Seven Sins System Chapter 799. Outdated

Seven Sins System Chapter 799. Outdated

They tried to break it.

Their Greed power pulsed violently.

But they didn’t understand contract law.

Their limbs snapped inward as invisible terms enforced themselves.

Blood sprayed.

I moved again.

Tentacles splitting.

Blades carving through the tips  simultaneously.

One lost both legs.

Another lost his head.

Luci landed beside me.

Breathing steady.

Eyes burning.

“I hate this,” he muttered.

“I know,” I replied.

Because this wasn’t just enemies.

This was theft.

Distortion.

Mimicry.

Algan slammed the last standing hybrid into the remains of the conference table.

The man’s chest cavity was half-open, organs spilling.

And still…

He laughed.

“You are outdated,” he wheezed.

I stepped forward.

Placed my boot on his throat.

“No,” I said quietly.

“You are.”

And I crushed his windpipe.

Silence fell.

Smoke drifted through broken walls.

The city wind howled through the shattered tower.

Twelve bodies.

Hybrid blood everywhere.

My armor dripped crimson.

Algan stood beside me, breathing hard but smiling.

Luci wiped gold-stained blood off his sleeve with visible disgust.

Mamon adjusted his glasses calmly. “They were prototypes,” he said.

Of course this wasn’t the core.

I looked at the ruined room.

Mana still humming in deeper layers.

Oh.

This building went down further.

I felt my lips curve slowly.

Now.

Now we were getting somewhere.

“Gluttony…”

The word rolled out of me like a private joke.

My tentacles twitched, and then split at the tips. Flesh rippled. Edges softened. The blades folded inward and opened into wet, tooth-lined mouths.

They did not hesitate.

They bent down and swallowed.

One corpse at a time.

No chewing. No dramatic crunch. Just a slick pull, a ripple of shadow, and the bodies vanished into dimensional storage.

For further investigation.

Not eaten.

Stored.

Probably.

Mamon didn’t even blink. “Yes, yes. Evidence containment. Very professional.”

I smiled sweetly. “Of course.”

Algan snorted.

Luci turned away as the last leg disappeared into darkness. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that.”

The floor was now only stained marble instead of scattered limbs.

Much cleaner.

Much more respectable.

For a massacre.

Mamon glanced at his tablet, tapping quickly. “Alright. That was warm-up. We move. I have thirty minutes before a fiscal catastrophe unfolds in Greed district.”

I blinked. “You left a market open?”

“It never closes,” he muttered.

Of course it doesn’t.

Then he paused.

His gaze lifted.

“…And,” he added flatly, “this room is a trap.”

The air changed.

Pressure slammed down from above.

Not gravity.

Not mana.

Authority.

The walls glowed faintly with sigils we hadn’t noticed, hidden in decorative molding, etched into light fixtures, embedded in the floor seams.

My system flared.

[Warning: Multi-Layered Containment Array Activated]

[Source: External Channel - Unknown Authority]

[Effect: Sin Suppression Field - 47% and Rising]

Oh.

“You should have told us that before.” I deadpanned at Mamon. “You really enjoy timing.”

He lifted one shoulder. “I suspected. Needed confirmation.”

Of course he did.

The pressure intensified.

My wings twitched slightly.

Algan’s armor dimmed.

Luci’s aura flickered.

Ah.

It wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to weaken.

Then harvest.

Clever.

Lumira stepped forward.

She didn’t panic.

She didn’t rush.

She just closed her eyes.

“Do not worry,” she said softly.

I almost laughed.

That’s what people say before catastrophic divine explosions.

“This trap,” she continued, voice steady, “is not a problem for me.”

She lifted her hands.

The air around her brightened, not violently, not blinding, but like morning light creeping into a dark room.

Then she began to pray.

“By mercy unmeasured and grace unbound,

By the quiet bloom where light is found,

Let false bindings fall apart,

Let truth unravel twisted art.”

The last word settled like silk.

Light spiraled outward from her palms.

Not sharp.

Not aggressive.

Soft.

The sigils embedded in the walls flickered.

Cracked.

The suppression field shattered like brittle glass.

My system chimed.

[Sin Suppression Field Dispelled]

[Authority Interference Nullified]

[Source Identified: Hybridized Divine-Residual Technology]

I exhaled slowly.

“See?” Lumira said gently.

Mamon stared at her for a moment.

Then nodded once.

“…I like her too.”

She smiled faintly. “Thank you. It is my duty as a goddess.”

Algan rolled his shoulders.

Power returned.

Pressure lifted.

Mamon tapped his tablet again. “Follow me, Chaos Ducklings.”

We all visibly cringed.

But we followed.

We stepped out of the shattered conference room like we owned the building.

Which, honestly, felt accurate.

The hallway beyond was pristine. White marble floors. Corporate artwork. Soft lighting. Quiet.

The contrast was absurd.

Inside the room: blood, ruin, half-demons disassembled.

Outside: executive normalcy.

The first group of actual mortals we encountered froze mid-conversation.

They were dressed in tailored suits.

Holding tablets.

Talking about “quarterly projections.”

They stared at us.

At the horns.

The wings.

The blood on my armor.

The faint golden smear on Luci’s sleeve.

One of them blinked slowly.

“…Is this a performance?”

I stared back at him.

Lumira stepped forward before I could answer.

She inhaled softly.

Then exhaled.

A fragrance filled the air.

Not strong.

Not overwhelming.

Subtle.

Warm.

Like childhood.

Like safety.

The mortals’ expressions softened.

Confusion melted into calm.

One by one, they slumped gently to the floor.

Sleeping.

Peacefully.

Algan looked down at them. “That’s… effective.”

Lumira nodded. “They are uninvolved.”

I glanced at her.

Cold earlier.

Gentle now.

Interesting.

We moved on.

Elevators were disabled.

Security doors locked.

It didn’t matter.

Mamon flicked a finger and the locks disintegrated into rust.

We stepped into the executive wing.

Here, the air was different.

Heavier.

Mana saturated the carpet.

Hybrid energy humming beneath the floor.

They felt us coming.

Three emerged from side corridors.

Their forms partially shifted already, horn ridges, warped wings, metallic veins glowing beneath skin.

One lunged immediately.

Algan intercepted him.

Bone shattered under his fist.

The second tried to cast layered Greed constructs, coin-shaped blades rotating rapidly.

I moved faster.

Tentacles pierced through both shoulders and pinned him to the wall.

Blood splattered in symmetrical arcs.

The third tried to retreat.

Luci appeared behind him.

“No.”

That was all he said.

Then the hybrid’s spine folded inward unnaturally.