Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1433

Chapter 1433: Make It Stop
Villain Ch 1433. Make It Stop

They shuddered. They felt it. The realization of what they had just fought. They had walked into this fight cocky, believing they could take down the Devil Emperor with sheer numbers. They had defended villages, dominated events.

They had thought they mattered.

But now?

Now, they understood.

The gap between high-tier and mid-tier wasn’t just levels. It wasn’t just gear or skill.

It was something else entirely.

Allen stretched his neck, rolling his shoulders. His body language was relaxed, as if he hadn’t just wiped out an entire army.

“You all thought you were the hunters,” he murmured, glancing at the flickering remains of their avatars.

A slow, sharp-toothed grin spread across his face. “But you were just the prey.”

The dead watched, unable to look away. For the first time, many of them felt true fear in a game.

A system notification flashed in front of them.

[ Respawn Timer: 00:01 ]

The dead were gone.

Allen turned back toward his party. “Alright,” he said casually. “Let’s go find that locked room.”

The deeper they went, the worse it felt.

Not in the way a dungeon felt before a boss fight—this was something else.

Something was wrong.

Zoe shivered, rolling her shoulders as her tentacles twitched in agitation. “Okay, this place is giving me the creeps again.”

Jane glanced at her. “Again?” she asked, smirking. “Did the massacre we just pulled off not do it for you?”

Zoe flicked a damp, inky-black tentacle at her. “Shut up.”

Allen barely paid attention to them, his crimson eyes scanning the walls as they walked. The tension in the air was suffocating now.

And then— A whisper came.

Soft. Distant. Glitching in and out.

“Process… must… process…”

Vivian’s whip tightened in her hand. “Ugh. Them again.”

From the far end of the corridor, figures began to materialize.

More of the Forsaken Scientists.

They glided forward in jerky, unnatural movements, their bodies flickering in and out of existence. Their lab coats dragged along the floor, stained with old blood and dark fluid. Their soulless, empty eyes locked onto Allen and the others.

“Subjects detected…” one murmured, its voice layered, as if speaking from multiple voices at once.

“Recover… failed data…” another added, its fingers twitching violently.

Allen clicked his tongue. “Again with this?”

Larissa tilted her head, her crimson eyes glowing faintly. “It’s not surprising. We’re still in their damn house.”

Shea let out a slow breath. “We still haven’t found the locked room,” she muttered. “But they keep coming. I don’t like this.”

Allen smirked. “You’re just mad they’re slowing us down.”

Before Shea could retort, the Forsaken Scientists attacked.

One of them twisted its arms unnaturally, hurling a glass syringe toward Allen. He barely tilted his head, the needle missing him by an inch before shattering against the wall, the black liquid inside hissing as it melted the metal.

Allen’s smirk widened. “You guys never learn.”

Before the creatures could react, Demonic Orbs ignited in his palm. He flicked his wrist, sending the black spheres racing forward—exploding against the scientists’ bodies in bursts of twisting, black fire.

Their bodies glitched, convulsing, breaking apart as the dark energy consumed them.

But then— A new sound echoed through the halls.

Not from the scientists. A different kind of whisper.

One filled with pain.

With fear.

Allen’s smirk vanished.

The others felt it too.

The ghosts had always muttered about the experiments before—about data, procedures, subjects escaping. But now— Now they were sobbing.

“…It hurts…”

“…Let me go…”

“…I didn’t ask for this…”

The voices wavered, as if some were still trying to speak but were being choked by something unseen.

Then, another—closer this time.

“I didn’t… I didn’t come here for this…”

A loud, ragged breath, like someone trying—and failing—to suppress a sob.

“…Please… make it stop…”

Bella froze, her usual smug expression gone. “The hell?”

Jane narrowed her eyes. “That’s new.”

Larissa’s fingers twitched. “They’re not talking about the experiments anymore.”

Vivian let out a slow exhale. “You’re right. This isn’t… data collection or procedures. This is different.”

Allen’s gaze darkened. Something was wrong.

A low rumble shuddered through the facility.

Then—they appeared.

The Mutated Monsters.

Three of them.

Twisted figures, half-human, half-something-else, their bodies stretched and warped, flesh stitched together, pulsing with corrupted energy. Their faces were distorted, trapped in expressions of horror and pain, as if they were screaming eternally but their bodies could no longer produce sound.

Except—They were making sounds.

“…Why did you let this happen…?”

“…I just wanted to go home…”

“…Make it stop… please, make it stop…”

The creatures weren’t fighting yet.

They were pleading.

Zoe clenched her jaw. “…Guys. What the hell is this?”

Jane didn’t respond.

Neither did Shea.

Because this time—this time none of them knew.

The monsters in front of them weren’t just some failed experiments. They weren’t just mindless creatures turned into weapons. They were something worse—something that remembered.

Something that pleaded.

Allen’s grip on his sword tightened. The air around them was dense, pressing down like something unseen was watching. The flickering emergency lights cast eerie shadows on the warped flesh of the mutants, highlighting their distorted forms, their hollow, pain-filled expressions.

Then—they attacked.

The first one, a hulking beast of exposed muscle and metal plating, let out a ragged scream as it lunged forward. Its deformed arms ended in jagged claws, dripping with a dark fluid that hissed as it hit the ground.

Allen moved first.

His Demonic Lance pierced through its chest, sending a wave of abyssal energy cracking through its flesh, but instead of screaming in pain—

The creature sobbed.

“I-I didn’t… want this…”

Allen’s brows furrowed as he twisted the blade, sending black flames tearing through its body, but the thing just shuddered, its movements wild, erratic—like something trapped in a nightmare.

Another mutant lunged at Jane.

She barely dodged, her hands snapping up—Undead Grasp surged forward, skeletal hands bursting from the ground, clutching at the creature’s deformed legs.

It didn’t struggle.

It just… stared.