Seven Sins System Chapter 717. Contradiction
Seven Sins System Chapter 717. Contradiction
They stitched divinity and damnation together like it was a puzzle.
And left the soul to scream between the cracks.
“I see,” I murmured.
He looked at me again, something desperate in his gaze.
“Can you… Can you end it?”
I didn’t answer right away.
I looked past him—at the volcano. At the stars above the ridge.
My tentacles twitched behind me.
“No,” I said softly. “But I can use it.”
His expression didn’t change. He just stood there. Waiting. Not resisting.
“I can anchor you,” I said. “Not fix. Not heal. But I can hold you steady. Long enough to find out who made you. Who carved you open and filled you with this noise.”
He didn’t nod. But he didn’t move.
Didn’t flee.
Didn’t attack.
Good enough.
I extended my hand. “Come.”
He hesitated.
Breath uneven. Eyes hollow. Power flickering like static behind his skin.
Then he took a slow step forward.
And I caught him.
Not with strength. Not with force.
Just… acceptance.
He didn’t speak.
Just stood there.
I studied him for a moment. His mana signature was like a broken mirror. Flashes of angelic resonance. Infernal fury. Mortal confusion. All jammed together in one body that didn’t belong to any of them.
One of my tentacles slithered from my shadow.
Long. Smooth.
Envy.
It coiled behind me, hungry. But not for flesh.
No.
It wanted truth.
It slipped up his back, curved around his neck, and slid into his ear like smoke finding a crack.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t notice.
But I did.
I saw.
His mind cracked open.
It didn’t feel like diving into memories. It felt like wandering through a battlefield that never stopped burning.
First…
The shadow realm.
A different time.
I saw it from his eyes—marching across blackened plains under a sky made of stormlight. My own banners in the distance. His armor. My symbol on his chest.
He was one of mine.
My soldier.
He bled wrath.
Then...
A battle.
Fire raining.
An angel with radiant spears.
She screamed a name as she drove it through his chest.
He staggered.
Fell.
Crawled.
Half-dead, then gone.
Everything faded.
Then…
Light.
Choirs.
Another battlefield.
This time? From the other side.
Angelic now. New form.
I saw his wings. Felt the divine magic singing inside his chest.
He descended with others. Trumpets blaring.
Sword drawn.
But again... darkness.
Chaos.
Another death.
Gone.
Then…
Mortality.
An academy.
Laughter.
Friends.
Books and bruises.
Training arenas.
I saw his face in mirrors. Younger. Less broken.
He joked with his teammates.
Said something about scaring them on the next field mission.
Told them he’d sneak ahead and make ghost sounds.
It was a game.
He was grinning.
Then…
He slipped.
Maze.
A pit.
He fell.
Straight into the dark.
His body hit stone.
Coffin shattered.
I felt the sound of it break.
A glow.
And slowly, bit by bit...something began leaking into him.
Divine residue. Infernal fragments.
No guidance. No consent. No control.
Just… infection.
Time passed.
He changed.
Forgot.
Became… this.
A stitched thing.
Not demon.
Not angel.
Not human.
A ghost in a costume made from corpses.
But the worst part?
The core.
It pulsed like a living curse.
Not stable.
Not anchored.
It pulled in all directions.
A core that screamed…
Return to Heaven.
Destroy the Underworld.
Find the Shadow.
End the Light.
It wanted to go home.
But it didn’t have one.
That contradiction?
It made it mad.
I opened my eyes and gasped.
Retracted my Envy tentacle fast.
Too late.
A shriek exploded through the place.
I teleported, reflexive, just before the wave of corrupted mana blasted the floor I’d been standing on. Stone shattered. Heat warped the air.
I appeared several meters away, my boots slamming onto the platform with a crunch of scorched stone. I spun, coat flicking behind me.
He was laughing.
Head thrown back.
Voice raw.
Unhinged.
“Demon…” he growled, eyes glowing bright and wide. “Demons should be erased.”
I didn’t answer.
He stepped forward, one foot dragging slightly, like his own limbs weren’t sure what shape to be.
“Shadows…” he spat, “Shadows should never have existed.”
I tilted my head.
There it was.
The instability.
Not just madness.
Contradiction.
He wanted to belong.
He wanted to go home.
But his body didn’t know what home was.
His core pulled in opposite directions.
One side called to angels.
One side burned for hell.
And the result?
A monster who wanted to destroy both.
I was silent.
No words left.
He raised his arm. Light and dark magic flickered across it like a glitch in creation. His voice twisted, half-sobbing, half-murderous.
“Die!”
And he came at me again.
I didn’t move.
Not because I froze.
Because my Wrath didn’t need movement to wake.
All six tentacles burst from my back, screeching with metallic tension. Their tips unfolded into jagged blades, curved, serrated, humming with infernal charge.
Heat bled from my skin. My horns cracked the air with pressure. My eyes glowed bright red.
He didn’t slow.
I stepped into the swing.
Tentacles met his blast mid-air, two blades deflecting the first strike, the others curling to counter and lash. The impact shook the entire sanctum. Light flared. Mana cracked like thunder, sending pressure rippling through the volcanic air.
The stone floor beneath us blistered. Glowing magma veins along the ridge flared brighter, hissing like they could feel our rage.
He didn’t fall back.
He grinned.
Twisted, teeth too human for something with that much divine residue leaking off his skin. He launched forward again.
I didn’t wait.
I slammed one foot into the ground.
[You have activated Shadow Space skills]
The world snapped.
Reality folded inward with a sound like a bone breaking. The edges of the volcano shimmered, then disappeared into a yawning dome of black and red static. The sky blinked out. No wind. No stars. Just us now. Locked inside.
Trapped.
Perfect.
The shadows inside the dome writhed. The edges pulsed like a beating heart, and every sound became louder, deeper, like the dome didn’t just trap us—it amplified us.