Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Capítulo 1875: Faceless Daughter

Villain Ch 1875. Faceless Daughter

The fog hissed as if alive, curling tighter around broken houses and cobbled streets. His boots pressed into wet stone, blood still dripping down the grooves, running into cracks that shouldn’t have been deep enough to drink. Every sense sharpened—the metallic taste thick on his tongue, the sticky damp that clung to his cloak, the smell of mildew and iron filling his nose.

Vivian sidled up to him, her whip coiled lazily around her wrist, red spatter drying across her cheek. Her grin was too sweet, the kind that made players trust her right before she ate them alive.

“That’s why the players said they couldn’t pass the entrance,” she hummed, voice rich with amusement. “They died here. Over and over. Because they didn’t have you.”

Allen glanced at her, smirk still sharp. “Not surprising. They’re players. Heroes. The system doesn’t hand survival to heroes. It sells it to devils.”

Vivian licked her lips, eyes glowing faintly. “Mmm. And you’re the best customer.”

Jane’s voice cut through, flat as stone. She stood a step behind, shadows writhing at her feet. Her hands were black to the wrists. Her eyes locked on the fog, cold and unreadable. “The entrance,” she said. “It’s gone.”

The others turned.

Allen tilted his head. He didn’t need to look to know—because he felt it. The path they’d come through wasn’t there anymore. The forest they’d walked, the wheat fields, the absurd windmill—they’d been eaten. The fog didn’t hide them. It erased them.

Zoe growled low in her throat, tentacles twitching. “She’s right. The road’s gone. I can’t smell the wheat anymore. Just rot.”

Bella’s tails flicked nervously, though her smirk tried to mask it. “Cute. We walked into a painting and now the canvas burned.”

Allen finally turned, glancing back over his shoulder. Where there should’ve been a path, there was only fog. Endless, white-grey, pulsing like a living lung. The silence was too thick, the kind that pressed into the bones.

He smiled. “Good.”

Jane frowned. “Good?”

“Means we can’t run,” Allen said simply. His tone was flat, final. “And when there’s no way back, there’s only forward. No distractions. No cowards. Just one direction. In.”

Larissa let out a low laugh, red-stained lips curling. “You sound like you enjoy being trapped.”

Allen smirked. “Because I am.” He turned forward again, blade resting casually against his shoulder. “We only move deeper. It’s the only play.”

The fog shifted as if it had been waiting for his words. A system ping flickered across all their vision, cold and red.

[Quest Updated.]

[Search for Greg’s adopted daughter.]

[Uncover the truth of the curse.]

Alice twirled her broom like a baton, giggling too brightly for the silence. “Ooooh. A mystery quest! I love these. Always so bloody.”

Shea scoffed, feathers dripping scarlet as she shook her wings out. “You’d love anything bloody.”

Alice winked. “Guilty.”

Vivian leaned closer to Allen again, her nails tracing the edge of his gauntlet. “So… we chase ghosts now? Find the farmer’s invisible daughter? Or do we just set fire to the whole place and see what screams?”

Allen chuckled, low and dark. The sound echoed strangely, the fog carrying it farther than it should. “Both. Burn the streets. Find the girl. Tear apart whatever made this.” His smirk widened, cruel. “One will lead to the other.”

The others fell silent for a moment. Even for them, the air pressed heavy. The cursed town was wrong in a way that scratched at the back of the skull—streets too long, houses bent like broken spines, shadows twitching where nothing moved.

But Allen? He breathed easier here. Peaceful fields suffocated him. This—this was clean.

He stepped forward again. “Move.”

The group followed, eight monsters painted against a world already bleeding. Their footsteps echoed across stone that pulsed damp underfoot, like walking on something that wasn’t just rock.

As they pushed deeper, the town revealed itself in pieces.

A butcher’s shop with knives still dripping though no meat hung.

A tavern door swinging slowly, creaking, though no wind touched it.

A doll sitting in the gutter, face cracked, staring straight at Allen as he passed.

Shea’s voice was tight. “This whole place is watching us.”

Allen’s smirk sharpened. “Good. Let it watch.”

Bella bent to pluck the doll from the gutter. The porcelain was cold, damp, heavier than it should’ve been. She turned it in her hands. “Creepy.” Then she smirked and tossed it into the fog. It didn’t land. Didn’t clatter. Just vanished.

Jane’s voice was colder than usual. “Do not touch anything again.”

Bella flicked her tails. “Oh, relax, priestess. I like to poke the monsters.”

“You’ll poke the wrong one,” Jane said flatly.

Allen chuckled, low. “Then I’ll carve it open.”

They moved further, past buildings that leaned inward like listening giants. Windows glistened with condensation that smelled like rot. The fog pressed closer, and with it came whispers—not words, not clear, but the hiss of voices too many, too faint.

Vivian shivered against Allen’s side, though her grin never faltered. “Mmm. The whispers say they like you.”

Allen tilted his head, listening. The whispers bled through like nails on glass, pressing against the edge of hearing. He couldn’t make out words, but he didn’t need to. He knew the intent. Hunger. Need. Recognition.

“They should,” he said simply.

A shadow moved ahead. The group froze, instincts bristling.

It wasn’t a monster. Not yet. It was small. Human-shaped. Child-sized. Standing in the street, head tilted, hair hanging over its face.

The system pinged.

[Target Located?]

[Unconfirmed: Greg’s Adopted Daughter.]

Alice giggled. “Oh, she’s adorable.”

“She’s bait,” Jane said immediately.

Shea’s feathers flexed, sharp and ready. “Then we cut the bait.”

Allen raised a hand, silencing them. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the figure. It didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. It was just there, waiting.

Then it turned its head, slow, unnatural. And its face—

It didn’t have one. Just smooth skin stretched flat.

Vivian laughed softly, breath hot against Allen’s ear. “Definitely not adorable.”

The system pinged again, cold.

[Spawn Detected: Faceless Daughter – Lv. 260.]

The thing twitched, then screamed. Not with a mouth. With everything. The air tore. Windows shattered. The fog roared.

Allen smirked, his grip tightening on his blade.

“Finally,” he whispered.

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