Seven Sins System Chapter 784. Zero Hints
Seven Sins System Chapter 784. Zero Hints
I clapped my hands.
Not aggressively. Just enough to snap the room out of whatever Pride and Kindness tea party we had accidentally wandered into.
“Okay. That’s enough.”
The sound bounced lightly against the tiled infirmary walls. Metal trays rattled faintly. Algan straightened like someone had pulled an invisible string attached to his spine. Back rigid. Shoulders squared. Military default mode activated.
Good. At least someone here remembered we weren’t hosting a diplomatic brunch.
“We are not here for vacation,” I said, looking at all of them in turn. “We’re on a mission. So concentrate.”
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t need to.
The air shifted.
Puriel’s posture adjusted subtly. Not defensive. Not confrontational. Just attentive. Lumira blinked once, soft smile fading into something more thoughtful. Even she understood tone.
And Luci?
Yeah.
He took another slow sip of wine and leaned back against the wall like an aristocrat watching peasants debate crop rotation.
“Talk to yourself,” he said lazily. “You’ve been here for months already. The investigation is crawling.”
He swirled the wine as if time personally offended him.
I looked at him.
And smirked.
“Oh,” I said lightly. “You’ll know why soon.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly. That tiny shift. That calculation flicker. Pride didn’t like not knowing.
“Then enlighten me,” he replied smoothly. “Why?”
I shrugged.
“Lack of demon power,” I said. “And zero hints.”
I said it like it was obvious. Like I was pointing out the sky was blue. Like I hadn’t spent three sleepless nights staring at ceiling cracks trying to find a pattern that didn’t exist.
Algan’s jaw tightened.
Puriel watched me.
Lumira tilted her head, studying my face.
Luci huffed softly. “Oh, come on, El.”
“Just search,” he continued. “News. Reports. Something strange. Demonic. Angelic. In between. This isn’t medieval. Information spreads.”
He gestured vaguely like WiFi was a sacred relic.
I stared at him for a second.
He wasn’t wrong.
Which was deeply annoying.
“Right,” I muttered.
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my phone.
Modern artifact of mortal chaos.
Unlocked it.
The glow lit up my face. The faint reflection of myself in the black edges of the screen looked more tired than I remembered.
I typed.
Weird news. Supernatural sightings. Unexplained phenomena.
The results loaded instantly.
Of course they did.
I turned the screen toward Luci and handed it over.
“Here,” I said. “Read.”
He took it with mild curiosity.
Puriel leaned in slightly.
Lumira followed.
Algan stayed half a step back but his eyes scanned anyway.
They started scrolling.
And I watched their faces change.
One by one.
Slowly.
Beautifully.
Ten headlines glared up at them in all their chaotic mortal glory:
“LOCAL CAT CLAIMS IT CAN SEE THE FUTURE, PREDICTS ECONOMIC COLLAPSE.”
“ACTRESS CONFESSES: ‘I SLEPT WITH THE LORD OF PRIDE.’”
“TEENAGER CLAIMS VIRGIN PREGNANCY, SAYS BABY IS ‘CHILD OF AN ANGEL.’”
“MAN INSISTS HE LEGALLY MARRIED A MOON GODDESS IN VAS LEGAS.”
“MYSTERIOUS SHADOW SEEN DRINKING COFFEE AT 3 A.M. BARISTA SAYS ‘VERY POLITE.’”
“INFLUENCER CLAIMS DEMON TAUGHT HER HOW TO MANIFEST WEALTH.”
“OLD WOMAN SWEARS HER CAT SPEAKS AT MIDNIGHT. SKINWALKER CONFIRMED.”
“SELF-PROCLAIMED PROPHET SAYS HE’S BEING HAUNTED BY ‘VERY HANDSOME DEVIL.’”
“GOVERNMENT DENIES RUMORS OF WINGED FIGURE OVER HIGHWAY.”
“VIRAL THREAD: ‘WHY THE LORD OF GREED IS PROBABLY DATING A MORTAL HEIRNESS.’”
The scrolling stopped.
Silence.
Not tense.
Just… pure, concentrated second-hand embarrassment.
Algan’s mouth twitched like he’d swallowed a lemon.
Lumira blinked several times, trying to process.
Puriel?
Same tired expression she’d been wearing since we landed in this realm.
I folded my arms.
Yeah.
Welcome to modern humanity.
Luci’s face slowly shifted from boredom… to confusion… to horror.
“What,” he said carefully, “is this.”
His thumb hovered over headline number two.
I raised an eyebrow. “News.”
“That,” he said, tapping the screen sharply, “is slander.”
He scrolled back up.
Read it again.
His lips tightened.
“I have never,” he said flatly, “slept with a mortal.”
Algan made a sound that was dangerously close to a snort.
I tilted my head. “That’s the tenth article about you I’ve seen.”
His head snapped toward me.
“Tenth?”
“Yes.”
He looked personally betrayed by the internet.
“I am not Asmo!” he said sharply.
I held up both hands. “Don’t complain to me. Complain to them.”
Lumira leaned in again, reading more carefully now.
“Oh,” she said softly. “The comments are arguing.”
“About what?” Puriel asked.
“Whether Pride would be emotionally available.”
Algan choked.
I closed my eyes for half a second.
Of course they were.
Luci’s jaw went tight.
“I am not,” he said slowly, “emotionally unavailable.”
I stared at him.
He stared back.
We both knew that was a lie.
He looked away first.
Puriel reached over and gently took the phone from his hand.
She scrolled with quiet efficiency.
“Most of these,” she said calmly, “are exaggerations. Attention seeking. Monetized hysteria.”
“Monetized hysteria,” I repeated under my breath.
That was going into my vocabulary permanently.
Lumira frowned slightly at the headline about the teenager.
“Mortals are afraid,” she said quietly. “They create stories to fill gaps.”
Algan crossed his arms. “Or they’re just stupid.”
“Both can be true,” I muttered.
The room felt smaller suddenly.
Not physically.
Just mentally.
Noise without signal.
Data without direction.
I stepped forward and took the phone back.
“See?” I said.
I wasn’t mocking them.
I was tired.
There’s a difference.
“You want weird?” I continued. “This is weird. But none of it is useful.”
I scrolled again.
So many claims.
So many confessions.
So many blurry photos of lights in the sky.
If there was something real buried in here, it was drowning in nonsense.
Luci ran a hand through his hair.
Frustrated.
Ego bruised by blog posts.
“This is absurd,” he said.
“Yes,” I agreed.
Puriel looked at me.
Longer this time.
She knew what I wasn’t saying.
This wasn’t just slow.
It was blind.
We weren’t tracking an enemy.
We were trying to find one in static.
I exhaled slowly.
“You see now?” I said quietly.
No sarcasm.
No smirk.
Just honesty.