[{"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-1944":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},663213,893,"Chapter 1938: Handprints","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1944",1944,"\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1938. Handprints\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torchlight flickered against the now-open door, revealing only darkness beyond. No sound. No wind. No hint of movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Uh,\" Red_King said slowly. \"Look. It’s an automatic door.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t even blink. \"There’s no such thing as automatic doors here. This isn’t a sci-fi game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King gave a weak laugh. \"Just... take it as an automatic door, okay?\" His voice sounded like a guy begging his logic to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stared for a second. \"...Fine. Automatic door.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft clapped Red_King’s back. \"Now get inside the automatic door, tank.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about no?\" Red_King shot back. \"A door opens by itself and you idiots want to walk through? That’s how you die first in movies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If this was real life, yeah—run the other way,\" Allen said calmly. \"But this is a game. Doors don’t open themselves unless it’s the way forward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King exhaled, deeply, soulfully. \"I hate that you’re right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward with all the enthusiasm of a man walking into his own funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was a ballroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or what used to be one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chandeliers dangled like broken ribs. Instruments—cellos, violins, flutes—floated mid-air, strings worn and warped, but they played. Just enough notes to crawl up your spine and whisper to your brainstem... ’run.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen undead nobles danced slowly. Their faces were skeletal, yet their torsos still dressed in moth-eaten tuxedos and blood-smeared gowns. No eyes. Just glowing sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Allen stepped inside, their heads all turned at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here we go,\" he muttered, drawing both daggers. \"Dinner music’s over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horde charged. And Allen moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked forward in a flash of shadow, slipped between the first dancer’s grasp, pivoted, and stabbed upward through its jaw in one clean motion. His left hand snapped down, slicing the ankle of a lunging corpse. He spun low, dodging a flailing cane, then vaulted backward onto the grand piano, kicking one ghoul mid-air as it leapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King shouted, \"Holy shit!\" from the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft whistled. \"That was five in three seconds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex whispered, \"Wow...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all said it together. \"Wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen snarled, blades dripping. \"Again?! Quit wow-ing and help me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King leaned on the doorframe like he was spectating a sports match. \"Hey, I wanted to see how you fight! You never post clips!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t post clips!\" Allen shouted, flipping off the balcony rail into a mid-air slash that split a baroque chandelier and two ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex clapped politely and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the party finally joined in... after Allen had cleaned up most of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ballroom fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floating instruments were gone. The chandeliers had stopped swaying. The eerie music faded into the walls like it never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had taken Allen under two minutes. Silent dashes. Precise slashes. Nothing wasted. He didn’t even activate a major skill, just natural flow, step, cut, kill, vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to them slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brows furrowed. Jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—glared. Full-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you guys wow at me one more time and just watch like you’re in a damn Twiitch stream, I’m quitting,\" Allen said, voice flat with a hint of demonic wrath. \"Deadass. Don’t test me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King raised both hands like he was getting arrested. \"Okay, okay! Geez! Chill out, Mr. I-move-like-a-cutscene.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, we get it,\" Mastercraft muttered, rubbing his neck. \"You’re the hot main character. Now can we please move on to the next room before something else floats?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex nodded quickly. \"Y-Yeah. Moving is good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft walked up to the next door and pressed his hand against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It opened with a soft chime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A prayer chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the middle of it—barefoot, draped in a dark tattered gown that dragged like wet ink across the stone floor—stood her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head was tilted sideways, neck bent as if snapped halfway through a prayer. Hair hung limp, black and slick like rotting seaweed, covering most of her face. But what peeked through—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White, bloated skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins like ink strokes branching down her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lips dry, cracked. Almost blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were lidless. Clouded. Glassy. But they moved. Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not blinking. Not alive. Not dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King took a step back. \"Nope. No. No, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s not attacking,\" Alex said, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft held up a sensor crystal. \"Nothing on the radar. But I don’t like this room. It smells like wet silk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen said nothing. His eyes were locked on the corpse-woman. Or ghost. Or whatever thing was trying too hard to pretend stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others hissed. \"Dude—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored them. Walked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candles flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like a normal turn. Not like a living being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body rotated, bones twisting beneath the gown like her spine had unzipped and realigned. Her face snapped forward, jaw open—not screaming, not growling—just wide. Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So did time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, his instincts screamed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Allen?\" Alex whispered behind him. \"Don’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost opened her mouth wider. Too wide. No sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his heel touched the prayer rug—screams. Dozens. From every wall. Hundreds of ghost-hands shot out from the altar, clawing at air, trying to grab, trying to beg. Wailing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse woman exploded into black feathers and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door slammed shut behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King was swinging at air. \"WHERE’D SHE GO!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gone!\" Mastercraft shouted, backing into a pew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hate this manor,\" Alex whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t speak. His hands were still on his daggers, but his eyes—his eyes weren’t on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were on the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handprints were forming above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny. Large. Twisted. Blackened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some with too many fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smears across the soot-dusted ceiling. Impressions of long, crooked fingers scratching from the inside of the stone. Like something—or someones—were buried in the walls, desperate to claw out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint chorus of sobs echoed from nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system pinged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Quest Updated]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Progression Path: Investigate the Manor’s History]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sub-Objective: Uncover the identity of \"The Lady in Crimson\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Hostility Level Increasing]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Environmental Corruption: 67%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Light sources will begin to fade faster.]\u003C\u002Fp>",1025,"2026-06-02T07:44:45.440Z",1,"novelbin.me","6690d824ff411dc70d0101257a8dc9c2e9d3bff2eef3e01b2f70a1eac29a474f","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1945","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1943",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]