Seven Sins System Chapter 635. Don’t Tempt Fate

Seven Sins System Chapter 635. Don’t Tempt Fate

I lifted a hand in a half-hearted wave. “Appreciate your service.”

Mamon gave a mock bow. “You can tip me later. In gold, soul credits, or a promise not to make me walk into this scene again.”

With that, he turned on his heel, his boots tapping crisply against the floor. The heavy door opened with a low creak—and then clicked shut behind him.

Silence followed. Just the soft rustle of blankets and the distant hum of magic cores beneath the floor.

I exhaled slowly, arm thrown over my eyes. “Okay. That could’ve been worse.”

Lily giggled, curling closer. “I dunno, I think it went pretty well. He didn’t scream this time.”

“…So,” I said aloud. “Anyone want to handle that Umbra meeting for me?”

“Nope,” both girls answered immediately.

Of course.

“…Unless negotiations go south.”

Diablo chuckled from his spot, one arm slung over the backrest as if the weight of the conversation barely touched him.

“Don’t chuckle,” I muttered, still sprawled across the cushions. “That’s your problem now.”

His brow arched lazily. “Why?”

“Because,” I said, lifting a single finger in the air and circling it vaguely, “I’m on a different mission now. I’m busy. Good luck with that.”

He scoffed, and I grinned. Then I pointed toward the remaining faint-glowing candle still perched near the lounge table. “Also… you better store those well.”

Without missing a beat, Diablo raised his hand. The air around the candle shimmered. With a blink of dark light, the object vanished—safely tucked into his infernal inventory.

He sighed, stood, and glanced at me. “Now what’s next?”

I leaned up slightly, tension returning to my spine. “Well, if I’m right…” I trailed off, sensing the sudden distortion before it even finished forming.

-Snap!

Time bent. The flames froze. The air quieted. Lily’s gentle breath against my arm paused mid-sigh. Ivy’s hand on my ribs became weightless, stilled in the blink of an eye.

Only Diablo and I remained in motion, standing in a suspended world.

“The scent…” I said, staring where the candle had been, “It’s too close to what I found in the cave. Same undercurrent. Same weird harmony between light and corruption. So yeah—also connected to ‘Above.’”

Diablo’s face darkened. “True.”

He didn’t ask how I knew. I think he already guessed.

“Just continue your investigation,” he said, voice lower now, all the amusement stripped from it. “In the mortal realm. I’ve pulled all reports. Subtle anomalies. Shifts in leyline pressure. Something’s trying to stir the boundaries. Something—or someone—wants the realms to blur. Mix them. Or worse... unmake them.”

“Yeah,” I exhaled slowly, a cold shiver running up my spine. “And none of those options are fun.”

Diablo’s eyes flicked upward, thoughtful. “I’ll ask the Light Queen.”

“You’ll ask her?” I raised a brow. “Directly?”

He shook his head. “No. She’s sharp. Cunning. She’ll smell a trap if I step into her domain too openly.”

“So you’ll bait her instead.”

“Of course,” he said, almost tiredly. “That’s what we do.”

I pushed myself fully upright, brushing my hair out of my face. The time freeze still held. A quiet, perfect pause in the world, yet every second of it carried weight. “You think she’s involved?”

“I think she knows something. She always knows something. But she’s not foolish enough to cause the collapse herself. Not unless she’s desperate. Or someone’s pushing her.”

The air around us buzzed faintly as time began to slowly ripple again.

I nodded. “I’ll go to the mortal realm. Check if Puriel know something.”

Diablo met my eyes. “Take precautions. And if you encounter divine corruption again—don’t contain it. Sever it.”

I tilted my head. “That an order?”

“That’s a warning.”

The tension finally eased, and with another snap, time resumed its flow.

The flickering torchlight came back. Ivy shifted and curled tighter against me. Lily exhaled and blinked slowly, just waking again. They didn’t even notice we were frozen a second ago.

Diablo stepped back with a heavy breath. “I’m heading to the spire. If anything shifts again, call me.”

“Sure. Right after I seduce the ‘diplomat’.” I mean, Puriel.

He waved a hand, muttering, “Don’t tempt fate,” and vanished in a swirl of obsidian mist.

I sat still for a moment longer, body aching, thoughts spinning.

“You okay?” Ivy asked softly.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Lily sat up with a stretch, her hair a gorgeous mess. “That sounded like a mission briefing.”

“It was,” I said. “World might end again.”

“Fun,” Lily smirked, stretching like a cat across the sheets. “Bring back souvenirs.”

I chuckled, rubbing my temples. “Right. I’ll bring home a corrupted relic and maybe a divine conspiracy or two.”

“You always do,” Ivy whispered, tracing a lazy finger across my chest, eyes half-lidded with that soft, post-chaos glow.

I sat up slowly. My muscles protested, sore in that pleasant, ruinous way. But my mind was already shifting gears. Back to duty. Back to the mortal realm.

“I need to go now,” I muttered, brushing my hair back.

Lily leaned up, planting a kiss just above my collarbone. “Tell me when you’re back.”

“Bring something we can taste next time,” Ivy murmured with a sultry smirk, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on my thigh. Then, softer—“Be careful, Your Highness.”

I met their eyes—warm, wicked, and worried—and gave a small nod. “I always am.”

A lie, but they didn’t press.

I rose from the couch. The heat of their bodies still clung to mine, mingled scents of lust and perfume lingering in the air. My skin hummed, marked with claw-trails and kisses.

I glanced back, catching Ivy’s sleepy smile and Lily’s wink.

One snap of teleportation skill and I was at the portal gate.

Then I stepped into the light.

The world snapped.

Heat vanished.

The scent of sweat and silk ripped away.

And cold air bit into my skin like reality saying—welcome back.

Cold air slammed into my face.

I exhaled—and just like that, I was back in the mortal realm.