Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 787. The One Who Panics Will Die First

Bored Hunter’s nerves were frayed, his gaze flickering nervously over the rows of tombstones that surrounded them. The oppressive atmosphere of the cemetery seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders, and he couldn’t help but voice his concerns to Allen, his voice tinged with a mixture of fear and frustration.

“You never watch horror films or what?” Bored Hunter’s voice was tinged with disbelief as he turned to Allen, seeking some semblance of reassurance in his calm demeanor. “How do you stay so calm in a place like this?”

Allen met Bored Hunter’s gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well,” he began, his voice laced with playful teasing, “we have two priests here, don’t we?” He gestured towards Father^Alex and Greatest Healer with a subtle nod of his head. “Evil spirits shouldn’t be a problem for them. They can perform exorcisms if we need them.

Don’t worry about it.”

Bored Hunter’s jaw dropped in disbelief, his expression a mix of incredulity and cringe. “That’s not the point,” he protested, his voice trembling with unease. “How could you joke in a place like this?”

Azura with a cryptic warning, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you,” she said, her index finger pressed against her lips in a gesture of hushed secrecy. “In horror films, usually the one who panics will die first.” Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Bored Hunter’s voice quivered with fear as he voiced his distress, his words tinged with a hint of desperation. “Then let me die,” he whimpered, his tone laced with anguish. “If I died, I wouldn’t want to come back to this place.”

Arcana shot Bored Hunter a sidelong glance, his expression a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation. “If you don’t mind dying, why are you afraid then?” he teased, a playful smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Bored Hunter’s lips pressed into a tight line, his brows furrowed in frustration as he struggled to come up with a response. Unable to find a suitable retort, he let out a gruff grunt of annoyance, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Red_King’s voice cut through the tension, his words firm and resolute. “Stop whining and get going,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Who knows, there might be treasure in this place. Ghosts and undead like to store treasures in their graves.”

Bored Hunter’s eyes widened in realization, a sudden spark of excitement igniting within him as he remembered the tales of hidden treasures buried within ancient tombs. “Oh, you’re right!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with newfound enthusiasm. “Maybe we can find something here and get rich!”

Greatest Healer shook his head with a weary sigh, his expression one of resigned acceptance. “I will expect a horror experience rather than treasure,” he muttered, his voice tinged with a sense of resignation.

Azura and Allen shared a quiet chuckle at Greatest Healer’s remark.

However, Arcana’s warning served as a sobering reminder of the dangers that lurked within the shadows. “Expect ambush,” Arcana cautioned, his voice low and serious.

They walked deeper into the cemetery. The eerie silence was broken only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet, adding to the unsettling atmosphere of the place.

Allen’s mind raced with thoughts and theories about the cemetery’s origin and purpose. He had always been intrigued by the lore and backstory of the game world, and this place seemed to hold a story just waiting to be uncovered.

However, the lack of information or clues only added to the mystery, leaving him to wonder if this was all part of a larger narrative or simply a forgotten corner of the game world. The cemetery seemed to stretch on endlessly, with no clear path or destination in sight.

The howling of the wind through the gnarled trees echoed ominously, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Each step seemed to reverberate with a sense of foreboding, as if the very ground beneath them held secrets too dark to imagine.

The whispering sound that drifted through the air, its source impossible to pinpoint. It seemed to emanate from the very shadows themselves, weaving its way into their minds like tendrils of creeping dread.

Despite their expectations of encountering undead or spectral apparitions, the cemetery remained eerily still. No hands clawed their way out of the ground, no ghostly figures materialized before their eyes. It was as if the very essence of the place conspired to keep its secrets hidden, teasing them with glimpses of the unknown while withholding the full extent of its horrors.

Each passing moment only served to heighten the tension, as the group found themselves on edge, waiting for the next sign of danger to reveal itself.

Arcana’s gaze swept over the eerie surroundings, his brow furrowed in thought. “I thought we would meet more monsters here, but I was wrong,” he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of unease.

Red_King nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the shadowed pathways ahead. “Yeah, I thought the same thing. It’s strange…”

Azura’s voice cut through the tense silence, her tone reflective. “Is this place some kind of player sanctuary or respawn point? Where can they gather and heal themselves?” she pondered aloud, her words echoing off the crumbling tombstones.

Allen considered her words thoughtfully, his expression thoughtful as he mulled over the possibilities. “I don’t think so,” he replied, his voice carrying a note of uncertainty. “If this place is for that, then they should put some kind of checkpoint or maybe an NPC to sell potions or something.”

Father^Alex’s keen eyes caught something in the distance, and he pointed ahead. “NPC like that?” he suggested, drawing the group’s attention to a figure standing amidst the gravestones.

Their footsteps slowed as they approached, wary of the mysterious NPC that awaited them. Once they drew closer, the figure resolved into the form of an old man, his weathered face illuminated by the soft glow of nearby torches.

The old man’s presence seemed out of place amidst the desolate cemetery.

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