Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1440

Chapter 1440: Remains of a Failed Experiment
Villain Ch 1440. Remains of a Failed Experiment

The illusion came. The room shifted. The ruined facility faded, replaced by its former self—untouched, gleaming, its cold sterility an insult to the horrors it concealed. The scent of sanitized metal and acrid chemicals filled the air, mingling with the faint traces of burnt magic.

And at the center— A woman sat bound to the chair.

Her black hair fell in disheveled strands over her shoulders, sweat dampening the locks against her pale skin. Arcane chains wrapped around her body, glowing a sickly blue, locking her wrists to the armrests, her ankles to the floor.

She struggled. Violently.

Her movements were jerky, desperate, the chair rattling under her efforts. Sparks of magic flared around her hands, but the chains absorbed everything, suppressing her power, turning it against her.

Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling in exhaustion. But despite it all— Her eyes burned. Fierce. Defiant. And filled with hatred.

“Let. Me. GO!” she snarled, her voice raw, filled with something that wasn’t fear, but pure, unfiltered rage.

She yanked at her restraints, the runes on the chains flaring brighter, burning into her wrists. The pain was visible, but she didn’t stop fighting.

Around her, figures in lab coats stood.

The scientists. They watched her, their faces unreadable, their hands tight at their sides.

One of them—a man with graying hair—winced, his fingers curling into a fist.

He didn’t want to do this. None of them did. But they had no choice.

From behind them, a voice—cold, authoritative, absolute—spoke.

“Begin the procedure.”

The scientists hesitated. The bound woman’s gaze snapped up, eyes locking onto the figure standing beyond the light.

Her fury turned visceral.

“You,” she hissed, her body tensing, rage boiling through her veins.

The unseen commander didn’t react.

Another scientist stepped forward. A woman, younger than the others, her hands trembling as she adjusted the control panel connected to the Abyss Gate.

She opened her mouth. Tried to speak.

Then closed it.

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

Because they all knew.

They all knew what was happening.

The facility’s higher-ups had made their choice. They weren’t just silencing the head researcher. They were using her. Twisting her magic against her. Breaking her.

She had built this project, pioneered the research, pushed past the limits of what was possible. She had been the brightest mind among them, an arcane genius.

And now, they were forcing her to become the very thing she had feared.

Because they believed she was strong enough to withstand it.

To absorb the Abyss Gate’s power.

To turn her into a weapon.

A living key to hell itself.

A force powerful enough to stand against the Devil Emperor.

“You’re All Fools!” The bound woman laughed.

A harsh, bitter sound, filled with so much rage and disbelief that it made the air feel heavier.

“You idiots. You absolute fools.” She gritted her teeth, her jaw clenching so tightly it looked painful. Her voice dropped, low and sharp. “You think you can control the abyss? You think you can break into his domain and steal his power?”

Her fingers twitched, her nails digging into her palms so hard that the skin split.

The pain didn’t stop her.

Nothing did.

“The abyss does not obey. It does not serve. It does not bend. It only consumes.”

She leaned forward as much as the restraints allowed, her voice turning venomous.

“And when it devours you—when your precious plan collapses under your own arrogance—”

She bared her teeth.

“I will laugh as it takes every last one of you with it.”

The lead scientist hesitated.

For a second.

A moment of weakness.

But the voice in the shadows gave a final command.

“Proceed.”

The Abyss Gate pulsed.

The chains tightened, arcane runes burning into her skin. The air vibrated, thick with unstable magic, sparks cascading down as machinery kicked into overdrive.

The gate opened.

A sound unlike anything they had ever heard before ripped through the room—a mix of a howl, a shriek, and something else entirely.

Something ancient.

Something hungry.

Darkness surged forward, tendrils of abyssal energy lashing out, striking against the containment field like a beast testing its cage.

The scientists stepped back, fear finally settling into their expressions.

And the woman— The head researcher, the one they had betrayed—Screamed. Not in pain. Not in fear.

But in pure, burning wrath.

The ritual had worked.

But not in the way they had hoped.

She did not become their obedient weapon. She did not become the living key to the Devil Emperor’s domain.

She became something else entirely. The magic that had once defined her, the arcane brilliance that had guided her every discovery, fractured, twisted, turned against itself.

The Abyss did not consume her. She devoured it.

The scientists barely had time to react before the chains shattered—not from failure, but from raw, unchecked power.

A black surge of energy exploded outward, corrupting the entire room in a heartbeat. The runes that had once restrained her burned away, warping into something vile, unholy, dripping with hatred and ruin.

She rose from the chair, her back arching, her body thrumming with magic so unstable it distorted the very air around her.

Her skin was marked with cursed runes, the very same ones they had branded onto her to control her—except now, they bled with her will.

Her eyes, once clear and filled with knowledge, now burned with a haunting glow, a deep violet that flickered between brilliance and madness.

She was no longer just a researcher. She was something entirely new.

A witch.

The first.

And she was furious.

“So.” Alice blinked slowly. “This is my backstory?” The woman now had stood and they all could see her face clearly.

Allen, who had been fully prepared for some kind of dramatic revelation, raised an eyebrow. “Huh. That’s… unexpected.”

Larissa scoffed, arms crossed. “People with authority are always rotten. Makes perfect sense.”

Bella rubbed her temples. “I mean, yeah, Alice, it tracks. You have ‘angry tragic magic revenge arc’ written all over you.”

Vivian smirked. “The real question is: Are you proud or horrified?”

Alice stared at them, then back at the abyssal gate. She exhaled. Then shrugged. “Both.”