Seven Sins System Chapter 794. The Fake Greed III
Seven Sins System Chapter 794. The Fake Greed III
I stared. “We need a specific location.”
Mamon exhaled sharply through his nose. “I’m tracking now, damn it. Infernal? Easy. Celestial? Annoying but manageable. Mortal realm? Their data structures are chaotic. Too much noise. Too many signals.”
I grunted.
Of course.
Mortals are messy.
They invented social media.
Luci slowly swept his gaze across the trembling party guests, who were very much reconsidering their life choices at this moment. “Well,” he said lightly, “how about we ask them?”
He gestured toward the fifty pale, sweating humans.
I waved a hand indifferently. “Do what you want. You know the rules.”
He grinned. “No killing.”
I nodded. “Torture is fine.”
His smile widened. “Leaving them half-dead?”
“Also fine.”
He clasped his hands together. “I do enjoy boundaries.”
And just like that… Luci and Algan moved.
The mortals screamed again.
Honestly?
The volume in this room was getting repetitive.
I stepped away from the fallen fake Greed and let myself relax for a second.
The adrenaline was still there, humming under my skin, but it wasn’t explosive anymore. It was just… buzzing.
I lifted a hand lazily.
‘Telekinesis.’
A bottle of wine floated off a nearby shattered table, gliding through the air like it knew it belonged to me.
I caught it without looking and took a slow sip.
It tasted like overconfidence and oak.
Mamon stared at me.
Deadpan.
“Can you sit somewhere else?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“You are sitting on the subject.”
I blinked.
Then looked down.
Ah.
Right.
The fake Greed’s golden wing was currently flattened under my boot.
He was still stiff.
Like a very ugly decorative rug.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
I teleported.
Reappeared on the marble counter near the destroyed bar.
Most of the chairs were splintered.
The tables were in pieces.
Honestly? We redecorated aggressively.
I swung one leg lazily while sipping wine, watching Luci work.
He had a man by the collar, pressing him gently, very gently according to infernal standard, against a cracked pillar.
“You funded this,” Luci said pleasantly. “Explain!”
The man sobbed. “It was exclusive access! Spiritual purification retreats!”
Algan walked past and slammed another donor face-first into the floor.
No killing.
Efficient compliance enforcement.
Mamon was crouched near the unconscious fake, fingers hovering inches above his chest, eyes glowing faintly as he traced mana threads backward.
The ballroom lights flickered.
I took another sip.
Internally?
I felt strangely calm.
Not happy.
Not satisfied.
Just… steady.
The fake Greed had tried to replace us.
That meant there were others.
Maybe fake Lust.
Fake Envy.
Fake Pride.
The idea was almost funny.
I glanced at Luci.
He was currently forcing a terrified investor to kneel.
Pride faked?
That would be catastrophic.
He would take it personally.
I snorted softly at the thought.
Mamon glanced up. “Don’t laugh,” he said. “This is structured.”
“I know,” I replied.
He looked back down. “The mana signature originates from a concentrated urban zone,” he muttered. “High population density. Strong digital infrastructure.”
“City,” I translated dryly.
“Yes, Wrath. A city.”
Luci dragged another mortal closer.
“Name,” he demanded.
The man choked out a name.
Mamon’s eyes flicked.
“Matches minor transaction cluster.”
Progress.
I leaned back on my hands, letting my wings rest slightly behind me.
The marble was cool under my palms.
The fake Greed twitched once.
Still alive.
Good.
I didn’t want him dead yet.
He still owed us answers.
I looked at Mamon again.
“How deep?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment.
“Deep enough to be intentional.”
That made something shift in my chest.
Intentional means design.
Design means architect.
Architect means target.
I took another sip.
The wine bottle was almost empty.
“Tell me when you have coordinates,” I said casually.
Luci glanced back at me. “You’re too calm,” he observed.
“I’m drinking,” I replied.
“That doesn’t count.”
“It does emotionally.”
He snorted.
Algan dragged two unconscious men into a pile.
Very neat pile.
Very organized violence.
Honestly, we’re efficient.
I watched the fake Greed lying there and tilted my head slightly. “I don’t get it,” I muttered to no one in particular, “why do they want to fake us? We are the bad guys here.”
Luci overheard. He gave a soft, amused exhale. “El. Mortals don’t want villains. They want controllable villains.”
I glanced at him. “You mean they downgrade us?”
“They sanitize the brand,” he said lightly. “Make us marketable. Less existential dread. More… golden cosplay.”
I snorted. “That thing looks like a failed jewelry ad.”
Luci smirked. “Exactly. They don’t want sin. They want aesthetic.”
“And profit,” I added.
“And validation,” he replied. “Worship feels safer when the god fits the fantasy.”
I looked back at the unconscious counterfeit. “So we’re too real.”
Luci’s smile thinned slightly. “We always were.”
Mamon stood up slowly. His glasses glinted.
“I have a partial location.”
My posture straightened immediately.
“Where?”
He hesitated.
“Metropolitan cluster. Tech-finance district. Mortal.”
I stared at him, deadpanned. “That’s vague.”
“I said partial.”
I exhaled.
Patience.
Wrath requires patience sometimes.
I swung my leg once off the counter.
“Then we clean this up,” I said quietly.
Luci finished interrogating another donor and tossed him aside like discarded packaging.
Algan stepped closer to me. “Orders?” he asked.
I looked around the destroyed ballroom.
The sobbing investors.
The unconscious fake.
The shattered chandelier.
And somewhere below, children finally breathing without fear.
“Secure evidence,” I said. “Leave them alive with bad, bad trauma. Something that can’t be erased for the rest of their lives.” I grinned like a devil I was. "You what I mean..."
The three demons grinned in response. Oh yeah, whatever the sin was… all demons knew how to create chaos and bring punishment.
I stood up slowly.
The last of the wine bottle dropped to the floor and shattered.
Raw.
Controlled.
Messy.
And somewhere in the back of my mind...
I could almost hear my brothers laughing.
Fake sins.
Mortal cities.
Corporate devils.
This was going to be complicated.
And honestly?
I was starting to enjoy it.