Seven Sins System Chapter 797. Intellectual Property Theft
Seven Sins System Chapter 797. Intellectual Property Theft
We stood there like misplaced parade floats.
Around us… mortals.
But not ordinary mortals.
Twelve of them, seated evenly along the elongated obsidian conference table like a curated board of directors from a financial magazine cover. Tailored charcoal suits. Silk ties in disciplined shades of navy and burgundy. Watches that whispered generational wealth. Hair immaculate. Nails manicured. Posture perfect. Calm eyes behind rimless glasses. They looked pristine. Corporate elite.
The room itself was sterile and minimal, glass walls, skyline view, recessed lighting, filtered air. No candles. No skulls. No ritual markings. Just polished marble and quarterly ambition humming quietly beneath it.
I muttered quietly, “Observation.”
My system flared.
[Skill Activated: Observation]
[Scanning Target: Human Variants - Mana Mutation Detected]
[Status: Sin-Infused Cultivators]
[Primary Affinities: Greed (42%), Pride (33%), Residual Minor Sins (Unstable)]
[Warning: Artificial Sin Integration - Contamination Level High]
Oh.
Oh no.
That was real.
Every single one of them carried fragments.
Mana patterns warped.
Aura density uneven.
Eyes too sharp.
Posture too confident.
They’d been cultivating our residue.
Mamon’s especially.
Luci’s too.
I slowly scanned the room.
Expensive suits.
Perfect hair.
Dead calm faces.
And underneath that?
Corruption.
Luci tilted his head. “So,” he murmured lightly, “we attack them or what?”
I didn’t answer.
Because Mamon was already stepping forward.
He didn’t look angry.
He didn’t look amused.
He looked… Corporate.
He stepped down from the table as if arriving late to a board meeting.
He adjusted his cuffs.
Straightened his jacket.
Then he looked at them.
Silence filled the room.
One of the mortals finally spoke. “And you are?”
Mamon didn’t smile. “My name,” he said evenly, “is Mamon.” A pause. “Lord of Greed.”
The temperature dropped.
I watched their faces.
Some disbelief.
Some recognition.
One of them scoffed softly. “That’s impossible.”
Mamon tilted his head slightly.
“Is it?”
He gestured subtly toward the shattered ward signatures flickering on the windows.
“You installed layered concealment wards valued at approximately 48.6 million in mortal currency. Powered by harvested sin residue.”
He walked slowly along the table.
“And you diluted my brand.”
My eye twitched.
Brand.
Algan leaned closer to me and whispered, “Why he speak like a CEO?”
“Because he’s offended,” I whispered back.
Luci snorted quietly. “I prefer Wrath style.”
I did too.
But I had to admit…
Watching Mamon audit them like they were a failed startup was… deeply satisfying. But I needed blood!
One of the executives stood. “You have no authority here.”
Mamon looked at him.
Then slowly removed his glasses.
Authority shifted.
Subtle.
Heavy.
“You have been harvesting residue,” Mamon said calmly. “Using counterfeit summoning protocols. Monetizing diluted sin.”
He clasped his hands behind his back.
“That constitutes intellectual property theft.”
I nearly laughed.
Intellectual property theft.
We are devils.
And this is how he frames it.
“You built this,” Mamon continued, gesturing around the room, “without a licensing agreement.”
The room went silent.
My jaw dropped. Yeah… I regreted it. I shouldn’t let him lead us. Cause this was how he fight.
One of them finally spoke. “We improved it.”
Oh.
That was the wrong sentence.
Luci inhaled sharply.
Algan’s wings flexed.
I felt something inside my chest crack slightly.
Improved it?
Mamon didn’t move.
He just blinked once.
“You improved… Greed?”
The executive nodded confidently. “We optimized it. Removed inefficiencies. Streamlined emotional volatility.”
I felt personally attacked.
Luci whispered, “They sanitized you.”
Mamon’s aura shifted.
Not explosive.
Not violent.
Just…
Sharp.
“You removed volatility,” he repeated softly.
“Yes,” the executive replied, almost proud. “Greed without collapse,” the man corrected smoothly. “Hierarchy without resistance. Order where the lower class understands their place. They work. They serve. They bow. We ascend.”
He said it like it was enlightened.
Like exploitation rebranded as efficiency.
Like domination polished into leadership.
My face twitched before I could stop it.
I physically cringed.
“Sounds like capitalism,” I muttered flatly.
Luci choked on a laugh.
Mamon did not laugh.
The executive smiled faintly. “It’s optimization.”
“Of course it is,” I replied dryly. “Oppression always gets a rebrand.”
Algan whispered, “Can we punch them now?”
“Not yet,” I muttered.
Mamon stepped closer to the speaker. “You attempted to refine me.” He leaned slightly forward. “Do you know what Greed is?”
The executive opened his mouth.
Mamon raised a finger. “No.”
He straightened. “Greed is imbalance. It is hunger without limit. It is collapse that breeds consolidation.”
His voice didn’t rise.
But the room vibrated.
“You commodified my residue,” he continued. “You fed it to yourselves. And now you believe you’ve evolved.”
One of the others smirked. “We are stronger than before.”
Oh.
That’s cute.
I felt my fingers twitch.
Wrath style.
Wrath style!
Please let me end this with Wrath style!!!
Mamon glanced at me briefly.
A silent warning.
Stay.
He turned back to them. “Demonstrate.”
The room went still.
Then one of them, mid-thirties, immaculate suit, golden pupils, stepped forward.
His aura flared.
Greed power.
But warped.
Artificial.
He launched forward.
Fast.
Mana condensed around his fist, aiming directly at Mamon’s chest.
I tensed.
Algan moved instinctively.
Luci’s claws flexed.
But Mamon didn’t move.
The fist struck…
And froze.
Mid-air.
Bound.
Invisible chains of condensed contract energy wrapped around the attacker’s arm.
Then his torso.
Then his throat.
He choked.
Mamon looked down at him calmly. “You are borrowing.”
He tightened the bind slightly.
The man’s aura flickered wildly.
“You do not own what you wield.”
The rest of the executives stood.
Auras flaring.
Artificial sin pulsing.
This was about to get loud.
Luci grinned slowly. “Oh good,” he murmured.
Algan stepped forward beside me.
Finally.
Finallyyyy!
Mamon tightened his grip on the bound attacker.
“You will now explain,” he said softly, “who supplied the core residue.”
The man struggled.
His power lashed outward…
And I saw it.
The pattern.
Behind them.
Above them.
In the ceiling.
There was something else.
Not just them.
Something feeding them.
Something layered deeper.
My lips curved.
This just got interesting.
Algan leaned closer. “Wrath style?” he whispered.
I smiled slowly. “System… are they still mortals or not?”
My vision flickered faintly.
[Analyzing Targets…]
[Genetic Structure: Altered]
[Sin Integration: 63-81%]
[Classification: Hybrid Entities]
[Status: No Longer Fully Mortal]
[Binding Treaty Clause: Mortal Protection - Not Applicable]
Oh.
Oh, that was beautiful.