Novel Full Chapter 1787: Mirrors [Part 1]
Chapter 1787: Mirrors [Part 1]
Villain Ch 1787. Mirrors [Part 1]
They moved, crossing the final length of the outpost like they were walking into the center of some forgotten ritual. The air was still tainted—quiet, yet thick. Not with rot or smoke… but with intention.
They pushed through a rotted wooden door—slowly, just in case.
But what greeted them wasn’t a boss arena.
It was silence.
Emptiness.
A whole stone chamber with branching rooms, torches that didn’t burn, and dust that didn’t stir.
No monsters.
No cursed villagers.
No final warning or red glow.
Just… nothing.
Jane scanned around slowly. “Okay, I know I’m not the only one thinking this—but is this quest bugged?”
Bella peeked through one of the doorways. “I mean… there’s literally nothing here. No monsters. No loot chests. No bosses hiding behind ominous statues.”
Shea tried a scan spell—nothing pinged. “Deadzone,” she confirmed. “No signatures. No enemies. Not even system feedback.”
Alice tilted her head. “If it’s a mistake, it’s a really elegant one.”
Vivian glanced around. “Either that, or the devs are trolling us hard.”
But Allen wasn’t speaking.
He stood still near the back wall, his head slightly tilted like he was listening to something they couldn’t hear.
Then—
“I hear something,” he said quietly.
That got their attention.
They all fell silent again, and Allen moved. Not fast. Not dramatic. Just… drawn. Like something was pulling at him through the stone.
He found the door. Touched it.
And it opened itself.
Beyond it was a new chamber.
And this one felt different.
The moment they stepped inside, they all stopped.
Mirrors.
Lining the walls.
Curved around the ceiling.
Even the floor shimmered faintly, catching and warping their reflections.
Larissa stepped in slowly, eyes narrowed. “This is it. Boss chamber.”
Bella exhaled. “Yeah. It’s gotta be. The energy here’s… dense.”
The group moved cautiously—until they crossed the center.
Then—
Everything changed.
It wasn’t a teleport.
It wasn’t a spell.
It was like a blink.
One heartbeat, they were together.
The next, Vivian stood alone.
The room hadn’t changed.
The mirrors were still there.
But the others were gone.
She turned in a slow circle. “Guys?”
Nothing.
No answer.
Her heart picked up just a bit—not fear, not yet—but tension. The kind that crept up your spine when a game decided to isolate you for dramatic effect.
Typical.
“Oh. This is that kind of quest.”
Her voice echoed back to her in the mirror—a softer, older echo.
Vivian’s whip slithered into her palm as she stepped forward, steps light but sure. She wasn’t the type to panic. Especially not now.
She was stronger. Faster. Smarter than she’d been when she first started.
But still—
She paused.
Because something in the mirror caught her breath.
It was her.
But not as she was now.
Not the confident succubus draped in black-red armor and wrapped in power.
This was her original avatar. When she got this avatar after she finished the training ground tutorial.
Vivian stepped closer, the reflection sharpening as she did.
And then—
The voice came.
Not loud.
Not harsh.
Just… there.
“Why did you come here?”
Vivian didn’t answer.
Not with her mouth.
But her mind—oh, her mind went there.
Back to when it started.
Back when she saw an ad for Hell’s Gate.
She hadn’t been looking for a game.
Not really.
She’d been bored. Lonely.
Tired of dating apps, tired of filtered lies, tired of pretending she gave a damn about surface-level relationships.
She’d clicked on the ad because the character models were nice and cosplayable. That was it.
Nothing deeper.
Just curiosity.
But the game had pulled her in.
Not with graphics. Not with story.
With him.
At first, she’d thought Allen was an NPC.
A quest giver.
Maybe a unique dungeon trigger.
He just existed.
With this strange, cold magnetism that tugged at her in a way no real guy had in months.
Vivian remembered the first time she met him—
She’d honestly thought he was a premium-tier NPC.
But no… He was real.
And somehow, that made it worse.
Vivian had always played the game for a distraction.
She just wanted someone who’d hold her when she lost it. Someone who could take the heat without crumbling.
She hadn’t expected to find that in a damn video game.
She reached out to her reflection, fingertips brushing glass.
Her original avatar stared back—less refined, smaller horns, brighter eyes.
She’d been searching. Back then, she hadn’t known what for.
Now she did.
—-
Across the shattered dimensions of the mirror maze, in a chamber tinted like sunlight on steel—
Shea exhaled softly. Her ears twitched. Eyes locked to the mirror in front of her.
She hated quests like this.
“Always so goddamn introspective,” she muttered, trying to sound annoyed. But her voice was too quiet. Too full of… something else.
She remembered when Zoe downloaded the game for her.
“Loosen up, mom,” her daughter said.
Shea snorted at the memory.
But she played. Out of boredom at first. Then curiosity.
And then—
Allen.
Younger. Reckless. Yet he could dominated her.
When he smiled at her like she was fun—like she was someone worth teasing, worth bantering with—she cracked.
He flirted, but not to flatter her.
He challenged her. Seduced her one second, cold to her the next.
And somewhere in the middle of raids and sarcastic banter, she started to crave him.
“I wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone,” she whispered, resting her forehead against the glass.
“I was supposed to… just be better than everyone else.”
But Allen made her feel.
And she hadn’t felt alive in years.
—-
Zoe’s maze was filled with deep blue light, the kind that always reminded her of ocean floors. Cold. Quiet. Beautiful.
Her reflection in the glass wasn’t the Kraken Queen now.
It was… the girl she used to be.
Smaller. Simpler.
Following close behind her mother—always one step back, always just out of the spotlight.
Shea had been everything Zoe couldn’t seem to catch up to.
Gorgeous, powerful, ruthless in business.
Shea could walk into a boardroom and bend it to her will with a glance and a perfectly tailored suit.
Zoe?
She’d always felt like the afterthought.
Not because her mother made her feel small.
But because Shea’s presence filled every room.
There wasn’t much space left after that.
People looked at Shea and saw power.
They looked at Zoe and saw potential.
Something to mold. Something to compare.
And she hated it.
Until Allen.
He didn’t see her as Shea’s daughter.
Didn’t measure her against anyone else.
He saw Zoe.
Awkward. Trying too hard sometimes.
But trying.
Fighting.
Real.
Someone finally gave her space to exist.
Not as someone’s shadow.
Not as someone’s sidekick.
But as her own.
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