Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 571 Vengeful Desires

?Villain Ch 571. Vengeful Desires

"Lady Mei Ling, I'm not your lover. I'm not Lian Feng," Allen asserted, his voice carrying a resolute tone. His gaze remained fixed on Mei Ling's spectral form, unwavering despite the unsettling circumstances.

Mei Ling's once serene expression transformed into one of sorrow. The ethereal glow in her eyes dimmed as her hands dropped to her side. "What are you saying, my love? Have you forgotten your memory? Or… is this the emperor's order? Or the empress dowager's orders?" she questioned, the sadness evident in her voice.

"I said what I had to say. No one can order me around," Allen responded firmly, his words cutting through the eerie atmosphere.

The emotional turmoil within Mei Ling clashed with Allen's steadfast resolve, creating a tense moment in the ancient chamber.The spectral figure of Mei Ling, caught between the echoes of the past and the present reality, seemed suspended in a time-warp of conflicting emotions.

"But if you were someone else, why would you come here?" Mei Ling questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion and frustration.

"I'm a passerby. An adventurer," Allen responded matter-of-factly, maintaining a stoic demeanor.

"I see..." Mei Ling uttered with a tinge of sadness, lowering her head. A melancholic air enveloped her spectral form. "So, in the end, he didn't come to me…" she sobbed, the echoes of sorrow reverberating in the ancient chamber. The weight of unfulfilled longing echoed in her voice.

"Even though what I wanted to hear was his apology, he ultimately never came to me..." Mei Ling lamented, her words laden with the sorrow of unmet expectations. As she spoke, a dark aura seemed to overflow from the depths of the opened coffin, casting an ominous ambiance.

"He never came to me…" Mei Ling repeated, her head completely lowered, veiling her face from Allen's view. The softness in her voice carried the weight of centuries-old despair, painting a poignant picture of a love that never found closure.

The dark aura spilled out of the coffin like an inky cascade, flooding the chamber floor with its shadowy presence. It poured forth with an eerie fluidity, resembling an overflowing water tank that couldn't contain its ominous contents. The room, once dimly lit, now bore witness to an encroaching darkness that seemed to defy the laws of the tomb.

As the black liquid continued its spectral flow, an unsettling sight emerged—the silhouette of dozens hand sculpted from the abyss. Those hands, dark and otherworldly, reached out from the pooled darkness, as though seeking something beyond the confines of the spectral confinement. The tendrils of the dark substance swirled and contorted, coalescing into a form that mirrored the desperation and anguish embedded in Mei Ling's forlorn narrative.

Allen swept his gaze around. 'Did I give the wrong response?' he thought. The realization that his attempt at honesty might have backfired gnawed at him. He had anticipated a different reaction, perhaps a chance to reason with her.

He retreated, Allen's back met the transparent barrier. A quick glance revealed the desperate attempts of the girls to break through, their muffled voices a testament to the insurmountable divide between them. The isolation pressed on him—an unwelcome solitude that seemed to accompany every encounter with Mei Ling.

Then Mei Ling chuckled, echoing through the spectral chamber. Her laughter continued to intensify, taking on a disturbing quality. Suddenly, her mirth transformed into a maniacal outburst. "Khu khu khu---- Ahahahaha!" The chilling echoes reverberated within the confined space. Mei Ling lifted her head, revealing a visage twisted into a grotesque parody of her former self.

The once serene and beautiful Mei Ling had metamorphosed into a nightmarish version of herself. Her laughter subsided, giving way to words that dripped with malice. "You are smarter than I thought. I know you came just to take the treasure. Most people pretend to be my lover to make it easier, and I end up taking them into my coffin. But you… you chose to tell the truth," she sneered, the hideous smile accentuating the ghastly transformation.

Allen's thoughts raced as he grappled with the unnerving reality unfolding before him. The situation had taken an unexpectedly sinister turn, and Mei Ling's intentions seemed more malevolent than ever. Yet, in the midst of the eerie laughter, Allen steeled himself for whatever confrontation lay ahead.

'Oh, my choice is right after all,' thought Allen. Relief washed over him as he pondered the potentially disastrous outcome of hugging Mei Ling.

The notion that the dark aura might have ensnared him, dragging him into the coffin, sent shivers down his spine. He bet it was a kind of "Sudden Death" type quest. One wrong choice, the player would be die. It was common in RPG, but not in VRMMORPG.

However, the victory of his choice was short-lived as a new dilemma presented itself. 'Okay, but the question now is, how to fix this?' Allen mulled over the situation. The encroaching black liquid posed a tangible threat, limiting his mobility and strategic options. Flying offered some respite, but the continuous flow of the ominous substance would eventually impede even that.

Mei Ling's voice, dripping with malevolence, shattered his contemplation. "Wake up, Your Majesty. Kill him for me," she commanded in a tone that resonated with dark authority. The echo of her words added a surreal layer to the already bizarre encounter.

Allen's eyes widened as he comprehend the severity of the situation. Mei Ling's call to an unseen force, perhaps the emperor, signaled an imminent threat. The prospect of facing two formidable foes heightened the stakes.

Awareness of his vulnerability intensified. The barrier confined him, the black liquid threatened to immobilize him, and Mei Ling's ominous invocation hinted at a forthcoming battle. Yet, amidst the challenges, a spark of determination flickered in Allen's eyes.

'Alright, time to figure this out,' he muttered under his breath.

At the same time, with a resounding thud, the lid crashed to the side, emphasizing its weight. From the confines of the coffin emerged an unsettling figure – a corpse, an undead puppet adorned in remnants of imperial opulence. The intricate clothing hinted at a regal past, now reduced to a mere vessel for Mei Ling's lingering fury and remorse.