Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1439

Chapter 1439: The Final Door
Villain Ch 1439. The Final Door

Silence hung in the air.

They had all seen the same thing. The illusion—the memory—of the head researcher being dragged away, restrained, turned into the very thing she had fought against.

Jane huffed. “I bet she’ll be a crazy, high-level boss monster.”

She gestured vaguely. “I mean, come on. She has everything a final boss needs. A tragic backstory? Check. A deep-seated grudge? Check. They stole her work and made her the last experiment?” Jane scoffed. “At this point, what could be worse?”

Larissa shook her head, her expression dark. “People in power are rotten. They always have been.”

Allen exhaled, his fingers twitching as he adjusted his grip on his sword. His crimson gaze flicked down the corridor, his smirk returning. “Well,” he murmured, “we’re about to find out. Let’s follow them.”

They moved deeper into the facility’s core, following the path where the illusion had shown the researcher being taken. The air grew thicker, the pressure almost suffocating.

And then they saw it.

The locked room.

But this wasn’t like the others.

It was massive.

The door was twice their height, thick metal reinforced with layered security mechanisms, glowing runes, and ancient arcane seals pulsing faintly beneath the surface. This wasn’t some abandoned lab.

This was a containment vault.

Bella narrowed her eyes. “So, uh… this one looks a little different.”

Vivian let out a low whistle. “Yeah. And by ‘different,’ you mean ‘the kind of place where something really, really bad was locked up.'”

Shea exhaled. “Guess that confirms it. She was important enough to need… whatever the hell this is.”

Allen stepped forward, running his fingers along the metal surface. The runes flickered in response to his touch, the ancient wards pulsing, as if recognizing something familiar in him.

He grinned. “I bet this is the locked room we were looking for.”

He reached into his inventory. With a flick of his wrist, the Ancient Security Key materialized in his palm—a dull metallic shard, its surface etched with runes and tech circuits fused together in a seamless blend of magic and science.

Allen turned to the others. “Prepare yourselves. This place might be worse than we thought.”

They nodded, hands tightening on weapons, spells flickering at their fingertips.

Allen pushed the key into the lock.

[Key Item Used: Security Key]

[High-Security Vault Unlocking…]

[Warning: Containment Seal Released]

A deep grinding sound filled the air. The seals flared violently, their magic resisting for a brief moment before shattering like broken glass. The runes dimmed, their energy absorbed into the key.

The key disintegrated in his hand. The vault doors trembled, an unseen force groaning against them, like something inside had been waiting for this moment. They slid open.

Darkness spilled out first. A wave of cold air, thick with the scent of metal, ozone, and something deeper… something wrong.

The room beyond was huge—larger than any other space in the facility. The air hummed with residual magic, crackling faintly like static in a dead signal.

And at the center of it all— The ruined gate.

The gate was colossal, towering over the room like a monument to failure. Its frame was a mix of arcane formations and advanced technology, metal twisted around floating runes, forming something that should not exist.

And yet, it did.

Barely.

Because it was broken.

Cracks spread through its surface like veins, glowing with unstable energy, remnants of an experiment that had tried to breach something beyond reality itself.

Cables and machinery lay scattered, some still flickering with the last remnants of power, others long burned out and shattered. The walls were lined with monitors, their screens glitching, looping error messages from decades ago.

Zoe stepped forward, looking around. “…Okay. Yeah. This is worse.”

Alice ran a hand over one of the fallen machines. “This place… it’s more advanced than everything else in the facility.”

Jane stared up at the remains of the Abyss Gate, her fingers tightening. “No wonder they wanted her.”

Larissa crossed her arms. “They weren’t just trying to open a door. They were trying to build a bridge.”

Allen let out a low chuckle, his gaze locked on the ruined gate. “And it looks like they failed.”

Bella shivered. “Yeah, but failed how? Because I feel like something still came through.”

Shea exhaled, wings twitching. “Or maybe something never left.”

The air shifted.

The ground hummed beneath them.

And then— A whisper.

Faint. Almost a breath of static carried through the room.

“…They opened it too far…”

The sound wasn’t coming from a speaker.

It was coming from the ruins themselves.

Vivian stiffened. “You guys heard that, right?”

Allen grinned wider, tilting his head slightly. “Oh yeah.”

The voice returned.

More than one. Layered. Warped. Echoing.

“…— told them… it wouldn’t work…”

“…They didn’t listen…”

“…The price was paid… the gate is hungry…”

The Abyss Gate flickered, runes briefly igniting before dimming again, as if trying to reactivate.

Allen exhaled. “Well.” He cracked his knuckles, his smirk never fading. “I think we just found where it all went to hell.”

And then— The room shook. The monitors flickered wildly, arcane symbols scattering across the screens, forming distorted messages. The broken machinery whined, sparks cascading down from flickering wires.

And the whispers turned into screams.

The Abyss Gate pulsed.

Then— Something moved.

Not in the room.

Inside the gate.

Something was still there.

Waiting.

Watching.

And now, it knew they were here.

The air crackled, thick with residual energy. The broken cables hissed, sparks snapping from ruined machinery. The Abyss Gate loomed before them, its runes flickering like a dying heartbeat, casting warped shadows across the cold, metallic floor.

A screeching sound cut through the silence. A chair—knocked over and forgotten in the center of the room—moved.

Slowly.

Unnaturally.

It dragged backward across the floor, scraping against the metal in a way that made their teeth itch, until it was back in place, standing upright as if waiting for someone to sit in it.

The lights flickered violently.