Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1766: The Cold Doesn’t Bother Me Anywaaaay~!

Chapter 1766: The Cold Doesn’t Bother Me Anywaaaay~!

Villain Ch 1766. The Cold Doesn’t Bother Me Anywaaaay~!

“The bridge disappeared just like that,” Allen said to Kafra.

His boots crunched over the uneven snowpack, a soft crack trailing beneath each step.

Wind scraped across the cliffs around them, dragging a ghost-echo of Shea’s lullaby into the distance, now warped and broken into fragments of sound. No one spoke for a long moment.

Vivian was still catching her breath, rubbing her calves with both hands as she muttered something about suing gravity.

Bella floated a fireball near her face for warmth.

Larissa was unnervingly quiet, eyes scanning the horizon like she was sniffing for blood.

Shea’s wings twitched with each gust.

And Jane—well, Jane was glaring at her skeleton minions as two of them tried to braid each other’s spine.

Not even a second passed before her voice shot into all their heads again.

“Impossible!” Kafra chirped, a bit too shrilly this time. “The bridge should be there! I walked on it myself during the last patch test. It wasn’t behaving like this!”

Allen didn’t stop walking, eyes locked ahead as his coat whipped behind him. “But it happened,” he said. “You can check the bug report. It should’ve logged the sequence when it collapsed mid-party run. System tags. Bridge fragment ID. Pull the log.”

Silence.

Even her cartoonishly energetic tone stalled.

“…You’re right,” she finally admitted, her voice dimmed by something that almost sounded like worry. “I just checked. The collapse was logged. That shouldn’t be possible. Not unless someone edited the terrain strings live.”

Allen’s eyes narrowed.

“Any thoughts?”

There was a pause again. Longer.

Then—

Kafra’s voice came again—this time colder, stripped of its usual cheer.

“…Hacker.”

Alice’s head snapped around. “Oh, that’s not good news.”

Jane snorted. “That’s fucked up. Someone’s playing puppet master with the map while we’re still standing on it.”

Zoe’s tentacles curled slightly, like they sensed it too. “Okay but—who the hell hacks this game? And why? What’s the point?”

Allen didn’t flinch. “Any contact? Demands? Blackmail?”

“Not yet,” Kafra admitted, her tone tight. “The dev team’s scrambling now. We’re digging through system logs, trying to locate the injection point. But this isn’t someone playing dress-up with NPCs or flipping textures. Whoever did this rewrote the zone’s spine. Terrain strings, asset layers, lighting behavior—it’s like they built a new map inside the map.”

“So the goal’s not money,” Shea said sharply.

Vivian rolled her shoulders, eyes flicking to Allen. “If it’s not about cash, then what is it?”

“Chaos?” Zoe offered. “Or maybe they’re just flexing what they can do?”

Larissa’s voice was calm, eerie. “Or… curiosity. Not to break it—but to test it. See what the game allows before it breaks entirely.”

Allen didn’t say anything.

But he didn’t like the way that sounded.

Not at all.

He hated this feeling—like something was beneath the surface, laughing at them.

Every dungeon, every raid, every boss—he could predict. Read patterns. Analyze mechanics. He was a living strategy manual.

But this?

This wasn’t a boss fight.

This was someone rewriting the boss fight while they were already inside it.

His fingers twitched at his side, a barely restrained need to draw his sword again. But nothing moved. Not yet.

The group moved forward, cautious, eyes scanning every pixel of snow. The landscape was strange here. The mountains bowed inward unnaturally, like the world had folded just a little too tight. The sky had turned static-gray, and the snow sparkled wrong—too symmetrical. Like a texture sheet copied and pasted without enough variation.

And then—

They saw it.

Down below the slope, nested between two cliffs like a forgotten scar, was a structure.

Massive. Blocky. Covered in windblown frost and rust. It loomed under the low sky, long iron beams and decaying glass jutting up like teeth.

Trains.

Old ones.

Lined in rows, half-buried in snow.

Steel platforms, industrial walkways, smokestacks. All wrapped in a crust of ice, wires hanging like vines, shadows deep in the broken windows.

And every bit of it was wrong.

They stopped. All of them. Together.

Allen stared.

The factory loomed ahead—iron beams jutting from the snow like broken ribs, rusted scaffolding twisted around ancient smokestacks. It looked old. Wrong. Like it belonged to a completely different game.

“…Kafra,” he said quietly, “did the devs… put an abandoned factory here?”

There was a pause, static crackling faintly through the connection.

“Huh?” Kafra finally replied. “Nooo? Skaldrveil’s main attraction is supposed to be an ice castle. You know. Elegant, shiny, mysterious. The cold doesn’t bother me anywaaaay~!”

She actually sang it.

Allen didn’t blink. “But we have a factory here.”

Zoe stepped beside him, her arms folded, expression flat. “A huge one. And it’s not half-baked either. There’s detail. Layers. Whoever built this didn’t just mod—it’s like they knew what they were doing.”

Vivian tilted her head. “This doesn’t even look like an asset repaste. Those train models? I’ve never seen those in any other zone.”

Bella slowly folded her arms, the humor draining from her voice. “Weird thing is… I kinda like it. Gives off a haunted steampunk apocalypse vibe. Like if a ghost and a train had a baby. And then the baby was sad.”

Jane muttered, “That sentence hurt me.”

Vivian slowly stepped forward, heels crunching in the snow. “It looks… real. Not just textured. It’s detailed. Whoever placed this didn’t just slap assets. They built it.”

Allen watched the broken train tracks curve around the corner, the metal still steaming faintly—as if it had moved only minutes ago.

He spoke into the cold.

“This wasn’t a mistake.”

“No,” Kafra replied, voice low now. “Someone wrote this in.”

“And the devs didn’t catch it?”

“Nope.”

Allen exhaled. “Then they weren’t looking in the right place.”

The factory loomed ahead like a question with sharp teeth. The air smelled like old oil and cold metal. Somewhere inside, a pipe hissed. Steam whistled into the snow like breath.

And Allen felt it again.

The same weight.

The same presence.

Watching.

Not from the cliffs.

From inside.

A new rhythm had begun—barely audible.

A mechanical heartbeat.

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