Seven Sins System Chapter 800. Gangster Energy I
Seven Sins System Chapter 800. Gangster Energy I
We kept moving.
Systematic.
Efficient.
Gangster energy.
Boots hitting marble.
Wings brushing glass walls.
Blood trailing behind us like a signature.
Some doors opened.
Some mortals peeked.
They saw us.
They saw the hybrids.
They saw the impossible.
Lumira’s fragrance drifted again.
They dropped gently into sleep.
No panic.
No screams.
Just quiet collapse.
Professional.
The hybrids, though…
They attacked in coordinated bursts.
Two from the ceiling.
One from beneath the floor.
One detonated Pride energy like a flash grenade.
The explosion rattled windows for blocks.
I caught the ceiling attacker mid-drop and slammed him through three cubicles.
Algan ripped the floor attacker out by the leg and crushed his skull against a column.
Luci sliced through a Pride construct cleanly and kicked its creator across the hallway hard enough to dent steel.
Mamon walked calmly through it all.
Tablet glowing.
Scanning.
Tracing energy signatures.
He didn’t fight unless necessary.
He didn’t waste movement.
He simply calculated.
Another hybrid leaped toward him.
Gold flames erupting from his palms.
Mamon sighed. “Really?”
He snapped his fingers.
The flames inverted.
Collapsed inward.
The hybrid screamed as his own energy compressed and imploded against his chest.
He fell.
Smoking.
Dead.
We turned a corner.
The end of the corridor opened into a larger chamber.
Mana density spiked.
Even I felt it.
Algan inhaled sharply. “Core level,” he muttered.
Mamon’s expression hardened. “Yes.”
Doors ahead reinforced.
Layered.
He didn’t blast them.
He touched them.
The metal dissolved into fine dust.
“Inside,” he said.
We stepped through.
Behind us, sleeping mortals lined the halls like discarded mannequins.
Hybrids lay torn and broken.
The building still stood.
For now.
We weren’t rampaging blindly.
We were cutting.
Clean.
Precise.
Deadly.
Lumira walked calmly at our side.
Her light faint but steady.
Luci adjusted his sleeve again, visibly irritated by residual gold blood.
Algan flexed his fingers, eager.
And Mamon walked ahead, tablet glowing brighter.
I glanced at Mamon’s tablet.
A massive red warning icon pulsed on the screen.
Even from here I could see it reflected in his glasses.
My system flared almost immediately after.
[Warning!!! Lord-Level Demon Ahead]
[Sin Detected: Greed + Pride]
[Classification: Hybrid Entity/ Non-Human]
[Status: Not Mortal/ Half Devil]
[Type: ???]
[Threat Level: Elevated]
I blinked once.
Even my system didn’t know what it was.
That bothered me.
Not in a fear way.
In a curiosity way.
Because systems hate not knowing.
I shook my head slowly.
Mortals.
Mortals did this?
I always thought they were reckless when they touched residue. Ambitious. Sure. Dangerous sometimes.
But this?
This was beyond cult ritual nonsense.
They created something.
Or maybe assembled something.
Something that combined Greed and Pride properly.
My stomach did a small, uncomfortable twist.
That was supposed to be our lane.
We got inside the chamber.
The pressure hit immediately.
Like walking into a deep ocean trench.
Not suffocating.
Just oppressive.
Authority layered over authority.
My system flickered again.
[Environmental Pressure Increase Detected]
[Shadow Density: Comparable to Lower Realm Threshold]
Oh.
This felt familiar.
Shadow realm adjacent.
I inhaled slowly.
For me?
Not a problem.
I’ve fought worse atmospheres before breakfast.
But I glanced sideways.
Lumira’s light dimmed slightly.
Puriel’s wings tightened.
That made me pause.
“You guys okay?” I asked.
My tone was casual.
Lumira waved her hand gently.
Light unfurled in a circular arc around her and Puriel, forming a subtle arena, like a translucent dome of stabilized energy.
Not flashy.
Just balanced.
Neutralized.
The pressure eased around them.
“We are fine,” she said softly.
Of course she is.
I don’t know why I even asked.
The ceiling disappeared into darkness above.
And then…
The screaming.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
But constant.
Layered.
Whispers.
Crying.
Moaning.
Not from mortal throats.
From something else.
From everywhere.
I stilled.
That wasn’t live souls.
That wasn’t active humans.
Those were echoes.
Ex-mortal souls.
Prototypes.
The ones we killed upstairs.
The ones before them.
The ones before that.
Trapped.
My system confirmed it quietly.
[Anomaly Detected: Soul Anchor Network]
[Status: Detached from Mortal Cycle]
[Celestial Registry: No Record]
[Underworld Intake: No Record]
[Conclusion: Intercepted Before Judgment]
My jaw tightened.
They weren’t going up.
They weren’t going down.
They were stuck.
Bound to this chamber.
Harvested.
Each prototype death fed something.
Each hybrid failure strengthened the core.
Shit.
I thought only demons did that.
I mean, we do it openly.
Efficiently.
With paperwork.
But this?
This was hidden.
Concealed from both realms.
Clever.
Very clever.
Mamon’s expression shifted subtly.
He didn’t look angry.
He looked… analytical.
Which is worse.
“This,” he murmured quietly, “is extremely illegal.”
Illegal.
That word hit differently in his mouth.
Luci walked slowly forward.
The chamber center pulsed.
And then.
It appeared.
Not summoned.
Not dramatic.
Just revealed.
A figure stepped from the density of shadow.
Tall.
Perfect posture.
Wings unfurled, but mismatched.
One side shimmering in Greed’s metallic sheen.
The other carved in Pride’s immaculate symmetry.
Not chaotic.
Not unstable.
Balanced.
Too balanced.
Its eyes glowed gold and violet simultaneously.
It wore no armor.
Just a tailored coat that resembled a corporate executive’s uniform.
Oh.
That aesthetic choice was deliberate.
It smiled.
That was new.
Not a manic grin.
Not monstrous.
Composed.
“I was expecting you,” it said calmly.
Its voice layered, like two tones speaking in perfect harmony.
My spine prickled.
Lord-level.
Confirmed.
And then I felt something else.
Not fear.
Recognition.
It wasn’t chaotic like hybrids upstairs.
It wasn’t sloppy.
It was refined.
It radiated hunger without frenzy.
Authority without screaming.
Greed.
Pride.
Integrated.
Mamon stepped forward slowly.
Tablet dimming.
He looked smaller than usual.
Not physically.
Energetically.
Focused.
“You are operating without authorization,” Mamon said evenly.
The hybrid tilted its head slightly. “Authorization from whom?”
The way it said it.
Polite.
Measured.
Arrogant.
Luci’s eye twitched.
That was Pride bait.
I inhaled slowly.
The screaming around us intensified slightly.
The trapped souls pulsed like a power grid.
Every prototype death feeding this one.
Every failure compounding into success.
So that’s how it reached Lord level.
Not through natural ascension.
Through accumulation.
Internally, I was torn between impressed and irritated.
Mortals built a recycling system for sin power.
That’s disturbingly innovative.
Algan shifted beside me. His excitement dimmed slightly. He felt it too.
This wasn’t a brute.
This was constructed dominance.