Novel Full Chapter 1775: I’m Better Than You
Chapter 1775: I’m Better Than You
Villain Ch 1775. I’m Better Than You
They rounded the next bend and stopped—not because they wanted to, but because the space ahead opened into something vast.
The last chamber.
It wasn’t like the rest of the factory-ice mess. This place was huge, domed like a cathedral but made from both realities jammed together—massive frozen columns wrapped in brass pipes, gears embedded in ice like fossils, stained glass windows flickering between holy scenes and corrupted lines of code.
The floor was a jagged mosaic—half snow-slick marble, half scorched steel plating, steam vents hissing between the cracks.
And at the far end…
Something pulsed.
A throne—or what was left of one—sat atop a dais, its shape constantly glitching between gothic stone and industrial scaffolding. Wires and icicles hung from it like banners, and in its center, a core of raw light beat like a heart.
The static voice lowered to a growl.
“You shouldn’t have come here…”
Bella flicked a spark from her fingertips, her eyes narrow. “Oh, I’m so over this haunted factory crap.”
Zoe’s tentacles writhed lazily at her sides, but her eyes were locked on the core. “Feels like the source.”
Jane’s smirk was thin and cold. “And when you kill the source…”
“It all crashes down,” Larissa finished, rolling her shoulders.
Allen’s fingers flexed around his sword hilt. “Then let’s end it.”
They started forward, boots crunching on ice, clanging on steel. The sound echoed up into the domed ceiling, bouncing between the glitching walls until it felt like a hundred footsteps instead of seven.
The temperature shifted with every step—one moment the air burned like steam, the next it stabbed like winter. Allen’s skin prickled from the sudden changes, but his eyes never left that pulsing throne.
The voice tried one last time to intimidate them.
“I will bury you here…”
“Try,” Allen muttered.
They were halfway across when the chamber convulsed. The floor rippled, steel plates popping up at random angles, ice shards spearing from the marble like teeth.
And then the core flared.
Light bled out across the chamber in a violent pulse, painting the walls in shifting colors—sickly green, deep crimson, cold blue—all flickering like a corrupted video feed. The hum in the air deepened into a bass growl that Allen felt more in his bones than in his ears.
Shapes began to form in that light. Not monsters this time. Not glitch-beasts or warped constructs.
People.
One by one, the forms stepped out of the glare, solidifying into familiar shapes—familiar faces.
The girls.
Shea. Larissa. Bella. Alice. Zoe. Jane. Vivian.
All of them. But wrong.
Their skin was a little too smooth. Their eyes a little too glassy. Movements sharp and mechanical, not natural. They stood in perfect stillness, their expressions blank.
Definitely AI-controlled.
The silence that followed was heavier than before. The sound of the gears above seemed to fade away, as if the whole chamber was holding its breath.
And then he appeared.
A shadow moved behind the clones, stepping into the light.
Allen felt his own chest tighten—not out of fear, but out of pure recognition.
It was him.
The Devil Emperor. His own avatar. Same stance, same black armor streaked with infernal red, same long blade at his hip. But the eyes weren’t his. They burned with a different malice.
No… this one wasn’t blank. This wasn’t an AI bot.
This was the hacker—fully inhabiting Allen’s own form.
The clone looked him over, head tilted, then pointed a gauntleted finger directly at him.
“You…” The voice was Allen’s—deep, sharp-edged—but twisted with the hacker’s inflection. “You’re winning because you have that special avatar. Because the dev team props you up. If not…” The clone’s eyes narrowed into razor slits. “…you’d be just like the rest. A regular player. Weak. Replaceable.”
Allen didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
Behind him, Kafra’s voice cut in through, urgent and sharp. “That’s it! This is perfect—keep him talking! The longer you hold him, the faster we can pinpoint his real location and send people to catch him!”
Jane stepped forward before Allen could answer. “How dare you talk to him like that!” Her voice cracked like a whip through the frozen air. “He earned that avatar. He didn’t just get it handed to him—he deserves it!”
The Devil Emperor clone chuckled—a dark, hollow sound. “Spoken like a good little fangirl.”
Shea’s wings twitched, and her gaze locked coldly on her duplicate. “You talk too much for someone who needs other people’s faces just to feel strong.”
The clone sneered, tilting its head just enough to mock them. “Oh, I’m strong enough on my own. But why waste the effort when I can turn your own weapons against you?”
Allen finally stepped forward, his boots crunching across frost and steel. “You’re pretty confident for someone who’s about to get deleted.”
The clone’s mouth curved into a smirk Allen knew all too well. “Oh yeah? I’m better than you. And I’ll prove it.”
Without looking back, the clone raised a hand—and the girls’ duplicates moved.
Instantly.
Like puppets with their strings yanked, each clone snapped into a combat stance, mirroring their real counterparts down to the smallest detail. No hesitation. No warning.
“Take them,” the hacker’s voice echoed. “Break them.”
The floor seemed to tighten under Allen’s boots, like the whole chamber had locked into a duel arena.
And then—it all exploded into motion.
Shea’s clone lunged first, feathers slicing the air like blades, her harp materializing in her hands mid-dive. The real Shea caught the first strike with a burst of wind magic, the clash sending ripples of frost through the air.
Larissa’s double unleashed a wave of blood spears, forcing her real self to melt into a swarm of bats before reappearing behind her and countering with a crimson whip crack.
Bella and Alice were already locked in a chaotic dance with their own shadows—lightning against lightning, shadow against shadow. Sparks and darkness crashed together so violently it rattled the frozen pillars.
Zoe’s duplicate summoned a massive wall of water, forcing her real self to conjure a kraken tentacle to slam it apart.
Jane’s shadow-self was the most unsettling—smiling faintly as she summoned skeletons, mirroring her every incantation like a reflection in a cursed mirror.
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