Seven Sins System Chapter 761. The Pity Game

Seven Sins System Chapter 761. The Pity Game

I gave him a deadpan look. “You want me to pretend for clout? You trying to play the pity game with a wrath devil?”

“What? No! I, uh, well. I mean—”

“You’re not making a strong case for yourself.”

He made a noise somewhere between a wheeze and a squeak. “Okay, okay. Look. Maybe I’m just… messed up. But I don’t know. Talking to you, even when you’re terrifying, is… kinda nice. So… I thought you could help me?”

“Terrifying?” I echoed.

He paled. “Uh— I mean powerful! In a respectful way!”

I smirked. “Mmhm.”

Barry threw his hands in the air. “Fine! I’ll shut up now. Just… just know if I die single, it’s probably your fault.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’ll live.”

He groaned. “That’s the problem…”

I paused at the crosswalk between the training grounds and the main building. The sun was lowering. Sky going amber and honey-gold, slanting through the campus spires like a fantasy postcard. Other students passed by, whispering. A few waved nervously. One girl giggled and whispered “It’s him!” behind a book.

Barry didn’t even notice.

Because of course he didn’t.

He was still following me. Like a duckling. A dumb, persistent duckling.

I exhaled and turned to him, again. “Why are you still here?”

He flinched like I’d just caught him stealing candy. “Cause… I still want a girlfriend?”

I stared. Deadpan.

He grinned sheepishly.

I held up a hand.

He shut up.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You want me to make one for you?”

His eyes lit up like an idiot on Christmas morning. “Wait. You can? Like… poof! Genie-style?”

I slowly turned my head and gave him the stare. The one that made grown men freeze, and summoned curses with passive aura alone.

He squeaked audibly. “I mean… I didn’t mean to imply— uh—”

I took one step closer.

His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

“Do I look like a genie to you?” I asked, voice calm, eyes murderous.

“No! No no no! You look like a very handsome, definitely not magical, incredibly deadly combat doctor who I deeply respect!” he babbled.

I wasn’t even in my devil form.

Still in my white coat. Human body. Normal height.

But yeah. I could feel it. That devil-killer aura.

It leaked. Just a little. Just enough.

And Barry?

He burst into full-body panic mode.

“I-I’m sorry! I swear! I wasn’t trying to offend—! You’re amazing! You’re gorgeous! You’re terrifying and I love that for you!” He started backing away.

I didn’t say anything. Just let the silence do the work.

He cried a little. Maybe. Just a little sniffle.

Then turned and bolted like his life depended on it.

“s-Sorryyyy!!!” he wailed, echoing down the stone path as he ran.

I huffed. “Heh. Mortals.”

Finally.

Peace.

I turned back, heading up the steps toward the main building. The principal room’s doors loomed ahead. I reached for the handle.

My reflection in the brass plate?

Calm. Cold. Smirking.

Just another day.

Dr. Allen, reporting for disciplinary hearing.

Fantastic.

I threw a few knuckles against the heavy office door, three quick, sharp knocks. The kind that didn’t ask for permission.

Then I opened it myself.

Inside, the room felt older than it should. Tall glass windows. Redwood bookshelves. Velvet curtains untouched by dust. It smelled like expensive ink, fresh blood, and something darker no one ever dared name.

There they were.

Red.

Penelope.

Katrina.

The founders. The principals. My vampires.

And my harem.

Red was sitting behind the head desk like some gothic CEO, a glass of deep burgundy wine in hand, though knowing her, it wasn’t wine. Her eyes flicked up lazily, those irises sharpening the moment they locked onto mine.

Katrina and Penelope, the twins, flanked her like mirrored statues, perched on either side of the antique globe. They were both wearing matching black and red uniforms today, low-cut of course, because professionalism was optional when you were undead and in charge.

But they weren’t alone.

Two more figures stood near the map wall, dressed not in academy colors, but sharp gray suits with tiny silver pins shaped like laurels.

Not staff.

Not students.

Visitors.

Government.

The taller one, dark-skinned, lean, with military poise, turned to me first. “Ah. Dr. Allen, I presume.”

The other, a sharp-faced woman with platinum hair and mirrored lenses, smiled thinly. “We’ve seen your work.”

I walked in, coat trailing behind me like a cape, and gave them my best “harmless academic” smile. The human kind. Polished. Perfect.

“I try not to disappoint,” I said smoothly.

The man offered a nod. “We watched the recording of your duel. Against the prodigry paladin. Very impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“And the forest incident. How you extracted another mentor while surrounded by monsters. Alone. The two of you survived. Remarkable.”

I tilted my head slightly. “She needed help.”

“And you gave it,” the woman said. “Efficiently. Coldly. Yet… not without a touch of drama. Very instructive for our recruits.”

I glanced at the girls.

Red smirked but said nothing.

Penelope twirled a pen between her fingers, watching me like a cat with a toy mouse.

Katrina winked.

The man continued. “We’re not here just to praise. We’re here to recruit.”

Of course you are.

The woman tapped her data pad, projecting a sleek hologram above the desk. “The Department of External Conflict Studies is forming a new branch. Hybrid threat assessment. We want professionals with field experience. Especially those capable of mentoring while fighting.”

“And surviving,” the man added.

“Which you seem to excel at.”

I smiled, noncommittally. “I teach kids how not to die. It’s a niche.”

The woman chuckled. “We’re prepared to offer you full clearance. A lab. A dorm wing. Access to restricted field research. And funding.”

Ah.

Now they had my attention.

I stepped closer, letting my fingers rest on the edge of Red’s desk, but I didn’t look at her. I looked at the projection instead. The blueprints. The security access. The bait.