Capítulo 1884: Forbidden Room
Villain Ch 1884. Forbidden Room
Behind him, the others fought off the smaller shadows—residual wraiths that peeled off the monster’s back like guilt given form. One of them had the face of a toddler with too many teeth. Zoe slammed it into the floor with a tentacle and crushed it without hesitation.
Allen didn’t break stride.
He surged forward, planting a boot on the creature’s midsection and using it as a springboard to leap higher. The fused Greg-mouth snapped at him midair, a perfect spiral of yellowed, parental teeth. Allen shoved his blade straight through it.
The impact made the thing stagger, its mass crashing into the dining table. Rotten food exploded in every direction.
“Shut up,” Allen growled.
The monster writhed, trying to reform. The woman’s torso emerged from the top of it, hovering like a queen on a throne of failure. Her cracked porcelain face leaned forward—blood pouring from the corners of her empty eye sockets.
“You disappointed us,” she croaked.
Allen yanked his sword free, twirled it once in his hand, and stabbed her straight through the chest.
“I’m not here to impress anyone.”
[Critical Strike Registered.]
[Greg the Forsaken – Stability: 4%]
The creature spasmed. Dozens of mouths screamed in chorus.
Jane shouted from across the room, “Now! While it’s destabilizing!”
Allen didn’t wait.
He activated Void Mirage—his body flickering for a brief second as an afterimage peeled away from him like a memory trying to escape.
The illusion darted to the side, drawing the attention of one of the larger limbs.
The real Allen blurred into motion—sliding low, carving through the base of the creature’s legs like he was slicing through wet timber.
The hollow Matron shrieked again—only this time, it sounded like a wail. A final breath before death.
The whole room twisted inward. Gravity warped. The portraits screamed.
And Allen leapt—blade overhead—channeling everything into one downward strike.
“Abyss… SHATTER!”
The sword slammed into the center of the merged beast—right where its hearts should’ve been, if it had any.
The floor split. The sound wasn’t metal or flesh—it was like glass and bone cracking under divine weight.
The system snapped across his vision.
[MINI BOSS DEFEATED: HOLLOW PARENTS – Lv. 280]
[+88,000 EXP]
[Loot Acquired: Binding Vow (Cursed), Hollow Matron’s Jawbone, Fragment of Regret X3, Rusted Wedding Chain (Key Item)]
[Corruption +5%]
The monster convulsed once more.
Then collapsed.
Black sludge spilled outward, soaking into the floorboards and disappearing like ink into paper. The voices stopped.
Finally.
The room sagged with silence.
Allen stood there, breathing slow and heavy. His blade dripped with shadow. His arm ached from the impact. His mind?
Rattled.
He didn’t show it.
Not out loud.
But inside, his heartbeat thundered.
Not from fear.
From fury.
That wasn’t just a boss.
That was his nightmare.
Wrapped up in Elise’s curse.
The memory he thought he’d buried under years of silence and dark jokes.
The “Why can’t you just be normal?”
The “You ruined her future.”
The silence from the woman who should’ve stopped it.
He sheathed his blade.
Alice was the first to speak, casually wiping a black smear from her cheek with one gloved hand. “Well. That was disgusting.”
Jane lowered her hands, the shadows around her dissolving. “And personal.”
Larissa exhaled, stepping around the broken dining table. “That thing had too many mouths.”
“Too many opinions,” Allen muttered. “Same thing.”
The manor didn’t explode.
Didn’t collapse.
Didn’t even shift.
It just stopped.
The candles were out.
The paintings blank.
The room was dead.
Then—
Elise screamed.
Not in the room.
Outside it.
Down the hall.
The sound bounced through the manor like a warning.
Allen didn’t even flinch. He turned toward the source, boots already moving.
The system pinged.
[Quest Updated.]
[Objective: Check on Elise]
He didn’t say anything.
Didn’t need to.
Because his thoughts were loud enough.
Not again.
He pushed open the ruined door, stepping back into the hall where the shadows still writhed.
This nightmare wasn’t over.
Not until the landlord paid too.
Allen didn’t hesitate. He moved like a loaded gun, hair still damp from shadowmist, boots leaving a trail of wet ash across the cracked floorboards. His team followed—a bloody, beautiful parade of killers in motion.
The hallway felt longer than before.
Wider.
Like it had breathed in.
Walls stretched, lights dimmed. Each painting on the wall had bled into pure black.
Then—another scream.
Elise.
High-pitched. Raw. Terrified.
Not the kind of scream you make when you’re hurt. The kind you make when you’ve seen too much.
Allen broke into a run. “Move!”
The corridor shifted with every step. Like they were running through memory. Wallpaper peeled itself back like old skin. Windows slammed open, revealing nothing but fog.
They turned the corner—
And there she was.
Elise.
Standing in the center of a round room.
Pale. Frozen.
Like she didn’t belong.
Like she’d stepped inside the wrong memory and it noticed.
“Elise!” Allen barked.
She blinked. Saw them.
Then turned—
And ran.
Straight past them.
Allen barely moved aside in time. Her shoulder clipped his. She smelled like panic and frost and regret.
As she passed, something slipped from her hand—
A scrap of parchment. Folded.
It fluttered to the ground with a sound too loud for paper. Like it wanted to be heard.
Allen scooped it up.
[Quest Item Acquired: Torn Note – Bride’s Warning]
He read it silently. The handwriting was messy. Smudged with tears. Or maybe something wetter.
“They’re here. The others. The ones before me. He said they left. They didn’t.
I saw their dresses. I saw the walls. The symbols. I don’t understand them.
But I felt them.
I think he loved them.
I think he killed them.
—E”
Allen clenched the note, jaw tight.
His eyes flicked up.
“Elise saw the brides.”
“Brides?” Zoe asked.
Jane tilted her head. “As in plural?”
Allen didn’t smile. “She found what happened to the previous wives.”
“And ran,” Jane muttered.
“She panicked,” he corrected. “Because she realized she was next.”
The girls fell quiet.
Then Jane nodded. “So this room is the forbidden one, right?”
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