Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1609. Unusual

Jane was practically bouncing on her toes, twirling her fingers like she was already mid-boss fight. “Okay, okay, so what’s the plan? I vote we go to that dungeon with the angry lava snakes. The loot’s always spicy.”

“It’s level-capped at 85,” Bella said without looking up from her holographic screen. “We’ll be overleveled, and the exp drops off hard after the second mini-boss. Plus, we already cleared the hard mode last month.”

“Boo.” Jane made a dramatic gagging noise. “No repeat clears. Where’s the drama in that?”

“Something with rare material drops,” Vivian offered from where she leaned against the arch of a fractured runestone, arms crossed beneath her cleavage, wings flicking lazily behind her. “Preferably something that pays out. I want glam budget.”

“I second that,” Alice chimed in, spinning upside-down on her broom. “I need new thread for enchant layering. My hat refuses to listen to basic commands.”

“I just want to kill something,” Zoe added flatly. “Something big. Preferably with multiple heads.”

Shea, who had been leaning casually beside Allen, tossed her hair over her shoulder. “We could go to The Glass Maw. It hasn’t been cleared this week. Last I checked, it’s still bugged with double chest loot and passive exp gain from the inner forge.”

“Ooh,” Jane gasped. “That one’s the one with the invisible bridges and the screaming statues, right?”

“Yes,” Larissa said smoothly, brushing imaginary dust off her corset armor. “Also known as the one where the last two raid groups fell off the cliffs and rage-quit for twenty-four hours.”

Allen nodded slowly, scrolling through the live dungeon feeds.

“I like it.”

Everyone looked at him.

“It’s dangerous, undercleared, and not on the radar of casual guilds because of the bridge mechanics. And the final boss—if I remember right—drops those crystals the crafters are currently fighting over.”

Vivian raised a brow. “You mean the Pale Heart Cores? The ones people are listing for seventy platinum each?”

Allen’s smirk returned. “Exactly.”

“Say no more,” Jane said, already skipping toward the portal console. “Big shiny loot and dramatic screaming deaths? I’m sold.”

“The exp scaling is also glitched,” Bella added, tapping her interface. “Apparently, if we kill mobs near the curse forges, the system counts every fifth kill as elite tier. It hasn’t been patched yet.”

Shea tilted her head. “So more loot, more exp, AND broken mechanics?”

“Sounds like a vacation,” Zoe said with a faint grin.

“Sounds like bait,” Larissa added, yet she was already adjusting the sleeves of her crimson coat and casually brushing imaginary dust.

Allen turned and headed toward the portal room.

As they entered, the ambient lighting shifted—glyphs along the floor lit up, responding to Allen’s presence.

The portal shimmered into view across the far wall. Pale green laced with fractured silver shimmered in vertical arcs, like the air itself had cracked and bled light.

He turned back to the others. “Ready?”

A low hum rose around them, the kind that always came before a good raid—the kind of tension he could almost taste. Like static in his teeth and the cold bite of steel in his palm.

Jane looked giddy, practically vibrating in place. Alice hovered upside-down nearby on her broom, one eye closed like she was already dreaming of loot. Bella, arms folded, reviewed stats on a floating interface but kept her gaze flicking toward the portal.

Shea cracked her knuckles, her siren eyes gleaming with anticipation.

And Zoe flexed her fingers, kraken tendrils shifting behind her shoulders like lazy serpents, coiling in slow, elegant tension as if they too could feel the hunger brewing in the next zone.

Vivian looked the same as always, like she was about to step onto a velvet carpet at a fashion gala, not into a death trap. Her wings flicked once. Her expression was amused.

And Larissa?

Larissa stood tall at the back of the group, her long coat brushing the floor, wine-colored eyes half-lidded in her usual regal boredom. But even she had that faint gleam behind her lashes—the kind that said finally.

They were all ready.

And more importantly—they were alone.

No player groups. No guild banners. No parties hovering near the entrance.

Because The Glass Maw was empty.

Even at peak hours.

Allen opened his mouth. “Let’s—”

“—Hold on.” Jane paused, holding up one hand dramatically. “Can we just… appreciate how rare this is? We’re going to a bugged, reward-heavy dungeon that no one else is farming and it’s empty?”

“Too good to be true,” Zoe muttered. “Which is why we go in fast and hit hard.”

“Call dibs on first kill,” Jane said again, louder this time.

“Denied,” Allen replied dryly.

“You’re no fun.”

He turned to the group, taking his place just in front of the portal.

“Alright,” he said. “Stick close. No hero moves, no screwing around on the bridges. Prioritize mob control until we get a read on the forge rooms. We go in, we hit hard, we clear the boss, we walk out rich.”

Everyone nodded, expressions snapping from amused to razor sharp.

Allen stepped through first.

The others followed, vanishing one by one in flashes of color and particles, until the crypt was silent again.

And then— they arrived.

The second Allen’s boots hit the glassy surface of the dungeon’s entrance platform, he stopped.

And so did everyone else.

Jane let out a low whistle.

“…Okay, I was expecting weird, but not this weird.”

Zoe’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t the same as last patch.”

The dungeon had changed.

Instead of the usual long cavern entrance with shattered stone and fog-covered bridges, they now stood in a circular glass arena. The floor was semi-transparent, revealing a seemingly bottomless void below. Cracks of glowing light spiderwebbed across the surface—unstable, like it could give way at any moment.

The walls—if they could be called that—were endless. A hollow cathedral of curved crystal towers floated in the air above them, some spinning slowly, others humming as mana surged through their cores. In the distance, mechanical gears churned in the sky, suspended by chains that went nowhere.

And right at the center of the platform?

A single statue.

But not one from the usual dungeon design.

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