Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1779: Immortality State

Chapter 1779: Immortality State

Villain Ch 1779. Immortality State

The hacker staggered, dropped to one knee.

And Allen didn’t hesitate. One final slash, downward, full demonic force behind it…

The hacker’s HP plummeted.

[Enemy HP: 2%]

But before Allen could deliver the killing blow, the air around the clone warped—static bleeding across his form, colors bending like heat haze.

[Warning: Target entering Immortality State]

Allen’s eyes narrowed. “Coward.”

The hacker grinned through blood and fractured armor, voice ragged but smug. “You didn’t think I’d play fair, did you?” His aura flared, the broken ice around them melting into steam as his body locked into an invincible shell of glitching black flame. “If I can’t win, I’ll burn everything down with me.”

The floor shook. Clones surged forward—the girls’ duplicates moving in eerie unison, elemental attacks spiraling into chaos. The hacker raised his sword, the edge crackling with enough destructive force to gut the entire chamber.

And then—

Everything stopped.

Not slowed. Not resisted. Stopped.

The hacker’s sword froze mid-swing, the clones locked in place with their attacks hanging in the air like a paused recording. Even the frost in the air hung suspended, glittering motes trapped in the stillness.

Allen’s vision flickered.

[Bug Fragment Collected: 9/10]

The static deepened. Reality twitched.

[Bug Fragment Collected: 10/10]

[Mission Completed!]

The clones shattered first. Not into gore or rubble—but into pixels. Fractals of glowing data burst outward like glass dust, dissolving into the air. The hacker’s avatar followed a second later, his invincible shell peeling away in jagged strips of nothingness. His face froze in a snarl that never finished. Then he was gone—erased line by line, like someone was dragging a delete tool across him.

The room groaned.

The floor beneath Allen’s boots shivered, light bleeding up through the cracks like molten ice. The walls peeled—not collapsing, but unraveling—layers of code flaking away to reveal a different structure underneath.

Cold rushed in, sharper and cleaner than the stifling heat of battle. The frost returned in an instant, racing up the walls and across the floor in elegant patterns. The twisted industrial sprawl of the factory melted away entirely, replaced by sweeping spires of translucent ice. Pillars climbed toward a vaulted ceiling glittering like diamond dust, and every sound was amplified by the perfect acoustics—each echo a pure, crystalline note.

An ice castle.

Exactly the one they’d been promised for completing the dungeon.

Allen exhaled, the plume of frost from his breath curling upward before vanishing. His claws flexed once before retracting, his Demonic Form beginning to peel back, plates shifting into their original armor state.

Behind him, the others took stock—Bella brushing frost from her hair, Zoe shaking off phantom saltwater from her fight with her clone, Jane eyeing the castle’s entrance like it might still bite.

Kafra’s voice came through, this time lighter. “Well done, Allen! Extraction teams have the origin point under control. You can take your reward.”

Allen’s lips quirked faintly. “Took you long enough.”

“You had fun,” Kafra deadpanned.

He turned his head slowly, dead-eyed and absolutely unimpressed. “You call that fun?”

Kafra didn’t answer right away.

Which was suspicious.

Her body shimmered into the chamber fully, this time not in that weird little duck costume she used when she wanted to screw around.

No. She came in real.

Black staff uniform.

She was serious.

“Yes,” she said after a beat. “I mean… you got your own enemies. Like a real one.”

Allen just stared at her, his blade still loosely gripped, the frost on his armor steaming under the residual heat. “You need therapy.”

Kafra folded her arms with a little huff. “Okay, maybe bad delivery. I was trying to lighten the mood since—” she waved at the now-pristine crystal throne room around them “—you guys aren’t the only ones who almost had a heart attack. Me and the control team? Same. Same level of trauma.”

Shea crossed her arms and leaned against one of the icy spires with that trademark suspicious squint. “Wait. Is this the first time something like this happened to you guys? Or are you just this bad under pressure?”

Kafra looked mildly offended. “Hey! First of all—rude. Second… yes. It’s the first time.”

Jane stepped forward now, brushing some ghost dust from her shoulder, her voice sharper. “Do you know who it was? The hacker. Maybe you can guess it from the coordinates. Was the location personal or corporate?”

Allen glanced at her, eyes narrowing slightly at that question. Smart.

Kafra tapped the side of her head, pulling up a faint projection. Blurred map. Coordinates. Satellite overlay.

“I don’t know who it was exactly,” she said, zooming in, “but the trace led to an apartment. Middle class. Not a vault bunker. Not an offshore server. Just… average.”

“So personal,” Allen said.

“Kinda,” Kafra agreed. “Too messy for a corp hit. Not polished enough. No failsafes.”

Bella tilted her head, her voice soft with surprise. “That’s… kind of shocking.”

Vivian, now fully reclined on a chaise of conjured velvet, one leg lazily over the other, chuckled. “That’s why he’s got a grudge. Envy. It’s personal. He wanted to be Allen.”

Larissa clicked her tongue. “Butthurt player. Classic.”

Alice hummed, playing with a floating shadow tendril. “Maybe he lost to the emperor in an event once and never recovered emotionally.”

Zoe’s tentacles flicked as she stepped forward, her tone flat. “What happens to him now?”

Kafra shrugged and dropped the holo-map. “Not our problem. But I’ll tell you this—Jordan Goldborne doesn’t f*ck around. And if he’s watching…” Her tone dipped lower, almost cautious. “Let’s assume the guy disappears. Whatever your assumption is, it ends with poof.”

Allen didn’t say a word.

He just stood there. Silent.

Because if it was his father… yeah, he’d make the hacker disappear.

Not out of vengeance. Not even rage.

But because it was the most efficient option.

And suddenly—suddenly—Allen understood something. He felt the shift in his own thoughts, cold and creeping, crawling up the back of his neck like someone else was watching him from inside his own skull.

He remembered when Jordan offered him the resources to “deal with” Sophia and the rest of the family from his past. Back then it sounded brutal. Cold. Emotionless.

Now?

He got it.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

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