Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1899

Capítulo 1899: The Bride’s Liberation

Villain Ch 1899. The Bride’s Liberation

Allen didn’t know how long it lasted.

There wasn’t a sense of falling or waking—just stopping.

Then—

Breath.

Cold air hit his face. Damp. Heavy. Forest-scented. The smell of moss and morning dew slid into his lungs like something half-forgotten but strangely grounding. Birdsong fluttered somewhere in the distance. Leaves rustled above, brushing against each other like quiet applause.

Dirt beneath him.

Real dirt.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against pale sunlight leaking through the treetops. The sky overhead was fractured by branches—green, alive, whispering. No smoke. No blood. No screaming walls or shattered glass.

He was lying on his back in the middle of the forest.

The same forest.

The one they had walked into hours—or maybe years—ago.

He sat up, every muscle protesting. His entire body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry in a storm. His ribs ached, his shoulder throbbed where the doctor’s pen had gone in, and his head pulsed like someone had shoved a demon drum inside it.

A groan came from his left.

Vivian. Sprawled half over a rock, whip tangled around her ankle, hair wild. “Okay,” she mumbled, rubbing her face. “Did we win or what?”

“To what?” Zoe’s voice came from a few feet away. She was sitting against a tree, her tentacles limp beside her, dirt streaked across her cheek. “Cursed bridal realm? Because if we did, I’m not celebrating. I already have commitment issues.”

Allen turned slowly, scanning the clearing.

They were all there.

Shea was sitting on the ground, fixing her harp with trembling hands, feathers ruffled and sticking out in odd directions.

Jane sat cross-legged in the dirt, cursing under her breath.

Bella was kicking at a tree root, looking ready to fight it if it looked back. “I’m gonna kill Greg,” she muttered. “All versions of Greg. Even the ones named Gregor.”

Larissa wiped a line of blood from her neck, her expression somewhere between irritation and disbelief. “This is… where we started.”

Alice dropped out of a low branch like a tired cat, floating just enough to not faceplant. “Yup. Greg’s gone. Figures.”

Allen finally stood. His sword was still in his hand, dull edge nicked and scorched. He turned it once, then let it rest against his shoulder. His eyes moved across the clearing, the familiar split in the old trail ahead.

He recognized it instantly.

The same patch of woods where the fog had first rolled in. Where Greg had stood, crying about his missing daughter. Where the cursed town had unfolded from nothing.

But now—

No town.

No haunted hospital. No chapel. No manor. No crooked lampposts or whispering ghosts.

Just forest.

Just sunlight filtering through leaves.

Just birds and the low hum of wind.

As if none of it had ever happened.

Vivian was stretching her back with a groan. “Tell me that wasn’t just a shared hallucination. Because if it was, I want a refund.”

Jane poked at the ground, frowning. “If it was, it had lore. Lots of lore. And trauma.”

Bella folded her arms. “Where’s Elise?”

She said it softly. Like the name itself might pull something from the fog.

Allen didn’t answer.

He didn’t know.

He just stared at the empty clearing where she should’ve been—where she had screamed, cried, and looked at him with that flicker of awareness, the tiny spark of being human again before everything went black.

Nothing remained.

No torn gown. No blood. No veil.

Just trees and dirt and sun and silence.

Then—

A sound.

Something swift moving through the air. A cold wind whipping through the trees, bending branches all in one direction.

Every one of them turned their heads.

At the far edge of the clearing, the fog returned. Thin at first. Then thicker. It rolled out between the trunks like an old memory trying to claw its way back into reality.

And within that fog—

A shape.

Elise.

Or something that looked like her shadow.

Still tall. Still terrible. Still wearing that wedding gown that didn’t belong to any world. Her form shimmered like oil on water, half-there, half-not.

They could hear it before they saw it clearly—her sobbing.

Soft. Choked. Distant.

Then it faded.

The shape broke apart into fog and mist and light—then was gone.

“…She’s gone,” Allen said finally.

His voice didn’t sound triumphant. Didn’t sound relieved.

It just sounded tired.

Zoe slumped down beside him, tentacles curling lazily. “Gone like… gone gone? Or like ‘still watching us from some cursed mirror’ gone?”

Allen exhaled. “Both.”

Nobody argued.

The wind shifted then—cold again. The kind of chill that didn’t belong in daylight. The leaves whispered like gossip, like secrets still left unfinished.

A line appeared—smaller, quieter.

[Time Discrepancy Detected.]

[Chrono-Space Normalized.]

[Returning to System Standard.]

The system flickered to life in their vision, one by one.

[Quest Complete!]

[Main Quest: “The Seventh Wedding” has been cleared.]

[Boss Defeated: The Hollow Bride – Elise Velladine.]

[Reward: +3 Levels.]

[You received Cursed Veil of the Bride (rare) 1 ea and 100,000 Coins.]

[Bonus Objective Achieved: Witness the Bride’s Liberation.]

The notifications blinked, then faded.

Everyone looked at each other.

Alice tilted her head. “It’s back. The formatting,” Alice said. “The announcements. The structure. It’s… normal again.”

Jane frowned. “Like before the town.”

“Yeah.” Vivian brushed some dirt off her chest and squinted at her own HUD. “I thought they updated it.”

Allen’s expression didn’t change. “No. Not an update.”

They all looked at him.

“It was never broken,” he said. “It just wasn’t ours. We were in a dream.”

That made everyone quiet.

The forest wind passed through again, stirring the leaves, lifting hair, cooling the sweat that had stuck to their necks since the fight.

Shea’s voice was the first to break the silence, softer this time. “You think… she wanted us to win?”

Allen’s jaw clenched slightly. “I think she wanted to stop hurting.”

No one replied.

A bird called from high up in the branches, sharp and clear—like it didn’t care about cursed weddings or dead brides or ghost towns.

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