Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1765: Old School Platform Games
Chapter 1765: Old School Platform Games
Villain Ch 1765. Old School Platform Games
Allen took the first step onto the bridge, and the moment his boots hit the unstable tile, the bridge responded.
The lullaby was getting clearer.
Soft.
Familiar.
Faint.
High notes. Gentle hums.
Haunting. Comforting.
Wrong.
He didn’t stop walking. “On my mark,” Allen said calmly. “We run.”
“Wait, run?” Zoe blinked. “Can we walk fast? Or sexy-strut?”
Vivian cracked her knuckles. “I vote for power-stride. If I run in these heels, someone’s getting a concussion.”
“No,” Allen repeated, voice sharper now. “We have to run.”
They all tensed.
Then—
“Go.”
The team launched forward in unison.
Boots slammed against flickering tiles. The bridge rattled. The world groaned. Wind rose with their movement—lashing against cloaks, hair, and wings.
And that song—
It got louder.
Clearer.
Lyrical now.
“Shea?” Alice called out between huffs, eyes wide. “Is that your voice?”
Shea was already mid-air, half-gliding between bursts of unstable wind. “Yeah,” she snapped. “And I don’t like it.”
Vivian huffed beside her. “I thought only you could use your lullaby.”
“It is!” Shea snapped, wings flicking hard as she bounded across a vanishing tile. “This isn’t supposed to be possible!”
The bridge crackled under their feet.
Allen leapt over a disappearing gap without pausing, blade still drawn, the shadows in his coat writhing against the wind. A pulse of red magic glowed beneath his boots as he landed on a reappearing tile like it was choreographed.
Bella behind him laughed. “Why does this feel like one of those rage-inducing old school platform games?! Like if you mistime a single jump, you fall into a pit of lava?!”
“Because it is!” Alice screamed, nearly slipping before catching herself on a floating tile with her broom.
Zoe was bounding forward using her tentacles as pseudo-springs, flinging herself over gaps. “This whole thing is giving me motion sickness!”
Jane, deadpan even while sprinting, muttered, “I hope one of these tiles glitches just so I can lie down for a minute.”
Another melody echoed around them—distorted, echoing. It was Shea’s lullaby. A note-for-note copy, but off. Off by just enough to feel like a corrupted memory.
Allen didn’t look back. But he felt her tension. The siren’s magic was always smooth. Controlled. Right now? Her aura spiked with static.
“Shea,” he called. “Talk to me.”
“It’s my voice,” she muttered as she ran. “But the song is… different. It’s like someone took the first version. The raw one.”
“You mean before you increased the level?” Jane asked.
Shea didn’t answer for a second.
Then. “Yeah. But the good news is, it doesn’t make us sleepy.”
The wind howled. A long, low cry that didn’t sound like wind anymore. It sounded like a scream wrapped in a lullaby.
Suddenly—
A tile flickered beneath Allen.
He jumped.
The bridge vanished behind him.
Like it had never existed. No falling animation. No texture drop. Just deleted.
He landed on the next solid surface with a grunt, sliding half a meter, cloak flaring, sparks flaring from his boots.
He turned. “Don’t stop. Watch your feet.”
Bella skidded past him, laughing like she was on a rollercoaster. “This is horrible! I love it!”
Larissa leapt forward like she was walking on air. “If I fall,” she said sweetly, “I will haunt the dev who coded this personally.”
Vivian dashed ahead, tail whipping behind her. “You’ll have to wait in line.”
Behind them, Shea landed hard on a tile that blinked as soon as her boots touched it. She flinched—then launched forward again with a burst of wind magic.
The bridge wasn’t just breaking.
It was reacting.
Reacting to her.
Alice noticed it first. “Allen—it’s her. The bridge is glitching hardest near Shea.”
“Shea?” Allen said, voice razor-calm. “Anything you’re not telling us?”
Shea gritted her teeth. “No. I’ve told you everything. But yes—this… this is reacting to me!”
“Then why is it here?” Zoe asked, breathless, dodging a flickering tile. “This place shouldn’t know about that.”
“Exactly,” Shea growled, her wings twitching with tension. “And I don’t know what to do.”
The group stumbled at that.
“Wait…” Jane said. “You’re saying this field is pulling data from—”
“Places it shouldn’t,” Allen finished.
That shadow ahead… it wasn’t just watching. It was listening.
The bridge suddenly pulsed again. Tiles fell in a wave pattern. A heartbeat rhythm. Boom, boom, boom—like something was testing them.
Allen raised his voice. “Don’t slow down! Left side’s phasing—stick right!”
They all veered right, narrowly dodging a collapse cascade that swallowed three tiles into nothing.
The melody warped. No longer comforting. It now had distortion. Echoes of static. Like Shea’s song had been dragged through a corrupted audio file and stitched together with someone else’s teeth.
Shea’s wings flared as she shot forward again. “This isn’t right. This isn’t mine anymore.”
Vivian, panting beside her, muttered, “Well, it’s creepy as hell. We should file a lawsuit.”
Allen landed near the last segment of the bridge. “We’re almost clear!”
They pushed.
One by one, the group vaulted, leapt, flew the last few meters.
Allen was the last.
He twisted mid-air, landing on the snowy platform with one hand pressed against the ice to steady himself.
Behind him, the bridge disintegrated.
Not exploded. Not collapsed.
Erased.
As if someone had decided it no longer needed to exist.
[Bug Fragment Collected: 2/10]
Allen stood slowly.
The others surrounded him, panting, bleeding, laughing, cursing.
Then silence.
The wind died.
The melody stopped.
Just—gone.
Like it had never happened.
And that shadow?
No longer in the distance.
Now it was behind a frozen curtain of ice just ahead.
Waiting.
Watching.
Shea stepped forward, arms crossed, jaw clenched.
“If that thing sings again,” she said, voice low, “I’m going to scream back until the game crashes.”
Allen stared ahead. The ice hummed with the residue of that broken lullaby. It wasn’t just corrupted music. It was corrupted memory.
He tightened his grip on his sword.
“Then let’s break it,” he said. “Before it rewrites more than just your past.”
And with the girls at his side,
Allen walked forward into the unknown—
Not just through the snow.
But through the code itself.
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