[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se":3,"chapter-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1886":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},663181,893,"Chapter 1880 - Capítulo 1880: Scarecrows","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1886",1886,"\u003Cp>Capítulo 1880: Scarecrows\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1880. Scarecrows\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed it through a twisted alley, past a well that reeked of something too sweet, then beneath an archway where the stone bled moss like veins. He half-expected the path to bend back toward the manor—the landlord’s estate. Some gilded parasite palace at the edge of this haunted place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog thinned. The scent changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh. Untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They broke through the edge of the cursed town like crossing into a broken painting. The woods ahead looked untouched—quiet, even peaceful in that wrong way. The trees grew too close together. Their branches tangled like skeletal hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl had run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not toward danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Away from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She wasn’t going to the landlord,” Allen muttered. “She was escaping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane nodded, her shadow-touched eyes scanning the treeline. “Makes sense. The grandmother, the curse… she tried to get out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She failed,” Larissa said flatly. “Or we wouldn’t be here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group moved slowly now. Less like a warband, more like searchers. The ground beneath them turned from stone to damp soil, crunching beneath boots. Somewhere overhead, a bird cawed once—then stopped like it had been swallowed mid-sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zoe’s voice was low. “This place smells wrong. Like old grain. And mold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian inhaled slowly. “Mmm. I smell hay. Blood under it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the field opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of corn. Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe dying forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their stalks towered above them, gray-green with rot, brittle but somehow still standing. The wind didn’t move them. No breeze. No rustle. Only silence and that heavy, hungover feeling of something watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarecrows dotted the rows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old. Torn. Wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some wore wedding veils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had child-sized shoes tied to their ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had no heads—just stitched bags that oozed something dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stopped at the edge of the corn. His eyes flicked once. He saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near one of the scarecrows. Human-shaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crouched low behind one of the crooked poles, arms tight around herself, hair tangled, shoulders shaking. Her dress—ripped and mud-stained—was the same from the vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward. Carefully. Blade lowered. Voice soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head snapped toward him. Face pale. Lips cracked. Eyes wide with something older than fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not loud. Not high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sharp enough to make the ground shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corn around them trembled. Not from wind. From something waking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarecrows twisted. Their heads snapped toward the group with the sound of wet cloth tearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black wings exploded from the sky. A tornado of feathers and shrieks. Wraiths clawed their way from the soil, moaning in fractured voices, their limbs long and twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Company,” Zoe hissed, already summoning her tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane raised her arms. “Necromancy. Rise and eat your siblings.” Her voice cracked through the air like thunder in a graveyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows bled from her fingertips. Her wraiths hissed into existence, clawing at the incoming ones with shrieks and echoing howls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larissa’s wings snapped open. “Feast,” she whispered. A swarm of red bats burst from her shadow and launched into the sky, colliding with the flock midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feathers fell like ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen moved fast. “Cover me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He darted through the field. Ducking under low-hanging stalks. Leaping over rotten bundles. The girl’s silhouette was barely visible now—tucked behind a scarecrow that looked like it had been built from bones and old wedding dresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowed as he got close. The crows were circling the edges of the corn now, shrieking like sentient alarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl peeked out. Her eyes glowed faint. Not magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t—” she whispered. “It’ll wake up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s brows twitched. “What—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the scarecrow moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head turned—crick, crack—without bending its neck. The stitched burlap peeled slightly at the seam. Something like a tooth—no, a nail—poked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s instincts flared. He dove sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarecrow lashed out. Fast. Too fast for cloth. Its arm cracked backward like a whip, fingers made of splintered bone and rusted wire. The swing missed Allen by inches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Spawn Detected: Hollow Scarecrow – Lv. 240]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t creak like a normal dummy. It hissed, burlap face twisting as nails jutted through its seams. The whole frame smelled of wet hay, blood and rust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen hit the dirt hard, rolled once, came up in a crouch. Blade raised. Fog curling around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarecrow let out a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it twisted its whole body and shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more scarecrows stepped down from their posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their straw twisted like sinew. Their hands crackled with rusted tools—sickles, nails, scissors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stood slowly. “Oh. Lovely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian’s voice came over the corn rows. “Do you need help, or is this another personal fight thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little of both,” he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first scarecrow lunged. Allen slashed through its middle—clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just collapsed—empty. Like hitting a curtain. Smoke spilled out instead of stuffing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second one came from the side. He blocked with his gauntlet, grunted as the rusted sickle scraped his armor. Sparks flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked its leg out, spun, and slashed through its chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again—empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shadows,” he whispered. “They’re not real. Just fears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they hit hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third one tried to leap on him. He met it midair with a punch to the chest—sent it flying back into the stalks. The corn snapped in a dozen places as the thing rolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath misted. The wind returned. Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him—more footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not his team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More scarecrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen turned slowly, blade gleaming in the faint moonlight. He narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guess if we fight them, they multiply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarecrows twitched. Static in burlap. One tilted its nailed head sideways like it understood him. Another dragged a rusted sickle across the dirt in slow, deliberate circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the girl whimpered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shea’s voice came from just beyond the corn. “But we have to kill them somehow, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t answer right away. He stared at the nearest scarecrow. Its stitched mouth opened slightly, oozing something black that hissed when it touched the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he exhaled. “Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smirked. “Let’s just burn it, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>600 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>400 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic Castle= 4 bonus chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space Craft= 6 bonus chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget to leave comments\u002Freviews\u002Fany support~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you for your support XD\u003C\u002Fp>",1077,"2026-06-02T07:44:44.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","702b51e2b782731d23a45dd81a48114e8b2f958d2561de7f0bf45bb1ca6bfbca","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1927","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1926",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]