might be just as weird as you?” “I’m not defending anything!” Allen snapped, but the pink flush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“It’s just… ridiculous.

That’s all.” Alice, who had been silently observing, finally chimed in.

“But the mermen were mostly half-naked too,” she said, her voice calm and thoughtful.

“So… kinda the same as this, don’t you think?

Maybe Emma was just trying to tone it down last time.

You know, for variety.” Allen froze, her words hitting him like a brick.

His brain scrambled to come up with a rebuttal, but nothing coherent came out.

Instead, he just stood there, staring at Alice like she’d just revealed some dark, terrible truth.

“She’s got a point,” Zoe added, clearly enjoying Allen’s discomfort.

“Honestly, this feels like Emma was experimenting or something.” Allen’s thoughts spun in chaotic circles.

Not only did he have to grapple with the absurdity of the situation, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about Emma’s reaction when she’d stumbled across his stories online.

She hadn’t been horrified or disgusted.

No, she’d acted… normal.

Almost too normal.

Just a couple of teasing remarks and that was it.

“Oh my God,” Allen muttered, his voice barely audible.

His hands went to his face as he cringed, the realization hitting him like a tidal wave.

“This place… is also something she made.” The group fell silent.

Then, predictably, Jane was the first to break it.

“Yup,” she said with a satisfied nod.

“Definitely broke him this time.” Zoe burst out laughing, doubling over as she clutched her sides.

“This is amazing.

Allen, you’re practically living in a horror story written by your own sister.

How does that feel?” “Shut up,” Allen muttered, his voice muffled by his hands.

He looked up at the sky, as if pleading for some divine intervention.

“This can’t be happening.” “Oh, it’s happening,” Larissa said, smirking.

“And honestly?

It’s kind of poetic.

The writer gets written into someone else’s chaos for a change.” “Poetic?” Allen repeated, his voice rising in pitch.

“There is nothing poetic about this.

This is pure nightmare fuel.” “Nightmare fuel or not,” Shea cut in, her tone practical, “we still need to figure out how to get out of here.

Standing around while Allen has an existential crisis isn’t exactly productive.” Allen threw her a withering look but didn’t argue.

He knew she was right, even if he wanted to crawl into a hole and pretend this whole thing wasn’t happening.

“Fine,” he said, exhaling sharply.

“Let’s just keep moving.

And for the record, I still don’t believe Emma made this place.” “Sure, Allen,” Zoe said, smirking as she fell into step beside him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Allen rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.

“I’m starting to think none of you actually want me to sleep at night.” “Oh, we definitely don’t,” Jane said with a cheeky grin.

“Watching you squirm is way too entertaining.” “Glad to be of service,” Allen deadpanned.  They continued through the eerie ruins.

The oppressive air seemed to grow heavier with every step, and the faint whispers in the distance were starting to mess with his nerves.

Shea suddenly stopped, her sharp gaze flicking to the side.

“Hey, you guys hear that?” The group froze, their banter cut off as they strained to listen.

At first, it sounded like crying-a faint, sorrowful sound carried on the wind.

But then, as it grew louder, the tone shifted, morphing into something… else.

It wasn’t crying.

It was moaning.

A girl’s moan, soft and breathy, growing more distinct with every second.

The group stood in stunned silence, a collective cringe rippling through them.

Nobody wanted to be the first to say anything, but the awkward tension was almost suffocating.

Jane, of course, broke the silence with her usual brand of humor.

“Horny werewolves?

Lustful liches?

Ooh, maybe a seductive skeleton queen?” “How can a skeleton be seductive?” Alice asked, her tone deadpan as she folded her arms.

“They’re just bones.” “Exactly!” Jane said, grinning.

“Think about it.

The ultimate minimalist.

No flesh, no drama, just pure, unfiltered vibes.” “Please stop talking,” Allen groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m begging you.” Shea’s expression darkened as the moaning grew louder.

“This isn’t funny,” she said, her voice low.

“Something’s out there, and it’s getting closer.” The group fell silent again, their unease thick in the air as the moans grew clearer.

This time, there was something strange mixed in-a faint, stuttering sound like someone crying.

It was unnerving, a weird combination of sorrow and something else none of them wanted to name.

Allen frowned, his brows knitting together.

“Why does that girl sound like she’s crying?” His voice was low, but there was a note of urgency.

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