Seven Sins System Chapter 756. Ash
Seven Sins System Chapter 756. Ash
For the rest of the few days, all felt calmed down.
Well. Mostly.
No one got kidnapped. No more summoning rituals appeared in dorm rooms. No mysterious sex harnesses on the lawn. And Barry hadn’t traumatized the academy any further, which honestly felt like a small miracle in itself.
The academy grounds had gone back to their usual rhythm, combat classes, late-night cram sessions, people flirting in the library like they weren’t going to the battlefield tomorrow. The air had that spring buzz, warm sun clashing with the earthy smell of churned-up dirt and scorched training mats.
But of course, I wasn’t just lounging around as Dr. Allen, the charmingly cold academy combat medic.
Puriel and I had been moving behind the scenes.
When we weren’t mentoring our squads or pretending we weren’t celestial and infernal walking time bombs, we were hunting for leads. Quietly. Efficiently.
Red, Penelope, and Katrina helped too.
I trusted them. Mostly. I told them about Luci and Algan joining me soon, though I left out the fun details, like how Luci would probably consume a lot of fancy wine if left unsupervised.
As for Kindness?
Not my problem.
But if Puriel could handle it, I wasn’t going to get in her way.
Our latest lead took us to the last place we found that crystal. The one that sucked both of us in and nearly made us part of someone else’s broken ritual.
And you know what we found there?
Ash.
Just ash.
The whole building was gone. Burned. Wiped. Nothing left. Not even the floor tiles.
I didn’t need a psychic link to know what that meant. Someone was covering their tracks. Big time. And if they had that kind of cleanup operation ready?
Yeah, this wasn’t just some cult huddled in an abandoned sewer anymore. This was serious. Funded. Protected.
I made a bet with Puriel that it had government strings behind it.
She argued it was probably private. Rich families playing with fire. Trying to create their own personal divine armies. Honestly, it could be both. The world had no shortage of arrogant mortals with too much money and not enough supervision.
From what we’ve been seeing, it was all kinds of chaos. People pretending to be us, angels and demons, acting like roleplay was enough to pull off divine essence. Others actually killing the real thing, harvesting wings and bones like cursed trophies.
And then there were the worst of them.
The ones trying to make gods.
Using our remains. Our magic. Our blood.
Sewing new divinities together like Frankenstein cosplay with a god complex.
It was sick.
And it was dangerous.
But not right now.
Right now?
I was standing at the edge of the combat training grounds, arms crossed, and my team was fighting like amateurs.
Barry was sweating like a sinner in a sermon. Again. His spear wobbled in his hands like it weighed ten kilos too much.
Ion was darting around like a fox on caffeine, dual daggers gleaming, but he kept looking down at his footing like the floor was made of banana peels.
Darren was trying too hard to look cool with his bow, flipping his hair every time he loosed an arrow. He missed half the time because of it.
Claire? She was trying her best to keep the rest of them in line, yelling directions in between fast rapier strikes. Her movements were clean. Calculated. She had that noble blood stiffness that made her overthink things but she was good.
And Evie?
Evie was floating.
Literally.
She had no weapon. Just a storm of elemental energy swirling around her. Wind magic whipped her hair into a frenzy while little sparks danced over her fingertips.
She looked like a freaking villain intro.
Which would be fine if she wasn’t also casually melting the edge of the training platform.
I sighed.
Loudly.
They didn’t notice.
“Barry, your grip’s too high. You're choking the shaft.”
He turned to me mid-swing, face bright red. “I—I’m not choking—!”
“You are. Shift your hands lower. You’re swinging like you’re trying to stir a cauldron.”
Ion laughed mid-roll. “That’s what I told him! He nearly impaled a dummy backward.”
“I did not!” Barry cried.
“You literally screamed and threw the spear like a javelin!” Ion shot back, still laughing. “I saw it bounce off the dummy’s knee.”
Darren let an arrow fly. It thudded into the post next to Evie’s head.
“Whoops.”
Evie didn’t flinch. She just looked over her shoulder with glowing eyes and said in the calmest voice possible, “Do that again and I’ll cook your arrows mid-air.”
Darren gulped.
Claire raised her rapier and shouted, “Focus! We’re supposed to be working as a team! Barry, fall back and defend! Ion, stop teasing and move in with Claire. Darren, stop flirting with death!”
“I wasn’t flirting with death!” Darren yelled. “It was an accident!”
“Every time you speak, it’s an accident,” she snapped.
I sighed.
They were a mess today.
The reason? It was something that happened during the lunch.
It had settled already, but… the bad mood remained.
And Barry?
He was a lot more obedient these days.
Amazing what one trip to a sex dungeon and a near-rape by a demon princess would do for a guy’s attitude.
He hadn’t told anyone about me. Not a word.
Good boy.
I knew he was tempted. He kept looking at me like he wanted to say something. Ask something. Beg for therapy, maybe. But I just gave him that look and he shut his mouth.
Smart.
A week had passed since that whole disaster. And now, it was the same day I was supposed to go pick up Luci and Algan.
Algan might actually help.
Luci?
That bastard was going to cause problems.
I could feel it already.
Still. Better than Asmo, who would literally f*ck 24/7 and host an orgy during lunch period.
I looked at the sky.
The breeze was nice. The sun was warm. My team was chaotic, noisy, ridiculous and mine.