Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 902 Smell Like A Dumpster

Villain Ch 902. Smell Like A Dumpster

In the dimly lit corridors of the second basement, Allen's companions moved with practiced ease. The cave's monotonous scenery seemed even more boring without Allen's presence to liven things up. The atmosphere was damp and heavy, the air thick with the scent of earth and decay. Flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the rough walls, making the place feel even more claustrophobic.

Bella led the way. Her fireballs glowed faintly, hovering around her, providing additional light to cut through the darkness. Zoe walked beside her, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings with her tentacles wriggled around her. Shea moved with a fluid grace, her blade feathers ready for any sudden attack. Vivian, Larissa, Alice, and Jane followed closely.

They passed by at least twenty insect carcasses strewn about the cave floor. These medium-sized creatures, resembling oversized fleas, were known for their deadly poison. The girls had dealt with them efficiently.

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Each carcass had yielded glittering rainbow shells, their iridescent surfaces catching the light and shimmering beautifully even in the dim cave. These shells were a crucial material for crafting powerful magic-based weapons, making them highly sought after by players. The girls had collected a substantial amount, their inventories now filled with valuable items.

"Too bad Allen's not here to see this," Vivian remarked, her voice echoing slightly in the cavern. "He'd love the loot from these monsters."

Zoe nodded, her expression serious. "Yeah, but I'm more concerned about him right now. That mini-boss sounded intense."

"Yeah, Allen should have been here by now," Alice remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of concern. "It's been more than five minutes since he last chatted."

"I wonder if he's having trouble," Bella mused, her tone a mix of curiosity and worry.

"He should be here soon," Shea said confidently. "He said it himself that he succeeded in killing the mini-boss. Common monsters shouldn't be a problem for him."

Zoe nodded in agreement, though her brow furrowed slightly. "I agree. But five minutes is a bit too long. I'm a little worried."

Larissa, who had been quietly observing the surroundings, spoke up. "I think we should check it out. You know, just in case."

Jane chimed in, her voice steady but concerned. "Yeah, I agree. We can't just wait around here forever."

The group exchanged glances, a silent consensus forming among them. They knew Allen was a skilled player, but the thought of him facing unforeseen dangers alone was enough to spur them into action.

"Alright, let's backtrack a bit and see if we can find him," Bella decided, taking the lead once more. The others fell into step behind her, their senses on high alert.

They retraced their steps, the eerie silence of the dungeon growing more oppressive with each passing moment. The torchlight flickered weakly, casting long, wavering shadows on the stone walls.

It wasn't long before a foul stench began to permeate the air, growing stronger with each step they took. It was an unmistakable smell, putrid and overwhelming, yet still faint enough to be perplexing.

Vivian sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Do you guys smell that?" she asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

Shea nodded, her expression mirroring Vivian's. "Yeah. We didn't smell this before."

Zoe, her senses on high alert, paused and tilted her head, listening intently. "Do you guys hear that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The group fell silent, their ears straining to catch any sound. Gradually, the faint noise of footsteps became discernible, growing louder as they listened. The sound was rhythmic and steady, a clear contrast to the erratic movements of the dungeon's monsters.

Larissa frowned, her brows knitting together in concentration. "It doesn't sound like monster footsteps."

Bella, her face a mix of curiosity and caution, added, "Yeah, it sounds like human steps."

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Alice offered another possibility. "Or humanoid monster steps."

Jane's frown deepened, her voice uncertain as she said, "It sounds like Allen's footsteps, but what's with the smell?"

Larissa's eyes widened slightly as a thought occurred to her. "Maybe... a mimic monster that could copy Allen's appearance?"

They exchanged worried glances, the idea of facing a creature that could mimic one of their own sending chills down their spines.

"We need to be careful," Vivian said, her voice firm. "Let's move forward but stay on guard."

They continued their cautious advance, the foul stench growing more potent with each step. The sound of footsteps grew louder, echoing off the dungeon walls in a haunting rhythm. The torchlight flickered ominously, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation of an unseen threat.

Once they rounded the corner, the figure ahead came into view. At first, the flickering torch light made it hard to discern, casting long shadows that obscured its features. But the silhouette was unmistakably familiar. The form, the posture—it looked just like Allen.

Immediately, the group tensed, weapons at the ready. They took defensive stances and prepared for an ambush.

"Stay back," Shea warned, her voice steady but filled with caution.

The figure took a hesitant step forward, and as it moved into the light, the foul stench intensified, making them all wince. The slime-covered figure raised its hands in a placating gesture.

"Guys, it's me!" the figure called out, the voice unmistakably Allen's.

They paused, their weapons still at the ready, but now tempered with hesitation. The light fell fully on the figure, revealing Allen's devil emperor avatar, covered head to toe in a thick, slimy substance that reeked so badly it made them gag.

"Allen?" Zoe asked, her voice a mix of relief and incredulity. "Is that really you?"

Allen nodded, his expression one of frustration and mild embarrassment. "Yes, it's me. I had a run-in with the Dreadworm Overlord and got... well, you can see."

The group lowered their weapons but didn't relax completely. The stench was overpowering, and the sight of Allen's usually imposing avatar coated in such a disgusting substance was unsettling.

Jane took a cautious step forward, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "What happened? You look... awful."

Allen sighed, shaking his head. "After I killed the Dreadworm Overlord, it exploded. This is what's left of that encounter."