Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1878: Grandma…
Chapter 1878: Grandma…
Villain Ch 1878. Grandma…
Inside, the room breathed.
Not literally. Not yet. But the air was thick. Not fog this time—dust. Motes floating like ghosts. The air smelled of old flowers and forgotten rot. A rocking chair creaked in the corner, though no one sat in it.
The wallpaper peeled like old scabs. The floor groaned. This place was quieter. Intimate. Like a memory trying not to wake up.
Allen stepped inside, boots thudding softly against the warped floorboards.
He could hear it.
The girl’s voice came.
“I didn’t want to go… I didn’t want to…”
Then silence.
He turned to the others. “Spread out. Check every room.”
As they moved, the air grew colder. And Allen…
He smiled again.
Because the pieces were fitting.
Not a town cursed by war. Not a massacre.
But a family curse.
Something domestic. Intimate.
The worst kind.
He walked toward the back room—the one with the door slightly ajar and the soft light flickering under the frame.
Behind him, Zoe whispered, “This feels like walking into someone’s dream right before it turns into a nightmare.”
Allen pushed the door open.
And stepped inside.
The air changed. Instantly.
It wasn’t just less cold—it was warm. Not heavy like the rest of the cursed town, not soaked in rot or blood or whispers.
It smelled like… cinnamon.
Like boiled herbs. Like woodsmoke curling from an old chimney.
The room was lit by a fireplace—soft orange glow flickering against stone. A rocking chair creaked gently by the hearth. Quilts were folded neatly on a nearby shelf. A table sat in the center, with two steaming cups on it.
And then—
“Ah, kid.”
Allen froze.
A woman stood near the fire. Grey-haired. Wrinkled but strong. She wore a plain, clean apron over a faded blue dress. Her eyes crinkled with the kind of warmth that came from a thousand gentle memories.
“You’re home,” she said. Her voice cracked in just the right place. “You look tired.”
Allen’s throat tightened.
Because for a moment—just one blistering moment—it wasn’t a cursed town anymore. It wasn’t blood or dolls or systems or quests.
It was just a memory.
A kitchen.
A warm fire.
And her.
His voice came out low, involuntary. “Grandma…” The old lady reminded him of his late grandma.
She turned. Slowly. With a warm smile that almost broke him.
And walked toward him.
The girls behind him didn’t move. Couldn’t. The warmth was like molasses in their limbs, dragging them into the illusion.
“Allen,” Vivian murmured, uncertain. “What is this?”
He didn’t answer. He took a step forward. Then another.
The old lady reached into her apron.
Jane’s voice snapped like a whip. “Allen! Look out!”
Everything cracked.
Allen blinked—too late.
The knife glinted silver, halfway to his throat.
He moved on instinct.
Steel sang. His blade met the kitchen knife with a shriek of metal and something else—something unclean. The warmth vanished instantly.
The fire went out.
The room darkened.
The rocking chair shattered.
The quilts rotted.
The cups curdled.
And the woman—the grandmother—split open.
Her smile tore into her cheeks. Her eyes hollowed, going black. Her skin melted and twisted like wax left on a burning stove.
Bones snapped, reversed. Her jaw unhinged. The apron fused to her chest, cracking open like a seed. Dozens of black tendrils writhed beneath.
The system hit like a hammer.
[Mini Boss Encounter: Hollow Grandmother – Lv. 260]
Allen hissed through his teeth, blade raised. “Well,” he muttered, “that ruined the mood.”
The Hollow Grandmother shrieked—not high, not low. A layered sound. A sound that felt like a scream pressed through every throat that had ever begged and been ignored.
Shadow poured out of her like oil. It slithered across the walls, split, and stood. Minions.
[Spawn Detected: Memory Shade – Lv. 225]
A dozen of them. Tall, thin. Human-shaped, but wrong. No faces. No fingers—just points.
Bella groaned. “Of course it’s grandma and her little nightmares.”
Jane raised her hands. “I’ll take care of the shades.”
He was already moving.
The Hollow Grandmother lunged at him with arms that didn’t bend like human arms. She moved like a spider. Joints cracking, elbows bending backwards, head twitching with every step. Her knife had twisted into a curved cleaver, still gleaming like kitchenware.
Allen met her in the center of the room, blades clashing. Her speed wasn’t impressive—but her timing was perfect. Every strike was angled like someone who used to cut meat for a living.
“You came back,” she hissed. Her voice was now a choir—his real grandmother’s soft tone layered beneath something deep, guttural. “You left. And now you crawl back in.”
Allen didn’t answer. He pivoted, ducked low, then drove his elbow into her gut. The contact made his bones sting—too solid.
She reeled back, screeched, then swung again.
He parried high, countered low. Slashed at the wrist. Missed. She was already gone—melting into shadow, reappearing behind him.
He twisted, just barely catching her blade on the flat of his own. It screeched across steel, sparks raining.
Behind him, Zoe grabbed a shade and slammed it through the wall. Vivian spun her whip around another’s neck and pulled, tearing it in half.
The Hollow Grandmother laughed. Her neck stretched far too long. Her voice was ragged. “I raised you. I taught you to gut. You learned from me.”
“Wrong grandma,” Allen hissed. “Mine taught me to read.”
He feinted left, slashed right. His sword dug into her shoulder—but no blood. Just smoke. Still, the impact staggered her.
Jane shouted from the hallway, “The shades keep regenerating! They’re not separate—they’re her memories! They’re tied to her will!”
Allen’s blade stopped an inch from her chest. “Then break her mind.”
Larissa grabbed one shade and bit through its neck. Bloodless. It screamed in Allen’s voice. Her face twitched. “Oh. That’s messed up.”
Allen refocused. The Hollow Grandmother’s movements grew faster—more frantic. Her knife spun. Her joints cracked. Her shadows writhed.
He ducked under a sweeping arm and rammed the pommel of his sword into her chin. Her jaw dislocated, but she didn’t fall.
She shrieked. “Why did you kill me?! I did this for you!”
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