Seven Sins System Chapter 787. You Want Me to Pee in a Circle?
Seven Sins System Chapter 787. You Want Me to Pee in a Circle?
“Where’s your mom?” I asked.
He shook his head.
Too quick.
Too empty.
“They beat us,” he whispered. “They make us their toy.”
His shoulders hunched like he expected a hand to come down on him just for saying it.
“I’m not a toy.”
His stomach growled.
He blinked slowly.
“I’m hungry.”
I huffed under my breath.
Not at him.
At this.
Because what do you do with that?
He’s seven.
He doesn’t want justice.
He doesn’t want revenge.
He wants food.
And his mom.
And to not be used as entertainment.
“Stay still,” I said quietly.
He obeyed instantly.
That obedience?
That wasn’t respect.
That was conditioning.
I reached up and placed my cold hand against his cheek.
He flinched.
Not from the temperature.
From instinct.
My finger shifted.
Bone thinning. Flesh darkening.
Tentacle.
I muttered softly.
“Envy.”
The tip slid gently into his ear.
His body jerked once.
Then stilled.
And I saw.
This place is a wreck.
Not visibly.
Visibly it’s marble floors. Crystal lights. Clean sheets.
But the mind doesn’t lie.
These kids?
Not orphans.
Not abandoned.
Kidnapped.
Taken.
Separated.
Promised treatment. Promised charity. Promised scholarships.
Then processed.
Catalogued.
Stored.
Sold.
Not to demons.
Not to cultists chanting in caves.
To rich mortals.
Sadistic ones.
The kind who wear suits and shake hands in daylight.
The kind who say “philanthropy” and mean “ownership.”
The kids are attraction.
Exclusive access.
Private viewing.
“Interactive experience.”
They get sick.
They get experimented on.
They get tortured.
Some die quietly.
Some die loud.
And the worst part?
The narrative.
“It’s for the lords of sin.”
They tell the donors that.
They say this suffering fuels us.
Feeds us.
Pleases us.
Oh hello???
We never asked for this.
Especially Mamon. Oh they kept praising Mamon like he was some kind of hero.
They would be disappointed if they met the real one.
Mamon doesn’t care about this.
He cares about liquidity and market volatility.
While Asmo cares about pleasure.
But I know not this.
This isn’t pleasure.
This is rot.
So the boy adjusted.
He remembered something.
A memory.
His dad.
Long ago.
A summoning circle in a basement.
Me.
Answering.
His father had called Wrath once.
A real call.
A desperate one.
I had answered.
The wish? He wanted me to heal the boy critical illness.
I healed him. And his father taught him the formation. Before dying in a car accident a year ago.
He remembered the lines.
He remembered the name.
Wrath handles Greed.
Wrath punishes those who misuse power.
That’s what his father said.
So he called me.
Not for money.
For protection.
For correction.
The memory snapped shut.
I retracted my tentacle slowly.
The boy swayed slightly.
I caught him before he fell.
My jaw was tight enough to crack bone.
I stood.
“I’ll heal you first,” I said flatly.
Luci’s voice cut in from behind me.
“Seriously?”
I turned my head slowly and looked at him.
“I’ll explain later,” I said. “Start summoning Mamon.”
He blinked.
“Me? Summon Mamon?”
“Yes.”
“That is stupid,” he snapped. “Why would a lord of sin summon another lord of sin?”
I stared at him.
Deadpan.
“Mamon can’t come here without my dad’s permission.”
He froze.
“…Oh.”
“Yeah. So call him through ritual. Use the same system. Just don’t use your blood.”
He stared at me. “You want me to pee in a circle and write his sigils using it?”
“Your wine works,” I said flatly. “He only cares about money, not blood.”
“I cannot believe this,” Luci muttered.
I was already moving.
“Dark Healing.”
It started with the boy.
Black light wrapped around his ribs, slid into bruises, rewove torn muscle fibers, flushed infection from his blood.
His breath steadied.
His cheeks gained color.
And the system responded immediately.
[Scanning Target…]
[Age: 7]
[Physical Condition: Severe Malnutrition – 63%]
[Multiple Contusions Detected]
[Hairline Rib Fracture – Healing…]
[Infection Level: Moderate – Purging…]
[Mana Exhaustion: Critical]
[Psychological Trauma Index: High]
[Stabilizing Vital Signs…]
[Status: Condition Improving]
His pulse, which had been fluttering like a dying bird, evened out under my palm.
[Bone Density Restored]
[Muscle Fiber Reconstruction: 82%... 96%... 100%]
[Internal Bleeding: Sealed]
[Fever: Neutralized]
[Mana Circulation: Rebooting]
The dark light sank into him like ink absorbed into parchment.
[Physical State: Stabilized]
[Remaining Risk: Environmental Threat]
His eyelids fluttered, not heavy anymore. Just tired.
Then I expanded it.
All of them.
Every bed.
Every frail body.
Dark energy threaded through the room like veins of midnight.
Bones aligned.
Fevers cooled.
Bruises faded.
The system multiplied its windows across my vision.
[Multiple Targets Detected – 9]
[Initiating Area Dark Healing]
[Child 02. Severe Dehydration – Restoring Fluids]
[Child 03. Infection: Advanced – Purging Pathogens]
[Child 04. Fractured Ulna – Setting and Regenerating]
[Child 05. Organ Stress – Stabilizing]
[Child 06. Anemia – Blood Production Accelerated]
[Child 07. Malnutrition – Nutrient Synthesis Initiated]
[Child 08. Respiratory Distress – Clearing Lungs]
[Child 09. Neurological Suppression – Rebalancing Mana Flow]
The air thickened with dark aura, but it wasn’t destructive.
It was surgical.
Precise.
[Area Healing Progress: 17%]
[Area Healing Progress: 42%]
[Area Healing Progress: 78%]
[Area Healing Complete]
A final pulse rippled outward from my core.
[All Targets – Vital Signs Stabilized]
[Critical Status: Cleared]
[Long-Term Trauma: Untreated – Emotional Recovery Required]
Their chests rose deeper now.
Color returned.
Not vibrant.
But alive.
Not dying.
[Environmental Hostility Detected]
[Recommendation: Eliminate Source]
Yeah.
I was already planning that.
One by one their eyes opened.
Confused.
Afraid.
But alive.
They didn’t scream.
They didn’t run.
They watched me.
Because screaming had consequences.
And running had consequences.
The boy looked at me.
“I… I need to pay?”
That sentence.
That one sentence.
I looked down at him.
“No,” I said.
“Go sit in the corner. I need to know who runs this,” I muttered.
This is slander.
Slander against the lords of sin.
You do not get to brand your cruelty as worship.
I stepped back.
Then…
I let it go.
My shadow form cracked apart like porcelain.
Wings tore through the air behind me.
Six.
Black.
Massive.
Five tentacles unfurled from my spine.
Two tails whipped out behind me.
Horns curved upward.
Armor slammed into place around my torso in a rush of molten metal and wrathfire.
My eyes burned red.
The marble beneath my feet cracked.