Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 913. You Threw It As If You Have A Personal Problem With It!

"What made the developer think this was a good idea? I'm not sure someone would buy it," Allen said, frustration evident in his voice. His brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend the absurdity of the situation. "This is just wrong on so many levels," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shea responded, "I'm sure there is someone who would. I mean, it's not common, but rare is still rare."

Jane cringed visibly. "And I must remind you, there are a lot of fetishes in this world. You never know."

Allen sighed in frustration. "I get it, but we are talking about a head here." He closed the description and, with a resigned expression, touched the head icon. The severed head materialized in his hand, its grotesque features unmistakable. He raised it in his palm, turning it slightly so everyone could see.

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"I mean, it's still a severed head," he said, his voice carrying a note of complaint. His eyes sought out the girls, hoping for some shared understanding of the absurdity.

But the girls' reactions only deepened his discomfort. Their eyes were not on him but fixed on the head with expressions of sheer disgust and horror.

"Uh… Allen. The mouth is moving," Jane said, pointing at the head.

Allen frowned, his confusion growing. "Huh?" he said, trying to understand what she was saying. He had never heard of an item that moved before. He turned the head to face him, and the blushing face became clearer, as if it expected something from him. The 'O' shaped mouth moved in a sucking motion, mimicking an obscene act.

"…"

The awkward silence that followed was even thicker than before, pressing down on them. Allen could feel goosebumps spreading across his skin, a sensation of disgust and revulsion crawling over him. It felt as though his very skin was trying to escape the horror he held in his hand.

"DIE!" Allen shouted, unable to contain his revulsion any longer. He threw the head with all his might against the cavern walls. The head flew through the air, its mouth still moving in that unsettling way, and smashed into the wall with a sickening thud. It bounced off the stone and rolled across the floor, coming to rest near their feet, its eyes still faintly glowing, and the mouth still moving.

The group watched in horrified fascination as the head came to a stop. He all knew that such a rare item couldn't be destroyed easily, and he understood its value. But the sheer disgust it evoked was too much for him to bear.

The head lay there, its expression unchanged, the 'O' shaped mouth still performing that obscene motion. The blush on its cheeks seemed almost to pulse, as if mocking their discomfort. The cavern seemed to close in around them.

Allen took a step back, his face pale. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. "I can't... I just can't," he muttered, shaking his head.

The girls were shocked by Allen's sudden outburst. Zoe stepped forward, trying to calm him down. "Calm down, it's dead already," she reminded him gently, her eyes filled with concern.

Bella, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and admonishment, added, "You threw it as if you have a personal problem with it!"

"It is personal," Allen replied, his expression a mixture of disgust and frustration. The idea of touching the grotesque item again made his skin crawl. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the revulsion was too strong.

Shea frowned at Allen's reaction. "Don't be childish, Allen," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. She walked over to where the head lay and picked it up, ignoring the shudder that went through her at the thought of its obscene purpose. "This is just an item. Nothing more," she reminded him, trying to inject some practicality into the situation.

Once Shea turned the head to face her, she noticed something unsettling. The expression on the head had changed. Its eyes, previously devoid of any real emotion, now seemed to glare at her with a look of condescension and disgust. It was as if the head itself was offended by being handled by her.@@novelbin@@

The change in expression was clear and unmistakable. The eyes, once just eerie red orbs, now had a faint narrowing to them, giving the impression of disdain. The 'O' shaped mouth, still moving in that obscene sucking motion, seemed to mock her, amplifying the discomfort she already felt.

Shea's eyes widened in surprise at the realization. A crooked smile appeared on her face, a mixture of disbelief and irritation. "Thinking again, this head is indeed annoying. I understand your frustration," she said displeasedly, her voice tinged with an edge of anger.

"Just put it back in the inventory," Bella said, her voice tinged with a mixture of impatience and disgust.

"Right," Shea agreed, her irritation evident. She had almost thrown the head in frustration herself but decided against it. Instead, she tossed the head back to Allen with a flick of her wrist.

Allen caught the head, his hands gripping it more firmly than he intended. The moment it was back in his hands, the head's expression reverted to its previous, disturbing state. The blush on its cheeks deepened, and it looked up at him with an unsettling, almost expectant gaze. The 'O' shaped mouth resumed its obscene motion, making it appear as if it were sucking on something.

Allen felt a wave of nausea rise in his throat. He could feel the bile rising, and he had to swallow hard to keep it down. The revulsion was overwhelming, and it took all his willpower not to throw the head against the wall again.

"Nope, I won't touch this ever again," he declared, his voice strained and filled with disgust. With a quick movement, he opened his inventory interface and placed the head inside.