Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1768: Rewritten

Chapter 1768: Rewritten

Villain Ch 1768. Rewritten

Zoe shuddered. “That’s comforting.”

Vivian flipped her hair. “Great. So we’re in ghost mode. Lovely.”

Allen tilted his head slightly. “Meaning, if we die here, it won’t trigger alerts, but… the attackers could still claim they did it.”

“Right,” Kafra said. “They could record it. Twist it. Spread it. Say they ‘killed the top villains of the game’ but the system didn’t reward them because of a ‘dev cover-up’ or whatever.”

“Sounds like influencer bait,” Bella muttered.

Allen sighed. “We counter with the truth? Say they’re cheating?”

“Sure,” Kafra said, tone grim now. “But the second we announce it, it means someone has breached security… the whole world knows there’s a hole in the game.”

“And panic starts,” Allen finished.

“Exactly.”

He stopped walking.

Snow drifted softly around them, slow and quiet like it knew what they were about to do.

Allen exhaled, watching his breath ghost out before him. “Understood. Just keep the team watching the logs. I don’t care about drama. I care about control.”

“You got it, Emperor,” Kafra said.

Vivian smirked. “Always so bossy when the cold gets to your skin.”

“I don’t get cold,” Allen muttered.

She rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t the point.”

They continued across the snowy terrain leading up to the factory. The air grew heavier the closer they got. More steam. More heat. The kind that clung to the back of your throat and tasted like iron.

And weirdly—some parts of the snow looked… wrong.

Half-melted patches.

Pixelated fragments of decorative columns—marble, ice-like—partially buried beneath the snow near the factory’s outer walls.

Alice knelt to brush frost away from one.

“Look at this…” she murmured. “This is ice castle code. This was supposed to be a spiral staircase pillar… I think.”

“Which means the original structure was built,” Shea said. “But someone overrode it.”

“And poorly,” Jane muttered. “You can see the artifacts bleeding through.”

“Lazy hackers,” Larissa purred. “Or… rushed.”

Allen didn’t like that.

Rushed meant pressure. Which meant urgency.

Which meant they were trying to hide something before someone found it.

At last, they reached the front of the building.

The factory’s entrance was a massive set of steel doors, warped at the hinges, frozen shut by layers of cracked frost. Burn marks lined one edge like someone tried to melt them once but gave up halfway. Faint lighting flickered behind a broken window above, but no clear source could be seen.

The party stopped, lining up before the gates like something out of a surreal group photo.

Vivian tilted her head. “So… should we knock?”

“Or blow it up?” Bella grinned, conjuring twenty fireballs into her palms like overexcited grenades.

Allen stepped forward, sword glowing faintly.

“We’ll try the diplomatic way first.”

“How? Are you going to talk to them?” Jane frowned.

“By pushing the door, of course. Normal way.”

“Oh boo,” Bella pouted. “I already named the explosion.”

Allen ignored her.

He stepped close to the door, hand hovering inches from the cold metal.

The temperature shifted. Ever so slightly.

Then—

With a groan.

And a clank.

The doors opened.

By themselves.

A slow, deliberate creak echoed through the valley, metal screaming on rusted hinges. The light from inside spilled onto the snow—dim yellow and humming. The kind of light you only saw in flickering horror game hallways and forgotten subway stations.

Nobody spoke.

Jane raised a brow, her voice dry and low. “Oh. You pushed the doors.”

Allen didn’t look back. “No.”

He took a single step forward, letting the steam curl around his boots.

“They opened by themselves.”

There was a beat of silence, then Larissa smirked faintly, brushing a curl from her cheek. “So… they’re inviting us?”

Allen kept his eyes forward, watching the shadows twitch just past the threshold.

“I guess.”

And the others followed him into the dark.

He sheathed his sword slowly, the blade sliding back into its scabbard with a soft click—not because he felt safe, but because he didn’t want to look like he was here to start a war.

Not yet.

“Let’s see what they’re hiding.”

And the others followed him into the dark.

The moment Allen crossed the threshold, the temperature shifted. Not colder—warmer, unnaturally so, like walking into the open mouth of a machine trying to mimic breath. The snow outside was immediately replaced by cracked marble tiles laced with rust. The floor hummed with life beneath his boots—low, constant, like old pistons churning far beneath the surface.

The lighting inside was all sickly yellow and copper—dim industrial lamps flickering from iron sconces, some barely hanging on, others blown out and sparking. Shadows were long and oddly curved, like they didn’t want to match the walls.

Steam hissed in intervals from broken pipes above, making the space feel alive. Mechanical. Diseased.

Allen didn’t blink.

The air reeked of metal oil, scorched rubber, and something stranger—almost like sulfur, or sweat from something that shouldn’t be able to sweat.

A faint sound echoed through the corridor as the doors shut behind them with a groan that sounded far too much like a sigh.

“Okay,” Vivian muttered, arms folded, eyes narrowed. “Who turned our magical ice castle into a haunted iron dungeon?”

Shea took a few steps forward, wings half-tucked. “This… feels off. Like a different game engine entirely.”

“It’s like they used the map assets of a horror game and said ‘yeah, let’s drop this into Fantasy RPG for funsies,’” Zoe muttered.

Allen didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. He felt it.

This place wasn’t corrupted.

It was rewritten.

Like something had hollowed out the original content and stuffed something else inside. Not sloppily. Not with glitches. But intentionally—elegant, deliberate, and worse, unfinished. Every wall seemed to beg for a purpose it hadn’t earned. Every pipe hummed with secrets.

A hiss from above made him instinctively reach for his blade again.

They weren’t alone.

Jane was eyeing the ceiling. “You all hear that?”

Vivian nodded, whip coiled at her side like a sleeping serpent. “Oh yeah. We’re being watched. Definitely.”

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