Seven Sins System Chapter 750. A Choice Had Been Made

Seven Sins System Chapter 750. A Choice Had Been Made

I stepped forward, raised one leg, and kicked.

The wood cracked. The handle snapped back into the wall. The entire door slammed inward, swung half off its hinges with a screech like something alive. But I controlled it. Carefully. Deliberately. Still attached. Barely.

Darren’s jaw dropped open like he’d just seen a deer use a shotgun. Ion made a noise that could only be described as a half-choked squeak.

“What the—?” Darren blinked. “Doctor—?”

“Was that necessary?!” Ion hissed. “You could’ve killed the door!”

“I didn’t,” I said, stepping inside. “Door’s alive. Just emotionally damaged.”

Truth was, I could’ve vaporized it. But Wrath didn’t need to be flashy right now. Just efficient.

I was already gearing up for the usual Barry scolding. Some combination of yelling, humiliation, possibly making him run fifty laps or do volunteer nurse work. Classic punishments. Because let’s be honest, odds were still high the guy just blasted his p*rn with full volume and forgot he was wearing noise-canceling headphones.

I muttered, “If I see a damn lotion bottle and a tissue box, I’m lighting him on fire.”

But then we stepped inside.

No one.

Nothing.

The bed was a mess, but not in a Barry masturbation way. Just clutter. His bag was on the floor. A hoodie half hanging off the chair. Curtains still open. Fan still spinning lazily on low. The air was too still though. Off.

Behind me, Darren and Ion poked their heads in, careful like prey animals afraid the predator was still in the room.

“Barry?” Ion called out, hesitant. “Dude…?”

No answer.

I stepped further in.

There was something. A scent. A hum. Something wrong. My skin prickled, not from fear, but from instinct. Faint traces of mana. Not ambient student grade. Not mortal. Something deeper. Tainted. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Demonic.

I narrowed my eyes. Quiet now. No words. No distractions.

It wasn’t fresh fresh. But it wasn’t old either.

A few minutes. Maybe ten. The edges still warm.

I followed the trail.

Right side of the room. Desk. Chair. Loose candy wrappers. Textbooks half opened. And then just beside the table… there it was.

Painted on the drawing book.

A circle. A formation. And worse, still wet. Blood magic. Sloppy but functional. Human etched.

My stomach dropped.

I crouched beside it, brushing my fingers along the edge. The lines were messy but accurate. A few jagged curves. Someone was in a hurry. Or maybe Barry was too dumb to draw a proper one.

And… the aura wasn’t generic.

This was a demonic summon.

This was Lust.

I muttered, “Oh no…”

“What?” Darren asked from behind.

I didn’t answer.

My eyes traced the pathetic painted symbols. That sigil. That curve. That inverted crescent over the inverted cross pattern. That was Asmo’s mark.

Ion edged in closer. “Wait, is that… like, a summoning circle?”

Darren leaned in too. “For a devil?”

I didn’t respond immediately.

Because this was where things got messy.

Asmo rarely answered male summons. It wasn’t sexism. It was efficiency. He preferred the theatrics of women offering their virginity or bargaining with desire. Also, he never left traces. The Lust Lord never needed to. It was part of his style, show up, seduce, collect the payment, leave, memory fuzzy, contract sealed, soul in escrow.

So why…

Why did Barry vanish?

Why did he take him?

I stood up slowly.

“Something’s wrong,” I murmured.

Darren frowned. “But there’s no one here.”

“Exactly.”

My gut twisted.

If this had been a normal Lust response, Barry would be… well, very sweaty, very sore, with his ass up, no pants. Possibly traumatized. But he’d be here.

Not gone.

And the formation still being active?

That meant something was still open.

Or worse, something was taken.

I muttered again, “Oh no…”

Darren blinked. “Okay, you keep saying that and it’s really not helping our anxiety.”

“What happened?” Ion asked quickly. “Is he cursed? Possessed? Did he explode? Is he now a sexy devil minion?”

I almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead, I said, “Clean this place up. Tell security I’ll handle the door. Do not let anyone else see this.”

“But—” Ion started.

I was already halfway to the door.

No time.

I walked fast. Fast enough they didn’t even follow me. Fast enough the chill air felt like pressure against my back. I kept the towel wrapped, barely, as I sprinted back across the dark campus lawn.

Somewhere between steps I finally gave up and summoned a spell.

Flashed myself back into my dorm room.

The door clicked shut behind me. I didn’t even bother to catch my breath. Didn’t dry off. Didn’t change. I just stood there, heart pounding in a rhythm too familiar.

Because I had a guess.

A really bad one.

A dangerous one.

I hoped I was wrong.

But if I was right?

Barry wasn’t just missing.

He had been… taken.

Not abducted in some sloppy cult ritual. Not dragged screaming through a half-broken gate. No. This was worse. Cleaner. Intentional. A choice had been made. A wish spoken. A contract answered.

I didn’t bother thinking anymore.

Thinking was for after.

I dropped the towel.

The fabric hit the floor with a wet slap and I didn’t even look at it.

I opened my portal with a sharp twist of will, shadow folding in on itself like a mouth opening wide. Cold rushed out first, familiar and sharp, carrying the scent of ash and power.

I ran through it.

The dimensional gate spat me out naked onto obsidian stone, the air of my realm heavy and alive, shadows curling toward me like they recognized their owner. The sky above was a deep bruised violet, lightning crawling slowly through the clouds like something bored and waiting.

No time.

I activated my demonic form mid-stride.

Power surged through me. Horns manifested, wings tore free from my back in a rush of heat and pressure, tentacles unfurling behind me like living shadows shaking themselves awake. Demonic cloth reshaped itself around my body automatically, armor and fabric forming from condensed mana.

Breath in.

Breath out.