Seven Sins System Chapter 798. Artificial Evolution
Seven Sins System Chapter 798. Artificial Evolution
I leaned slightly toward Puriel and whispered, “The deal only protects mortals, right?”
She didn’t look at me. Her eyes were fixed on the twelve across the table.
“…I suppose,” she said quietly.
That was enough.
I straightened.
The tension inside my chest snapped into alignment.
“Let’s go, Algan.”
That was all I said.
That was all he needed.
Mamon was still mid-sentence at the head of the table, something about unauthorized power acquisition and contractual violations, but my five tentacles erupted from my back before he could finish.
They didn’t lash randomly.
They unfolded like blades waking up.
The first strike split the table.
Obsidian shattered down the center, cracking like thunder splitting a mountain. Chairs flew backward as shockwaves rippled outward. Glass walls spiderwebbed instantly.
And then the hybrids moved.
Not panicked.
Not clumsy.
Battle stance.
Mana flared around each of them, controlled and disciplined.
This wasn’t amateur cult nonsense.
They had trained.
The first one lunged toward me, his skin splitting along the arms as blackened veins pulsed beneath. His back tore open and half-formed Greed wings burst outward, but jagged, asymmetrical. One side heavier than the other.
Artificial evolution.
His eyes burned molten gold.
I met him mid-air.
My tentacle blade caught his wrist and twisted.
Bone snapped.
He didn’t scream.
He grinned.
Then Pride surged through him.
A second aura layered over the first.
Oh.
Half Greed.
Half Pride.
Behind me, Luci inhaled sharply.
Then something in him changed.
He stepped forward.
His wings unfurled in full, immaculate symmetry.
His presence flooded the room.
“You dare,” he said softly.
The hybrid with dual sin energy smirked.
“You are inefficient,” the creature said. “Emotionally volatile. We refined you.”
Wrong.
Wrong choice of words.
Luci moved.
Not flashy.
Not loud.
He simply appeared in front of the hybrid and pressed two fingers to his forehead.
Pride collided with counterfeit Pride.
The air imploded.
A sonic crack shattered the remaining glass.
The hybrid flew backward through a marble pillar, blood spraying across white walls in a violent arc.
And still…
He stood up.
Spitting crimson.
Strong.
I grinned.
Good.
This was worth it.
Algan crashed through two at once, his Wrath form fully unleashed. Horns curved sharper, armor glowing with infernal red veins. He grabbed one by the throat and slammed him into the floor hard enough to crater reinforced stone.
The other tried to stab him with a condensed blade of Greed mana.
Algan didn’t dodge.
He let it pierce.
Then he headbutted the attacker so hard teeth scattered across the room like thrown pearls.
I lunged forward.
Two hybrids tried to flank me, synchronized.
One launched chains of condensed currency-like sigils, razor-thin symbols spinning in lethal patterns.
The other detonated compressed Pride energy outward in concussive bursts.
I twisted mid-air.
Tentacles crossed in front of me.
Explosion.
The blast engulfed my silhouette in gold and violet light.
For half a second the room vanished in fire.
Then the smoke tore apart.
I stood there.
Armor scorched but intact.
Tentacles bleeding black energy.
“Stronger than soldiers,” I muttered.
One of them rushed me from behind.
He partially shifted, jaw elongating slightly, eyes splitting vertically, Greed sigils burning beneath his skin.
He drove his arm forward like a spear.
I let him get close.
Too close.
My third tentacle pierced straight through his abdomen.
Not a clean stab.
A tear.
It ripped upward.
Organs spilled onto polished marble.
Hot.
Wet.
The smell of iron filled the room.
He choked once.
Then I split him in half.
Blood splashed across the ceiling.
The others didn’t falter.
They roared.
Mana surged violently.
They were drawing power from the room.
Ah.
The chamber itself was a battery.
Sin arrays hidden in the walls.
Feeding them.
Smart.
Very smart.
Mamon had stepped back during the chaos.
He was observing.
Calculating.
One hybrid slammed into him from the side with condensed Greed force.
Mamon didn’t dodge.
He caught the strike.
Palm to fist.
Energy rippled outward in a violent shockwave.
The attacker’s arm shattered from the inside.
Mamon leaned close. “You over-leveraged,” he said calmly.
Then he crushed the hybrid’s chest inward.
Bones folded like collapsing scaffolding.
Behind me, Luci was furious.
One of the half Greed, half Pride hybrids tried to mirror his stance.
Tried to replicate his aura.
Tried to smirk the same way.
Luci’s smile vanished.
He extended one wing.
Pride flooded the room like a divine decree.
The hybrid dropped to one knee involuntarily.
“You do not wear my reflection,” Luci said quietly.
Then he decapitated him with a clean arc of energy.
The head rolled across the marble floor, gold blood streaking behind it.
Algan roared.
Three hybrids attacked him simultaneously, synchronized.
One detonated Greed bombs under his feet.
The other two drove Pride spears toward his back.
The explosion swallowed him whole.
Flames and shattered concrete filled the air.
When the smoke cleared…
Algan stood there.
Burning.
Laughing.
His armor cracked open slightly, molten Wrath leaking through.
He grabbed one attacker and tore his arm off.
Then beat another with it.
I twisted sideways as another blast slammed into me.
One hybrid had mutated further, his spine extended, forming skeletal protrusions. Greed coins fused into his flesh like scale armor.
He charged.
Fast.
Too fast for normal soldiers.
I let him hit me.
We crashed through the glass wall and into open air.
Wind screamed past us as we fell.
He tried to bite my throat.
I grabbed his jaw and ripped it sideways.
Cartilage tore.
He shrieked.
I drove my knee into his chest and snapped his spine mid-fall.
Then I kicked him downward.
He hit the street below like a meteor.
Cars flipped.
Fire bloomed.
I hovered for half a second.
Then teleported back inside.
The room was half-destroyed.
Walls gone.
Smoke thick.
Bodies everywhere.
Still six standing.
Still fighting.
Strong.
This wasn’t a small operation.
They’d evolved.
Harvested properly.
Refined our residue into something dangerously stable.
Mamon raised a hand.
Contracts flared in the air.
Red script wrapping around two hybrids at once.