Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1494

Chapter 1494: Last Trial

Villain Ch 1494. Last Trial

Allen leapt into the air above the circle, sword raised and came down hard, driving the blade through the Warden’s chest in a final, brutal, two-handed plunge.

A pulse of dark energy surged out like a heartbeat.

Silence followed.

[Boss Defeated: Warden of Chains]

[Trial of Will – Completed]

[Bonus Objective: 5/5 Totems – Reward Multiplier Applied x1.5]

Allen slumped to one knee.

The blade stuck in the cracked stone. His chest heaved with every breath, armor scorched, his cape torn and reeking of brimstone. The fog peeled away—evaporated like steam.

And there, standing in the distance, was the hooded figure again. Silent.

Allen glanced at it, wiped sweat and ash from his jaw, and said, “You know what? You owe me a damn health bar.”

The figure didn’t move.

Allen’s sword disappeared into a dark aura. Then, he limped but grinning like the stubborn bastard he was, he stepped through the trial gate.

Two down. One more trial before Tier 4 ascension.

And after this? Hell would have to get in line.

Allen barely had time to blink before the trial gate pulsed and sucked him in like a magical vacuum.

“Wait—!”

-Thud!

He slammed face-first onto hard stone again. The familiar sting of humiliation greeted him before the pain even registered.

“…Can’t they just… put me down softly?” he groaned, rolling onto his back and glaring at the ceiling like it had offended his entire bloodline.

His back ached. His ribs still throbbed from that last chain slap. But at least he wasn’t being devoured by fog anymore. Small victories.

The crypt-chamber materialized around him once again—the one between trials. Same stone floor, same torchlight flickering like it had something to hide, same oppressive silence broken only by the slow tap of dripping water.

Allen slowly sat up, rubbing his jaw. “Okay. Second trial? Not as bad as the first one. I mean, sure, the exploding corpses were nasty, but the boss? Kinda predictable. Big guy. Lots of chains. Kinda like a kinky golem.”

He heard a quiet rustle behind him.

The cloaked figure had returned—same blank presence, face shadowed beneath a deep hood. It just stood there like always, halfway between ghostly guide and HR manager who was very over it.

“Well, well,” Allen said as he climbed to his feet. “Didn’t think you’d miss me.”

“You have completed the Trial of Will.” The figure’s voice echoed through the chamber, solemn and flat as always. “Few endure its full weight.”

Allen gave a half-smile. “Thanks.” He opened his inventory and pulled out a potion with a lazy flick of his fingers. A tall bottle with glowing orange fluid, faintly carbonated, like spicy mango soda for battle junkies.

[Item Used: High-Grade Regeneration Tonic]

[HP +80,000 over 30s]

[Mana +40,000 over 30s]

He drank it in two gulps, grimacing slightly at the aftertaste. “Ugh. Still better than that one potion that tasted like shrimp and sadness.”

The figure, of course, did not laugh. Or move.

Allen exhaled through his nose and cracked his neck, turning to face the figure more directly. “So… the last one should be Trial of Ruin, right?” He raised an eyebrow. “Any clues this time? Or are we back to your ‘cryptic oracle who won’t help even if I bribe you with mythical snacks’ routine?”

“No.”

Allen tilted his head. “Just no?”

The figure didn’t move.

“Right,” he muttered. “No. Of course.”

He turned away with a long sigh and dropped onto a stone ledge near the far wall. Torchlight danced across the wet floor in slow waves. The air smelled of old books and dried blood, thick with magic and mold. It was weirdly peaceful for a place that kept trying to kill him.

“Trial of Ruin, huh?” he muttered, cracking his knuckles. “Yeah… hopefully not that bad.”

His HP bar finally ticked back into the green, and the potion’s warmth faded from his veins. He stood, rolling his shoulders.

He faced the cloaked figure again. “Alright. Ready for round three.”

The figure lifted one arm—barely a gesture—and the glyph beneath Allen’s feet pulsed violently.

There was no warning.

Just sound—rushing like wind through a collapsing tunnel—and light, blinding white that burned behind his eyes. His body jerked as if caught in invisible ropes, and his stomach dropped like he was free-falling off a cliff.

Then—

Impact.

He hit the ground again, hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs.

Stone. Heat. Screaming metal.

And fire. Lots of fire.

Allen rolled onto his side, coughing smoke. He staggered up, disoriented, and blinked through the haze.

The sky above was choked with ash. The ground beneath his boots glowed faintly with molten cracks. And in the distance, across a shattered valley of broken stone and ruined walls, stood a massive fortress—black towers and glowing runes, its defenses pulsing with arcane energy.

A massive glowing timer appeared in his vision, flickering like a doomsday clock.

[Trial of Ruin – Begin]

Theme: Time-Attack Raid Simulation

Objective: Solo-clear 3 lanes and defeat the Fortress Core within 12 minutes

[12:00]

“Oh hell,” Allen muttered.

To his left, three pathways split outward, marked by a burning sigil.

Path of Fire (Siege Lane) – Heavy enemies, brute force.

Path of Storms (Speed Lane) – Traps, fast-moving units.

Path of Shadows (Elite Lane) – Stealth units, assassins.

“And I have to clear all three… alone.” Allen squinted. “Yeah, sure, no pressure or anything.”

The fortress loomed in the background—an impossible wall of obsidian stone and red runes. Turrets lined the battlements, glowing faintly. At its heart, pulsing like a malevolent heartbeat, was the Fortress Core. He could feel it even from here—ancient, angry, and locked tight.

Then the system chimed in with another line of text across his HUD, flickering into the air like divine intervention—or maybe a prank.

[Special Mechanic Unlocked: Illusion Echo]

[You may summon temporary illusions of yourself to assist in clearing one lane each. Illusions last 30 seconds. Usable once per lane.]

Allen blinked. “Wait, I get clones?” He paused, then grinned. “Okay, that’s actually kinda cool.”

[Note: Fortress Core is invulnerable unless all lanes are cleared within 8 minutes.]

[Timer Starts: 12:00]

“Of course it is,” Allen sighed, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s do this.”