Seven Sins System Chapter 809. Rotten World
Seven Sins System Chapter 809. Rotten World
I remember the intern I pulled from the 18th floor earlier. The one who was frozen in shock. Hands shaking but still trying to drag someone else out before the ceiling collapsed.
I almost left him.
Almost.
Agreement or not.
I almost didn’t see him.
I opened my eyes.
The sky had deepened into full night now.
Stars barely visible behind city haze.
I looked at my reflection faintly in the dark window behind me. Masked. Horned. Wings half-folded.
Devil.
Built to recognize sin.
Optimized to quantify corruption.
I smirked slightly.
“I don’t need to believe in purity,” I muttered to myself.
I just need to not erase it when it’s inconvenient.
That’s manageable.
Below, a flash of violet shot upward again.
Then…
Silence.
Complete silence.
I straightened slightly.
Energy stabilized.
Oh.
That caught my attention.
I stood slowly, stretching my wings once.
“Finally,” I murmured.
Because whether or not I believe in innocent mortals…
I do believe in revenge.
And if someone thinks they can manufacture fake Sin Lords and walk away?
They’re about to learn something very educational.
I glanced one last time at the empty tea cup.
Then crushed it lightly in my hand, letting it dissolve into shadow.
“Rotten world,” I muttered quietly. “Try not to disappoint her too much.”
And with that, I stepped off the rooftop.
Gravity caught me for half a second.
Then shadow swallowed me whole.
The city folded.
Lights stretched into thin lines. Sound compressed into a low hum. The air around me cooled, then vanished, then reassembled like nothing happened.
And then… I was back.
Right above the flattened ruin.
Hovering.
The place no longer looked like a building. It looked like someone had taken a concept, architecture, and pressed it flat with divine irritation. Concrete fused. Steel bent inward. Glass turned into glittering dust embedded in layers of compressed debris.
And at the center of it all.
Luci.
A faint flash of violet shimmered around him, then dimmed.
Finished.
Yeah.
He was done here.
Either he found something or he obliterated everything that could’ve held it.
Fifty-fifty.
I reappeared a few meters away from him, letting my wings settle slightly behind me. The wind carried heat and dust, brushing past my face like a reminder of what just happened.
He turned.
Slowly.
His eyes…
Oh.
Still not normal.
Not transformed, but not… calm either. There was a residue of something sharp in them. That kind of controlled hatred that hasn’t fully decided to go away yet.
I raised both hands slightly.
“Hey.”
He didn’t answer.
So I continued.
“I sent my tentacles and Algan, didn’t I?” I added casually. “So no complaining.”
A beat.
He tched.
Soft.
Sharp.
Which in Luci language meant ‘barely acceptable, but I’m still judging you.’
I took that as a win.
Before he could say anything else, Algan appeared beside me in a quick flicker of shadow displacement.
Calm.
Collected.
Efficient.
“We got the clues,” he said.
I turned my head toward him immediately.
Good.
That shifted something in my chest.
From annoyance…
To focus.
“Good,” I said.
I snapped my fingers once.
The shadows around the rubble pulsed faintly. My detached constructs, those little fragments of myself, slid back through the debris like obedient thoughts returning to the mind. One by one, they merged into my back, reforming into five sleek tentacles that curled lazily behind me.
Luci glanced around the flattened district with visible disgust.
Not at the destruction.
At the mess.
Which is very on brand.
“Now,” he said flatly, “let’s get out of here.”
And just like that, he disappeared.
No dramatic exit.
No briefing.
No “good work team.”
Just gone.
Pride doesn’t linger in places it has already judged unworthy.
I exhaled slowly.
“Still charming,” I muttered.
Algan gave a small nod.
“Yes.”
I hovered there for a second longer.
Then I looked down.
And saw them again.
Puriel.
Lumira.
Still in the middle of it.
Still surrounded.
Still dealing with mortals like they were unpaid interns in a crisis PR department.
Puriel’s expression?
Yeah.
She looked pissed.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Just that quiet, simmering irritation where every movement becomes sharper than necessary.
Lumira?
Tired.
Her light was still there, still steady, but dimmer now. Softer. Like she was stretching herself too thin across too many wounded bodies and too many emotional demands.
And the mortals?
Still swarming.
Reporters pushing forward.
Microphones extended.
Cameras flashing.
Like flies.
Loud.
Persistent.
Annoying.
I stared at the scene.
Longer than I intended.
And something in my chest… shifted again.
Not anger.
Not quite.
More like… pissed.
Algan spoke beside me.
“My lord?”
I didn’t look at him immediately.
I kept watching.
Then I sighed.
“Algan.”
“Yes?”
I finally turned my head toward him.
“I guess we need to kidnap the goddesses.”
He blinked.
Once.
Clean.
Processing.
“Kidnap… the goddesses?”
“You heard me.”
“You mean Miss Puriel and Lumira?”
“Yes.”
He paused.
Just long enough to be polite about it.
“…Understood.”
I smirked slightly under my mask.
“Mortals are surely annoying,” I added lightly. “You handle Lumira. I handle Puriel.”
Algan nodded again, already shifting into operational mode.
“We are kidnapping them from mortals,” I continued. “We are the bad guys after all.”
A small pause.
“Not like our villain reputation matters anyway.”
Algan almost smiled.
We understood each other.
No moral debate.
Just execution.
I rolled my shoulders once, letting my wings stretch outward slightly before folding back in.
I felt… amused.
Because this?
This is peak irony.
Demons kidnapping goddesses… To save them.
From mortals.
If anyone writes this down, it’s going to sound like satire.
I tilted my head slightly, watching the chaos below.
Puriel was currently being cornered by three reporters and one very enthusiastic civilian holding what looked like a handmade blessing request card.
Lumira was trying to help a wounded man while simultaneously being asked if she could “smile for the camera.”
Yeah.
No.
We’re fixing this.
“Ready?” I asked quietly.
Algan cracked his neck once.
“Always.”
We moved.
I dropped first, shadow wrapping around my form as I descended through the chaos like a blade slipping between conversations.