Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1488

Chapter 1488: Burned Down The Hope
Villain Ch 1488. Burned Down The Hope

The group stepped through, and as soon as their boots hit the cracked obsidian floors of the Cursed Crypts once again, silence fell.

No smug grins. No teasing jabs. No casual commentary about how they just burned down half a city’s morale.

Allen said nothing.

He walked a few steps forward, then stopped in the middle of the chamber. His fingers flexed slowly at his sides, claws curling slightly, glowing faintly from the leftover heat of the orb. He looked down at his hands—scarred, stained, pulsing with dark energy—and just stared, as if he didn’t quite recognize them anymore.

He’d fought before. Won battles. But that… that wasn’t just a win.

That was power.

Raw.

Undeniable.

Unfair.

It felt right.

Still, he hadn’t expected that much. Not from a single orb.

Zoe finally broke the silence, her voice low and thoughtful. “I didn’t expect it to be that different…”

Alice floated down from her broom, legs crossed mid-air. “At the Hall of Silence entrance, they looked like they could hold out. Maybe even push us back a little.”

Vivian exhaled, slowly spinning her whip in one hand. “But now?”

“They didn’t stand a chance,” Larissa said plainly.

Shea crossed her arms, wings twitching. “We just burned down their hope.”

Allen blinked. Slowly. Then, finally, his voice broke through the silence.

“Not enough.”

All eyes turned to him.

“You saw how Father^Alex healed. How Arcana still commanded. How Elio kept fighting.” His fingers curled tighter into fists. “They didn’t fall. They survived.”

Jane raised an eyebrow, her usual calm still in place. “You want more?”

Allen didn’t look up. “I want to crush the next fight before it begins.”

Then he opened his status menu.

The glowing interface unfolded before him, listing rows of newly updated stats, buffs, and passives. The numbers had jumped more than he thought. The orb hadn’t just pushed his level forward—it supercharged his base.

[Name: Azazel]

[Race: Demon]

[Class: Devil Emperor]

[Tier 3 – Hellblade Adept]

[Level: 245]

[HP: 739,200]

[DP: 24,100]

[STR: 255+20] [LUK: 255]

[WIS: 175]  [VIT: 485]

[INT: 340+30] [AGI: 260]

Passive Bonuses / Traits:

Soul Siphon skill effectiveness +10%

Dark element resistance +7%

Stun resistance +9%

Defence +30

Critical hit rate +8%

HP regeneration +16 per second

Attack speed +11%

Magic resistance +9%

Evasion rate +9%

His gaze swept over it once. Then again. And a third time. Just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

It was real.

This wasn’t just evolution. It was ascension.

He finally turned around, expression unreadable. “We need to move fast. I’m taking my Tier 4 test today.”

Shea blinked. “Right now?”

“The sooner, the better,” Allen said. “We can’t waste this momentum.”

Jane nodded slowly. “You’ve already surpassed most players. If the next tier gives even more passives—”

“Then it won’t even be a contest,” Bella finished with a grin.

Larissa tilted her head, amused. “Good luck then, Your Majesty. We’ll be taking ours soon too.”

Allen nodded. “Good. I want all of us at Tier 4 before the next event hits.”

Zoe leaned against a pillar, arms behind her head. “Think they’ll try something before the city hits one hundred percent?”

“They’ll have to,” Allen muttered. “If I were them, I’d strike first—before we’re ready.”

“But we’re never not ready,” Vivian said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

He chuckled faintly. “Still… can’t hurt to make sure.”

Alice tilted her head with a sly grin. “What do you think the test will be this time? Another dungeon run? PvP gauntlet? World boss solo?”

“Don’t care,” Allen said. “I’m passing it. Whatever it is.”

Shea let out a soft whistle. “Confident. I like it.”

He walked toward the back chamber of the crypts—where the class progression altar awaited. It had remained sealed for players, but not for the Devil Emperor.

A new challenge would await. And with his current power?

He would burn through it.

Behind him, the girls started prepping their own gear, double-checking inventories and cooldowns. It was rare for all of them to be serious at the same time. But now? Now they felt it too.

Allen didn’t speak. He made his way down the ancient corridor at the edge of the Cursed Crypts, his boots echoing on cracked stone. The corridor wasn’t accessible even to him every day—it only opened when certain hidden conditions were met. One of them, apparently, was being the literal embodiment of chaos with a Tier 3 kill count in the thousands and an orb of abyssal power devoured like candy.

He stopped before a wall that looked like any other. Then it shimmered.

Lines of red light cut through the stone like veins, pulsing faintly. A rune circle flared beneath his feet, and slowly, the wall parted.

Beyond it was a single, cloaked figure—an NPC.

The NPC had no nameplate. No quest marker. Just a presence. Like he’d been waiting for Allen all along.

“You seek the path forward,” the figure said, voice smooth, calm, and deeper than it should’ve been.

Allen folded his arms. “Tier 4. Let’s get on with it.”

The figure nodded slowly. “Power carries weight. The next threshold is not gifted—it must be seized. Your strength, your tactics, your instincts—all will be tested.”

“Good,” Allen replied. “I’m done coasting.”

“Then prepare yourself, Devil Emperor. You will be transported to the Trial of Domination. You will face five elite foes and one core guardian. Each will adapt. Each will study. The longer you hesitate, the harder they will become.”

Allen raised a brow. “Time limit?”

“Ten minutes. Fail, and you return here… empty-handed.”

Allen smirked. “Ten’s all I need.”

The figure extended a hand, a swirling black and red portal snapping open beneath Allen’s feet.

[System Notification]

[Initiating Tier 4 Trial: Dominate]

[Objective: Defeat 5 Elite Mobs and 1 Adaptive Boss]

[Timer: 10:00 – Begins Upon Entry]

Darkness swallowed him whole.

When he opened his eyes again, he stood in a place that didn’t belong anywhere in the world map.

It was a shattered battlefield floating in a broken sky. Large stone platforms hovered over a void of swirling chaos, their jagged edges chained to unseen anchors. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and ozone, and sparks drifted lazily like embers in a dying fire. The distant rumble of shifting stone echoed through the expanse, underscoring the eerie stillness.