Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1491

Chapter 1491: Trial of Will [Part 1]
Villain Ch 1491. Trial of Will [Part 1]

Allen stared at the glowing interface, brows knitting together as he wiped sweat from the side of his jaw. The ache from the last trial still lingered in his muscles. His HP bar wasn’t red anymore, but that didn’t mean he felt safe.

He exhaled, slow and steady. “Right…” he muttered, shifting his weight. “Let’s see what kind of nightmare they cooked up this time.”

The trial name was enough to make his shoulders tense—Trial of Will.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced toward the figure—his so-called trial guide, NPC, or whatever vague AI role this thing played. “Any hints this time? Like… what exactly am I walking into?”

The cloaked figure stood unmoving in the gloom. Torchlight shimmered across the edges of his shadowy hood, but his face remained obscured.

“The Warden awaits. Your endurance, clarity, and discipline will be tested in unison. There is no map. Only the maze.”

Allen groaned quietly. “That’s not a hint. That’s a riddle written by someone who got high on flavor text.”

No answer.

He shook his head and reached for another potion from his inventory—a high-grade regen blend this time. Purple and gold, humming faintly with arcane energy.

He cracked it open with his thumb, and the scent hit instantly—floral, sharp, with a faint cinnamon kick. He downed it in three gulps.

The burn down his throat was immediate. Spicy. Way stronger than the last one. But he felt it kicking in quickly. Muscles relaxing. Vision sharpening. Pulse syncing.

[HP +280,000 ]

[DP +8,200]

[Regeneration +50% for 2 minutes]

He rotated his shoulders and cracked his neck. “Alright. Hopefully this one won’t be as bad as the first… though I doubt it.”

“You are correct to doubt,” the figure replied, voice low and echoing slightly in the chamber. “This will not test your strength. It will test your mind. Your ability to move forward… even when everything breaks.”

Allen stepped forward anyway.

“Let’s get it over with.”

The moment his foot crossed the glyph at the center of the stone circle, the world began to disintegrate. First, the sound left—muted like cotton stuffed in his ears. Then color bled from the room, drained into blacks, whites, and flickering grays. The walls stretched outward like mirrors warped by heat.

Then came the pull.

His stomach lurched as the world around him spiraled inward, folding and twisting like paper in a firestorm. He couldn’t feel his legs, then couldn’t feel anything at all. Just motion. Just speed.

And then—impact.

He stumbled forward, boots slamming onto wet stone. Fog slammed into his senses like a wave of cold sweat. Allen staggered, caught himself on one knee, and looked up slowly.

The new space was disorienting.

A vast underground crypt, with towering ceilings hidden in dense white mist. The air was thick—stale with mildew and rot. Every breath tasted damp, earthy, and sour like old bones and mold. The sound was dampened, as if his ears were covered. His skin prickled with cold. Every inch of exposed flesh felt wrong, like something was pressing against his aura.

He stood slowly.

His HUD flickered briefly. Debuffs.

[Status Effect: Fog of Confusion – Movement Speed -5%]

[Status Effect: Withering Chill – HP Regen -15%]

[Status Effect: Grave’s Pull – Casting Speed -8%]

He hadn’t even moved yet.

He squinted. The fog shifted around him, thick and pulsing with magic. He could make out stone pillars, broken coffins, and flickers of light far off in the distance—like will-o-wisps hiding just out of reach.

“This place is alive…”

[Trial of Will – Begin]

[Objective: Defeat the Warden of Chains under max debuff stacks.]

[Bonus Objective: Destroy all five Binding Totems hidden in the maze.]

[Warning: All debuffs stack. Area effects increase the longer you remain in a zone.]

Allen hissed softly through his teeth. “Debuff maze boss fight. Classic.”

He stepped forward.

Immediately, the fog thickened, and a new alert pinged.

[Status Effect: Fog of Confusion – Movement Speed -10%]

Allen swore under his breath, the dense mist coiling around his legs like it had a grudge. His boots squelched against the slick, mossy stone floor, each step louder than it should’ve been in this quiet, breathing crypt. The scent of wet decay crawled up his nostrils—mildew, blood, something metallic and ancient. The kind of smell that stuck to your tongue no matter how tightly you clenched your jaw.

“Ugh, love what they’ve done with the place,” he muttered.

The further he walked, the more the silence pressed in. It wasn’t quiet—not really. The silence here had… texture. A low hum vibrated through the stones, like a funeral dirge played on a broken instrument just beneath hearing. The fog shifted, dancing like it was alive, brushing up against his arms with a clammy coldness that made his skin crawl.

His HUD pinged again.

[Status Effect: Withering Chill – HP Regen -15%]

[Status Effect: Grave’s Pull – Casting Speed -8%]

“Great. Love that. Really great.” He clicked his tongue, rotating his shoulder once more, eyes narrowing as shapes emerged through the haze.

A corridor split into three paths, each framed by cracked archways. Just ahead, barely visible, was a crooked coffin leaned up against a wall. It groaned, just slightly, like wood shifting under weight. Allen stopped.

“Nope,” he said. But his legs kept moving. Of course they did.

As he passed it, the coffin burst open.

A bloated corpse lunged forward, its guts sloshing out like wet ropes, mouth split wide with broken teeth. Allen’s reflexes kicked in.

“Barrier!”

A shimmer cracked into life in front of him, right as the corpse detonated.

-BOOM!

Shrapnel made of bone and necrotic flesh hammered against the translucent shield, rattling it hard enough to blur Allen’s vision. The explosion left his ears ringing, his barrier cracking.

[Barrier Durability: 62%]

[Status Effect: Grave’s Rot – HP -3% per 10s for 30s]

“Are you kidding me? Exploding corpses now?”

He yanked a cloth from his inventory and wiped the gunk off his armor, already feeling his health dip from the cursed gunk clinging to his skin. That was totally gonna ruin the smell of his cloak.