Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1434

Chapter 1434: Project: Abyss Gate
Villain Ch 1434. Project: Abyss Gate

With wide, glassy eyes that weren’t human anymore.

“…They said they’d send me home…” it gurgled, its voice thick with anguish.

Jane hesitated.

And that hesitation almost cost her— The mutant ripped free, moving faster than it should. But before it could reach her— Zoe’s tentacles wrapped around its throat.

Her expression was tight, her lips pressed into a thin line. “This is so messed up.”

The third mutant shrieked—a thin, withered thing, its body stitched together in places where it shouldn’t be. It trembled, arms reaching for Bella.

“…Please… I don’t want to fight…”

Bella snarled, a Fireball forming in her palm. “Then stay dead.”

The flames engulfed it.

The battle was short, brutal, and left a bad taste in their mouths.

When the last mutant collapsed, the silence that followed was suffocating.

The team stood in the aftermath, unspeaking, the weight of what just happened settling on them.

Larissa kicked over the twisted remains of the last monster, her eyes dark. “That wasn’t normal.”

“No shit,” Shea muttered, wiping blackened blood off her blade.

Vivian let out a slow breath. “They talked,” she said, her usual playful tone absent. “Not just random monster nonsense—they actually… talked.”

“They remembered,” Jane added, voice low.

Zoe crossed her arms. “And that means something really bad.”

Allen didn’t respond immediately. His gaze flicked to the surroundings, his mind racing.

And then— A glow caught his attention.

A faint red light, flickering from one of the broken machines nearby.

He stepped forward, the others following as they spotted it too.

A single button, half-buried in the wreckage.

Bella tilted her head, frowning. “That’s… new.”

“Maybe it got activated when we wiped those things out,” Zoe suggested.

Jane narrowed her eyes. “Or it’s a trap.”

Shea crossed her arms, wings shifting. “I mean, considering this place? That’s a very high possibility.”

Vivian smirked. “Only one way to find out.”

Allen didn’t hesitate.

He pressed it.

For a moment—nothing.

Then— A low mechanical whir.

A holographic projection flickered to life, hovering just above the wreckage.

A man appeared.

A scientist, wearing a pristine white coat, standing in a version of the facility that wasn’t ruined, broken, or dripping in horror. The background showed functional machinery, well-lit hallways, and workers moving in the distance.

The scientist looked… tired.

He huffed, rubbing a hand down his face, looking as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. His eyes were sunken, and despite the pristine lab coat, he looked… defeated.

Then he spoke.

“Day 87.”

His voice was quiet, heavy.

“We got the order to take the injured soldiers… and make them into experiments.”

The entire room seemed to grow colder.

The scientist let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“They can’t be fighters anymore,” he murmured. “So… we have to make them into something else.”

His lips curled into a bitter, hollow smile, his fingers gripping the desk in front of him.

“We lied to their comrades, of course,” he admitted, his voice distant. “Told them we were taking care of them. That we were treating them or sending them home.”

The recording glitched, the scientist’s face flickering for a moment—before his tired, guilty eyes returned.

For a second, the image warped, as if the projection itself was struggling to keep playing. Then, with a low mechanical buzz, the recording continued.

“We never should’ve accepted the deal,” the scientist muttered, his voice carrying a deep weight. “But when a high-ranking sorcerer says jump, you don’t ask why. You just do it.”

Allen’s eyes narrowed, the words striking something familiar in the back of his mind.

The scientist exhaled sharply, leaning forward, elbows resting on a cluttered desk covered in notes and arcane symbols. “Brilliant beyond her years, they said. Respected among scholars and mages alike. A visionary. A pioneer in arcane research. Someone who believed in unlocking the limits of magic through science.”

His fingers tightened into a fist, his knuckles going white.

“She was one of the leading minds behind the project,” he admitted, his voice turning bitter. “A secret initiative designed to do the impossible.”

The projection glitched again, and suddenly, new data flashed in front of them.

[ Codename: E. ]

[ Project: Abyss Gate ]

[ Objective: Establish a pathway into the Devil Emperor’s domain. ]

Shea cursed under her breath. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

Zoe’s tentacles twitched, her expression dark. “They were trying to break into our base?”

The scientist continued, rubbing his temples. “They wanted to open a gateway. Directly into the Devil Emperor’s domain. A pathway for an army. A way to end him once and for all.”

Allen’s expression remained neutral, but his grip on his sword tightened slightly.

The scientist let out a weak, humorless chuckle. “I know this is crazy. I know that none of us should be messing with something this dangerous.” He shook his head. “But yeah… we have to do it anyway.”

His next words echoed through the ruined lab.

“It’s a necessary sacrifice.”

The recording was cut off.

The silence that followed was deafening.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Alice let out an irritated scoff, flipping her staff between her hands. “Uh… so this asshole sorcerer is the source of all this, huh?” Her violet eyes narrowed. “If I find her, I’m kicking her ass.”

Vivian smirked, folding her arms. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll all get a turn.”

Jane let out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders. “So… they were trying to invade us. And instead, they ended up creating a hellhole of their own.”

Bella flicked some ash off her sleeve. “Love that for them. Real poetic.”

Larissa crossed her arms, her crimson gaze locked on the now-dark projection screen. “This explains why the scientists started going insane,” she muttered. “They weren’t just experimenting on random subjects. They were breaking rules that shouldn’t have been broken.”

Shea ran a hand through her hair, wings shifting uneasily. “And I’m guessing it went horribly wrong.”