Seven Sins System Chapter 788. Permission to Materialized
Seven Sins System Chapter 788. Permission to Materialized
I muttered, “I grant permission to materialized.”
The system flared.
[Giving permission to Lord of Pride, Lieutenant Algan, Goddess of Chastity, and Goddess of Kindness to manifest.]
The room exploded into divinity.
Algan manifested first. Wrath form. Tall. Armored. Eyes like sharpened blades.
Luci unfolded next. Elegant. Wings of deep violet. Claws that were made to tear egos apart.
Puriel descended in white radiance. Chastity. Blinding.
Lumira followed in soft gold. Kindness that could break tyrants without touching them.
The children stared.
Not screaming.
Just silent awe.
Algan moved immediately. Checking exits. Breaking hidden cameras with precise bursts of energy.
Puriel and Lumira moved between the beds. Their hands glowing softly as they checked for lingering trauma.
The room felt split in two.
Down here, children. Healing light. Quiet breathing.
Up there, money. Laughter. Probably wine glasses clinking over human suffering like it was a stock option.
I stood in the center of it, wings flexing slightly, armor humming under my skin. My claws flexed once. The marble beneath my feet groaned.
And Luci?
He was staring at me.
Not scared.
Not impressed.
Just annoyed.
“Okay,” he said, folding his arms. “Before I summon Mamon, explain the logic. Why him?”
His tone wasn’t mocking this time. It was surgical.
Fair.
I exhaled slowly. The air around me shimmered faintly with heat.
“Because this,” I said, gesturing vaguely at the room, the children, the sigils, the entire disgusting setup, “is being marketed as worship.”
Luci’s mouth twisted.
“Specifically,” I continued, “worship of Greed. Of Mamon.”
I didn’t look at the kids while I said it. I didn’t want to see their faces when I connected those dots out loud.
“So,” I finished quietly, “I need to know if he knows. If he wants this. Or at least he needs to see it.”
Luci grimaced.
“Mamon does not care about children,” he said bluntly. “He cares about capital. Liquidity. Assets. Market share. Not this.”
“Exactly,” I replied.
He looked at me.
And for a second, there was no sarcasm between us. Just understanding.
“That’s why we drag him here,” I said.
Luci huffed through his nose.
“Fine.”
Then he paused.
And looked down at his pants.
I stared at him.
He stared at his belt.
There was a very specific kind of silence.
The kind where you can actually hear your own thoughts going, no, no, no, no…
“Luci,” I deadpanned, “just use the wine.”
He glanced up.
“We have children here,” I added flatly. “Are you going to use your pee to summon him? Your are going to destroy your reputation.”
He looked offended.
“My reputation is flawless.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Don’t ruin it.”
He sighed dramatically.
“Fine.”
A bottle of wine materialized in his hand.
Expensive. Of course it was expensive.
He poured it over a bedsheet with controlled elegance, the dark red liquid soaking into fabric as he traced Greed’s summoning formation with quick, precise strokes.
It took him less than a few seconds.
Hard summoning.
No frills.
No candles.
Just raw authority.
I watched him work and felt something tighten in my chest.
We look terrifying.
Three devils in full form. Two goddesses radiant and sharp. Wings scraping ceiling air.
And yet the most disturbing thing in this room is still what the mortals did.
That realization sits heavy.
Luci finished the formation and stepped back.
Normally, mortals chant something like ‘O Lord of Greed, please answer my call.’ But I bet not with Luci.
He cracked his neck once. Then leaned forward slightly. “Woi, greedy bastard,” he called casually. “Stop staring at market charts and get your ass here.”
The air warped instantly.
Greed doesn’t need theatrics.
He needs opportunity.
And apparently mild insult.
The space above the wine circle distorted, folded inward like reality was annoyed, and then…
He appeared.
Full form.
Wings sleek and polished like corporate branding.
Horns elegant.
Tail precise.
Neat suit tailored to perfection.
Glasses perched on his nose.
Tablet in hand with green and red lines dancing violently across the screen.
He didn’t look at the room first.
He looked at Luci.
Deadpan.
“If you want to bug someone,” Mamon said coolly, adjusting his glasses, “bug Wrath. I’m busy.”
He swiped his screen once.
Then he paused.
Slowly.
His eyes lifted.
To Luci.
Then to me.
Then to Algan.
Then Puriel.
Lumira.
And finally…
The children.
His mouth twitched.
Three devils. Two goddesses. Weak looking kids on marble floors.
He grimaced.
“Three devils, two goddesses and a bunch of…” He gestured vaguely. “…kids? What the hell am I seeing?”
“Make it four,” Luci said dryly. “You are also a devil.”
Mamon didn’t look impressed.
“Skip that,” he muttered. “Why are you summoning me? You want my help to babysit little mortals? Hard pass.”
I stepped forward.
“There are rich mortals,” I said evenly, “worshipping you.”
He rolled his eyes.
“As they should.”
“And using your name to hurt children,” I finished.
That made him stop.
Actually stop.
His gaze sharpened.
“Using my name,” he repeated slowly.
“To get richer,” I said.
He grimaced harder.
“By hurting kids?” he said flatly. “For what? Kids are liabilities. High maintenance. Low yield.”
I blinked.
He continued, irritated. “Food cost. Medical risk. Zero ROI. Why would I want that? Are they stupid?”
“Yes,” Luci said instantly.
Mamon shot him a look.
“At least make believable bullshit,” Mamon muttered. “Sacrifice gold. Start financial cults. Manipulate markets. That’s my lane. Not this.”
There it was.
The difference.
Greed is logical.
This?
This is rot disguised as profit.
“Then join us,” Luci said, spreading his hands slightly. “And help us kick their asses.”
Mamon looked deeply inconvenienced.
I stepped closer.
“And maybe,” I added, voice lower, “help us trace the source.”
His eyes flicked to mine.
“Source,” he repeated.
“It could be mortals,” I said. “Or… Fake devils.”
Luci shook his head slowly, almost disbelieving. “I cannot believe this,” he muttered. “The day mortals start faking devils.”
Mamon’s jaw tightened slightly. “They want to counterfeit us now?” he said coldly. “I thought we are kind of the bad guys in their perspective?”
There it is.
That’s the nerve.
Not morality.
Brand violation.
And weirdly?
I don’t even judge it.
Because if someone is wearing your name while committing atrocities, that’s not worship.
That’s identity theft.