Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1069: It Wasn’t Me

Villain Ch 1069. It Wasn't Me

They ventured deeper. The air grew colder and thicker. The massive stone structure was crumbling in places, with jagged cracks running up the walls and debris scattered across the floor. Broken bookshelves lined the hallways, with old, decaying tomes spilling out. Prayer rooms lay in disarray, their once-sacred spaces now filled with cursed energy.

They passed through grand dining halls, with long tables covered in dust, and rest chambers that still held the remnants of the undead monks and priests who had once lived here. Faded crests and torn banners hung from the walls, hinting at the former grandeur of the place.

Jane was the first to break the silence. Her voice echoed slightly in the vast, crumbling chamber. "I don't get it," she said, her tone confused. "Why does this place have both priests and monks? They're supposed to follow different faiths, right? Why are they all here, in one monastery?"

Vivian nodded in agreement. "I've been wondering the same thing. Priests and monks shouldn't belong to the same order. This place makes no sense. What happened here?"

Larissa, walking just ahead of them, glanced around the decayed walls and broken banners. "Maybe it has something to do with whatever catastrophe occurred in this place," she speculated. "The crests and banners are from different orders, different faiths. It's like they were brought here for something... maybe a ritual, or something darker."

Zoe's voice was low and thoughtful. "It's possible this place wasn't always like this. Maybe there was a time when these monks and priests were united, trying to combat something together. But something went wrong, something cursed them all."

Jane frowned, her necromancer instincts kicking in. "If that's true, whatever they were fighting must've been more powerful than all of them combined. You don't get cursed priests and monks without some serious dark magic involved."

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As if on cue, the girls turned towards Allen. Their gazes filled with accusation.

Allen cringed. "Hopefully, it wasn't me," he stated.

Shea chimed in with a smirk. "Or they just weren't very good at their jobs. Maybe they were the worst of the worst, so they got cursed as punishment."

Alice, walking next to Bella, snickered at Shea's suggestion. "Yeah, maybe they were the rejects. Failed their priesthood exams or something. Now they're stuck here for all eternity, getting slashed by us."

Bella grinned. "That would explain a lot. You know, like those dining rooms we saw earlier? I bet they were just throwing the worst dinner parties ever, and the gods were like, 'Nope, cursed for life.'"

Alice laughed. "Or maybe they were just terrible cooks. 'What, this stew tastes like dirt? CURSE YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY!'"

The group chuckled at the random theories.

Allen smiled at their jokes but remained focused on the strange atmosphere of the dungeon. "It could be something darker, though," he mused, his voice cutting through the laughter. "What if they were trying to summon something? These symbols don't just belong to different faiths—they look like they were intentionally combined.

Maybe they were trying to bring something into the world, and it didn't go as planned."

Vivian's expression darkened at Allen's suggestion. "A summoning gone wrong?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the broken crests on the walls. "That would explain why they're all cursed. Maybe they tried to summon a god or a demon, and instead, they got cursed themselves."

Larissa's eyes gleamed with interest. "That makes sense. These orders could've been united by a common goal—trying to harness something more powerful than any one faith could control. But what went wrong? What could they have summoned that cursed them all like this?"

Zoe looked around at the broken banners and shattered altars. "What could it be…?" she mused, her voice trailing off in thought.

The girls turned to Allen, their gazes filled with accusation like before.

Allen smiled dryly. "Once again, I hope it wasn't me."

Jane, her eyes bright with mischief, grinned and stepped forward dramatically. "But it could be," she said, her voice low and filled with theatrical flair. "Think about it, Allen. The summoning went wrong. What they were trying to call upon was a god—something pure, something holy—but instead, they reached too far.

Instead of summoning a benevolent deity, they tore open the fabric of reality and pulled you, the Devil Emperor himself, from the deepest pits of Hell!"

Allen rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of amusement in his expression. 'Here we go again,' he thought dryly.

Jane wasn't finished. She raised her arms dramatically as if casting a spell, her eyes gleaming. "The magic was so powerful, so destructive, that it ripped away everything! The monks and priests, desperate to undo their mistake, tried to contain you—but they failed, and their souls were cursed for all eternity!"

Shea snorted. "Yeah, and now we're here, finishing what they started."

Vivian smirked. "I don't know. I kind of like the idea of Allen being some lost, cursed god summoned by accident. It adds a certain flair to his title."

Zoe raised an eyebrow. "If that's the case, then what were they trying to summon in the first place? If it wasn't Allen, what could've been so powerful that they all banded together to summon it?"

Bella grinned. "Maybe they were trying to summon the ultimate god of the gods and got Allen by mistake. Oops."

Alice snickered. "Imagine their disappointment. 'We wanted a holy being of light, but instead, here's the ruler of Hell.' Must've been a real letdown."

Allen shook his head, unable to suppress a grin at their playful banter. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Vivian's smirk widened. "You've got to admit, Allen, it does fit the narrative. Maybe we should start calling you the 'Accidental God of Chaos' instead of the Devil Emperor."

Just as their laughter filled the room, the sound of a woman's scream pierced the air, cutting through the lighthearted conversation. It was a sound filled with both fear and fury—raw, primal, and echoing from deep within the monastery.

Everyone froze, their weapons ready, their senses on high alert.