[{"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-1945":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},663214,893,"Chapter 1939: Kill Anything that Moves and Avoid Anything that Doesn’t","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1945",1945,"\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1939. Kill Anything that Moves and Avoid Anything that Doesn’t\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper curled through the hallway like breath against skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She... waits... for the supper...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay,\" Red_King said, breathing hard and pressing closer to the group. \"Okay. This is cursed. Full cursed. No half measures.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen slowly sheathed his dual daggers, eyes scanning the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No plan?\" Red asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plan’s the same,\" Allen muttered without looking back. \"We kill anything that moves and avoid anything that doesn’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not a plan,\" Mastercraft said. \"That’s trauma speaking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen glanced at the stained walls, the smear of ghostly prints still dripping. \"Trauma works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another hallway. This one twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end... a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall. Antique. Gold frame shaped like a screaming mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t show their reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the prayer room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost woman stood in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was walking toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RUN!\" Red_King shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Door!\" Allen yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bolted. Down the stairs. Through servant’s halls. Past the kitchen where bloody aprons hung on mannequins. Past a spiral staircase that led to a void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King yelled, \"I HATE MANOR QUESTS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft yelled, \"YOU VOTED FOR THIS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They finally slammed into a dining hall and sealed the doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark. Dusty. Candles half-burned. Food still warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t look scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think we found the main room,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King collapsed into a chair. \"I need a therapist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex sat across him. \"I need a new class.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft sighed. \"I need a refund.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King groaned. \"From who? Satan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex muttered, \"Do you think the support ticket team for this dungeon even exists?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen cracked his neck, slow and deliberate. His eyes never left the sealed iron door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to find the boss,\" he said coldly. \"So I can kill it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the air held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay,\" Red_King said finally, \"but maybe we do that without waking up every ghost in here, yeah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen turned. His voice was calm, but sharper than steel. \"You want to leave now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—what? No. I’m just saying maybe we be smart about it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smart is getting to the end faster,\" Allen said. \"Less time for the house to notice us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft raised a hand. \"And how do you know that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen pointed upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling above them had more handprints than before. Some fresher. Redder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because we’re already guests,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had a comeback for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex swallowed. \"So... where to next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen nodded to the side hallway—a place they hadn’t explored yet. \"There.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wonderful,\" Red_King muttered. \"Just what I wanted. More cursed square footage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the bone-piled cellar behind, the group entered a narrow corridor flanked by cracked candle sconces and threadbare curtains. The carpet here was newer—less dust, no claw marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of clean that felt unnatural in a place like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Portraits lined the walls—full color. Noble women in stiff collars. Men in crimson robes. Children holding dolls. All smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time they passed one, the eyes reset. Always watching. Always waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red_King muttered, \"Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen made eye contact with every single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex pointed. \"That kid’s nose just bled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one portrait was uncovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noblewoman, face smeared in dried red pigment. Her eyes—wrong. Too wide. Too glassy. Her lips stitched shut in black thread. But the tag on the frame?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady Mariella von Reithmoor\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady of the Manor. Devoted Wife. Faithful Hostess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex pointed nervously. \"I think... that’s her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen read the name, the stitching on the mouth, the red veil. It matched the ghost from earlier—the one that screamed about dinner and guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Red veil. Stitched lips. Yup,\" he said. \"That’s our hostess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastercraft crouched nearby, brushing dust from an ornate plaque embedded into the wall beneath the painting. He wiped it clean, revealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>May her feast never end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>May her guests never leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And may the house remember all sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow,\" Red said, deadpan. \"Very comforting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up,\" Allen muttered. \"Keep reading.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the plaque, something clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden drawer opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside? A moth-eaten ledger, wrapped in dark red cloth. The title:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Final Guest List.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex slowly unwrapped it. His fingers trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old, yellowed pages crinkled as he flipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each class tag had been crossed out violently in black ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the menu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t names of real food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were class tags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Berserker\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgemaster\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The party froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, that’s—\" Red_King gulped. \"That’s us. That’s literally us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No it’s not,\" Mastercraft said quickly. \"Could be—could be just a coincidence. We’re not the only ones with those classes—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at the last one,\" Alex whispered, turning the page slowly, hands shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightshade Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ink was fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen said nothing. Just exhaled once, sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOPE,\" Red said immediately. \"Nope. Nope. No way. Burn the book. Throw it. Get a priest. Log out—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alex is a priest,\" Mastercraft pointed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex was already backing up. \"Nope. Nope, I can’t handle this! I’m not that kind of priest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen glanced over his shoulder, eyes cold. \"I see... So we are the menu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers curled tighter around his blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They want to eat us,\" he said calmly. \"The food is us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ System Quest Update ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ You have discovered the truth behind the ritual feast. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Objective Added: Survive.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torchlight flickered. Red_King stepped back toward the door. \"Okay... this is escalating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No shit,\" Allen muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights behind them flickered. A low chime rang through the gallery like silver bells dunked in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex whispered, \"Guys... the portraits...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they wore expressionless porcelain masks—smooth, blank, and cracked at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one remained unmasked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mariella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red veil. Stitched mouth. Tilted neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her portrait eyes tracked Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, very slowly... the mouth began to unstitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began to smile.\u003C\u002Fp>",1014,"2026-06-02T07:44:45.440Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8c120720a11c36dd4818bde0536d3d465b25def9f008b5001a260b54383a6d9","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1946","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1944",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]