Seven Sins System Chapter 806. Pride's Madness III
Seven Sins System Chapter 806. Pride's Madness III
He extended both arms outward.
The air froze.
Pressure descended from every direction simultaneously.
Pride declared judgment.
The creature tried to move.
It couldn’t.
Its wings locked mid-beat.
Its claws froze inches from forming another strike.
Luci descended slowly toward it.
Each step in the air echoed like a verdict being written.
He reached the creature.
Placed one hand on its forehead.
And spoke.
“You dared.”
No shouting.
No theatrics.
Just fact.
Then he squeezed.
The creature’s head imploded inward under impossible force. Its chest reactor flickered violently as cracks spread through its armored body. Greed energy tried to burst outward in one final detonation…
Luci crushed its core with his other hand.
The explosion didn’t expand.
It compressed.
Folded inward.
Like reality inhaled sharply.
And then… Silence.
The creature disintegrated into ash and residual light.
Gone.
Erased.
Again.
Luci hovered alone in the sky, wings extended, skeletal form illuminated by the city lights below.
He stayed like that for several seconds.
Then slowly…
He reverted.
Wings refined.
Bone softened.
Face restored.
Suit immaculate.
He descended calmly to our rooftop.
Adjusted his cuff.
And looked at me.
“Well,” he said evenly.
I exhaled.
“…You win the bet.”
He nodded once.
“Correct.”
Mamon smirked faintly.
Algan cracked his neck.
Below us, police lights flashed, civilians safely evacuated, the building now a carefully controlled disaster site.
I glanced at Luci.
“You feeling better?”
He paused.
Then gave the faintest smile.
“Yes.”
I nodded.
Good.
Because if that scratch had stayed?
The entire district would have become a cautionary tale.
Like one of those urban legends mortals tell each other at 2 AM.
“Remember that night the sky cracked open and half a skyscraper vanished?”
“Yeah, probably a gas leak.”
Sure.
Gas leak my tail.
I stood there on the rooftop, ash still drifting down like judgment-flavored snow, watching the smoke curl upward in slow spirals. Sirens continued wailing below, distant and frantic, but up here? It was almost quiet. Just the faint hum of residual mana and the city pretending it understood what just happened.
Luci looked perfectly fine again. Of course he did. Hair immaculate. Suit pressed. Zero evidence that five minutes ago he had been a skeletal nightmare tearing reality apart because someone scratched his face.
I cleared my throat. “So.”
Luci glanced at me, one brow slightly raised. That subtle expression. Calm. Controlled. As if he didn’t just flatten a district.
I continued, pacing a little because standing still made my brain replay the explosion in high definition. “Now we just need clues. More clues. Something that points all this to the other fake Sin Lords.”
Because yeah.
This wasn’t random.
Hybrids don’t evolve like that without funding.
Without backing.
Without someone arrogant enough to think they can manufacture us.
Mamon nodded once. “I agree.”
His voice was level, analytical. As if he was already calculating losses and asset movement.
Algan crossed his arms, staring at the ruin.
“How?” he asked.
And that was the problem.
All three of us slowly turned our heads toward what used to be a building.
Or rather.
A building-shaped memory.
It was flattened.
Compressed.
Turned into layered concrete lasagna.
Searching for clues in that?
Even with Telekinesis?
I made a face.
Serious pass.
I could lift slabs. I could separate debris. But Pride’s compression had turned everything into compacted dust and molten glass fused into abstract art.
For a moment none of us said anything.
Wind brushed past us, carrying the smell of burnt steel and city electricity. Below, Puriel’s light shimmered faintly as evacuation protocols continued. Lumira’s presence softened the panic into confused compliance. Police officers looked overwhelmed but oddly calm.
I exhaled slowly.
[Clue Retrieval Probability: 6%]
Six percent.
That’s basically a polite way of saying “don’t bother.”
Mamon sighed softly.
Then, he summoned his pad.
That sleek little digital tablet appeared in his hand with a faint shimmer of greed-infused pixels.
He glanced at it.
And blinked.
“My meeting is here.”
I stared at him.
He scrolled once. “It is almost past thirty minutes. My summoning time is nearly up.”
Oh.
Right.
He’s technically not fully anchored here.
Must be nice.
He gave us a small nod.
“Bye now.”
And then… He vanished.
I stared at the empty space where he had been.
“…Damn him.”
Algan snorted quietly.
Luci didn’t react outwardly, but I saw the slight narrowing of his eyes.
Which translated to “betrayal logged”.
I stepped closer to Luci slowly.
There’s something weird about standing next to someone who can disintegrate skyscrapers when mildly annoyed. You don’t want to move too fast. Or too slow. Or breathe too loud.
I patted his shoulder.
Carefully.
“I lost.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“Yes.”
No mercy.
I nodded solemnly. “I will give you the wine.”
A pause.
“But,” I added lightly, because I am not stupid enough to let Pride walk away clean, “you need to take responsibility too for your actions.”
His gaze shifted slightly.
“What responsibility?”
I gestured toward the rubble field below.
“You destroyed it.”
Silence.
“You search for it.”
His jaw tightened.
I released his shoulder.
Grabbed Algan by the wrist.
And teleported.
The last thing I heard before the world folded into shadow…
“CURSE YOU ALL!”
I grinned mid-teleport.
Worth it.
We reappeared three rooftops away, just outside the primary disaster radius.
Algan let out a low chuckle.
“You left him.”
I looked back toward the ruin, watching faint pulses of Pride flare intermittently as Luci began scanning through the debris.
Internally?
I felt… complicated.
On one hand?
We need clues.
On the other hand?
I am not digging through flattened structural trauma caused by Pride’s meltdown.
He broke it.
He fixes it.
That’s the law.
Algan leaned on the rooftop ledge.
“You think he’ll actually find anything?”
I considered it.
Luci is meticulous.
And when Pride is insulted?
He becomes obsessive.
“He’ll find something,” I said quietly.
The city air cooled slightly as emergency lights continued flashing. Helicopters hovered at a safe distance now. News drones circled but couldn’t approach due to residual mana interference.
I folded my arms slowly.
Algan nudged me lightly.
“You were worried.”
I rolled my eyes immediately. “No.”
He raised one brow.
“…Maybe a little.”
Not because I doubted him.
But because when Pride goes full form?
Collateral becomes philosophy.
I glanced back once more.
A faint violet glow flared briefly in the distance.
Then dimmed.
I smirked slightly.
“Good luck, brother,” I muttered again under my breath.
And for once?
I meant it.