Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1082: Catfished!

Villain Ch 1082. Catfished!

Shea raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. "Help her? In a cursed monastery filled with undead monks and Guardians? I don't think this is the kind of place where mercy gets you very far."

Vivian glanced at Bella. "Still, Bella might be right. If this curse is tied to her, maybe it's not about defeating her, but understanding what happened. We've seen that in other games, where a boss isn't always something we need to kill."

Larissa sighed. "But we don't know what she is, or what role she plays in this whole thing. For all we know, her sadness could be what's keeping this entire place cursed."

Allen raised his hand, signaling for silence. "Shh, quiet, guys." His eyes were locked on the pavilion ahead, his gaze sharp and focused. Through the shadows cast by the crumbling pillars and half-open roof, he caught a glimpse of movement.

The girls followed Allen's gaze, their expressions turning serious. They saw it too—a shadow shifting near the altar. It moved with a mindless rhythm, pacing back and forth in the dim light, the sound of soft whispering drifting toward them in the cold air. Whatever was waiting for them at the top was certainly something dangerous.

Without a word, they all moved cautiously up the steps, their senses heightened and their weapons at the ready. The pavilion loomed above them, and the higher they climbed, the clearer the shadow became. The tension in the air was thick, the haunting melody of the woman's song still lingering, but now mixed by the eerie whispers coming from the shadow.

They reached the top of the steps, and as the space above came into full view, they all stopped. Confusion flickered across their faces as they took in the scene before them.

The pavilion was dome-shaped, with tall stone pillars supporting what remained of the roof. Large portions of it had collapsed, leaving it half open to the sky. In the center of the pavilion stood a massive, crumbling altar, its surface covered in broken relics and shattered ceremonial tools.

But what drew their attention most was the large cage in front of the altar, shaped like an oversized birdcage. It was old and rusted, the metal bars bent and twisted as if something had tried to force its way out.

But there was no woman inside. No singer, no musician. Instead, an undead creature in a tattered priest's robe was pacing around the cage. His face was grotesquely damaged, half of his jaw missing, and his eyes gleamed with madness. In his skeletal hand, he held a long whip, which he swung aimlessly through the air.

"Stop singing... The ceremony hasn't started yet," the creature whispered, his voice raspy and broken. He repeated the phrase over and over again, his whip cracking the air in a senseless rhythm, as if trying to silence a song only he could hear.

Cursed High Priest Zorath (Boss Monster) <Level 146>

The sight of the creature unnerved the group. This wasn't what they had expected. The sad melody they had heard below had painted the image of a trapped singer, someone broken by the curse. But this… this was different. The Cursed High Priest looked nothing like the ethereal singer they had been led to believe was behind the haunting melody.

Bella frowned, her fox ears twitching in frustration. "That's him? The one causing all this?" Her disbelief was clear.

Alice, her hands resting on her hips, stared at the pacing creature with a mixture of disbelief and irritation. "Why do I feel catfished?" she muttered. "We were following this sad, beautiful voice, expecting some tragic, otherworldly singer, and instead, we got this—a mad undead priest swinging a whip like a deranged choir conductor."

"Pftt, a deranged choir conductor," Larissa repeated with a sniffled laugh.

Jane nodded in agreement, her usual enthusiasm dulled by the disappointment. "Yeah, I feel the same way. I was picturing some lonely maiden singing in solitude, waiting for her prince or knight to save her." She pointed at the undead priest, her lips curving in a frown. "But this? This is what we found?"

The humor in her voice was tinged with frustration, and the others couldn't help but share her sentiment. They had been lured by the song, deceived by its melancholy beauty.

Vivian crossed her arms and shook her head. "Told you not to trust anything in a cursed place like this. Nothing is ever what it seems. The song, the clues—they were all just distractions. This whole place is designed to mess with your head."

But as the haunting melody continued to drift through the pavilion, Allen's expression hardened. He wasn't convinced. There was something more going on here, something that the others hadn't yet pieced together. His eyes remained fixed on Zorath, watching the way the creature swung his whip in time with the music.

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"I don't think he's the source," Allen whispered, his voice low but resolute. "Look at him. He's completely lost in his madness. There's no way he's behind all of this, but he's connected to it. Look at the way he keeps saying 'stop singing.' He's not the one singing. He's trying to silence whoever is."

Zoe narrowed her eyes at the scene. "But the song hasn't stopped. We're still hearing it." Her gaze flicked toward the cage in front of the altar. "Maybe the real source is locked up in there? He could be trying to keep it contained."

Shea glanced at the cage. "That thing is huge."

Jane smirked and gestured toward the rusted cage. "Honestly, that thing looks more like something from a strip club. Like strippers in a cage stuff. Maybe they tried to pull that kind of ceremony and the Gods got mad."

The group turned to Jane, a mix of disbelief and amusement on their faces. Even Allen raised an eyebrow, though he quickly shifted his focus back to the pacing undead priest.

"Seriously, Jane?" Bella said, shaking her head as she cringed at the mental image.

Jane glanced at them, unapologetic. "What? I'm just stating my honest opinion. I mean, look at it! That's not exactly a holy relic, is it?"

Allen cut the conversation short. "Concentrate. Prepare to engage."