Seven Sins System Chapter 834. Hostile Takeover
Seven Sins System Chapter 834. Hostile Takeover
I reached the infirmary door. It was unlocked.
“Good morning,” I muttered automatically. I bet either Algan or Luci or both were inside.
Then paused.
Oh.
Not Algan.
Not Luci.
Instead…
Katrina and Penelope stood there waiting.
Penelope leaned against the wall with crossed arms while Katrina sat on one of the waiting chairs swinging her leg lazily.
Both immediately followed me inside once I opened the infirmary.
The door closed behind us.
Silence.
Then Penelope pointed directly at me. “That’s you, right?”
I blinked innocently. “That narrows down nothing.”
“The news.”
Ah.
That.
I sighed. “Obviously.”
Katrina leaned forward immediately, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“Why?”
Her voice lowered slightly.
“Are they the ones trying to mimic you?”
Then softer.
“Or…”
A pause.
“Do you just want to wage war in this realm again?”
I stared at her.
Then laughed.
Actually laughed.
“That’s rude.”
“So yes?”
“The first one.”
Penelope narrowed her eyes. “Mimics?”
I nodded and tossed my bag onto the desk.
“They tried to mimic Greed.”
That got immediate reactions.
Both twins grimaced.
Yeah.
Even vampires knew better than messing with Mamon’s identity.
“Greed snapped,” I continued casually.
Katrina winced immediately.
I sat down in my chair and rubbed my face. “Then the fake thing wounded Pride’s face.”
Both vampires froze.
Penelope slowly sat down. “So that explains the building.”
“That explains the district,” Katrina added.
“That explains the infernal lightning,” said Penelope.
“That explains the screaming,” continued Katrina.
I pointed at her.
“See? Smart.”
Katrina stared at me carefully now.
“You were there too. You drank bubble tea during the apocalypse.”
“That part is being exaggerated.”
Penelope immediately deadpanned. “There is literal footage.”
I leaned back in the chair dramatically. “Okay first of all, Algan picked the drinks. Second? I was stressed.”
“Third?”
I paused. “The tea was kinda okay.”
Katrina covered her mouth trying not to laugh.
Penelope looked less amused.
“You’re joking,” she muttered.
“No,” I answered honestly.
“That’s the problem.”
Katrina slowly leaned back in her chair, arms crossed under her chest while staring at me carefully.
“So…” she said slowly, “you’re going to disappear more often now?”
I grabbed some paperwork from the desk automatically just to feel normal for half a second.
“Probably.”
Penelope immediately frowned.
I sighed and sat on the edge of the desk.
“I got more hints. More tracks. More locations.” My fingers tapped the desk slowly. “Which means I’ll probably leave again after this.”
Katrina blinked once.
“To destroy another district?”
I pointed at her accusingly.
“See? This is exactly the slander Puriel talked about.”
“You literally flattened one yesterday.”
“That was Pride.”
“You helped.”
“Yes. Or he would throw another tantrum.”
Penelope buried her face in one hand.
Katrina looked more serious now though.
“How bad is it actually?”
That made my humor fade slightly.
I exhaled through my nose.
“Worse than I predicted.”
The twins exchanged a look immediately.
“They’re not just making cults anymore,” I continued quietly. “They’re trying to make fake gods.”
Silence.
“And fake devils.”
More silence.
“And eventually…”
I looked toward the window.
“They want to take over Light and Shadow.”
Penelope sat upright instantly.
“That’s bad.”
“Very.”
Katrina suddenly lifted both hands dramatically.
“Wait wait wait.”
She pointed at me.
“We didn’t follow up this case for like what? A little while? And suddenly it became this?”
I spread my arms helplessly.
“I also just found out recently.”
I expected weird cults.
Maybe fake demons.
Not “mortal realm startup company tries hostile takeover of Heaven and Hell.”
Ridiculous sentence.
Katrina groaned loudly and dropped her head backward against the chair. “I hate mortals.”
Penelope immediately looked at her. “We are technically living in their realm.”
“That doesn’t stop me.”
Fair enough.
“They’re still harvesting residue,” I muttered. “That’s the main issue.”
Penelope frowned. “The energy leftovers from battles?”
“From gods and devils.”
Katrina’s eyes widened slightly. “Including yours?”
I looked at her over my shoulder. “Especially ours.”
That was the problem.
Every fight.
Every transformation.
Every manifestation of divine or infernal power.
We leaked traces.
And the mortals learned how to collect them.
I continued quieter.
“I’m going to send both of you coordinates.”
Penelope straightened immediately. “For spying?”
“Observation only.” I took my tomato juice. “If things explode unexpectedly, adapt.”
“That sounds suspiciously like permission.”
“It sounds like survival.”
Penelope stood and walked closer now.
“You think these places are active?”
“I know some are.”
“And the others?”
“Unknown. Tell me if you see movement. Residue collection teams. Fake responders. Religious gatherings. Missing people. Strange energy spikes.”
Katrina tilted her head. “Basically everything suspicious.”
“In this case,” I answered dryly, “everything is suspicious.”
That got a laugh from her.
Then…
A voice suddenly echoed through the infirmary.
“You said you were going to pick Mamon up. Where is he?”
Luci.
Shadow peeled itself from the corner of the room and Luci stepped out looking deeply offended by existence itself.
Perfect suit.
Perfect hair.
Perfect face.
Still emotionally damaged from yesterday.
Katrina immediately stared at him. “You look fine.”
Luci looked offended. “Of course, I’m fine.”
“You looked like a natural disaster yesterday.”
“That was because someone scratched my face.”
He said it like discussing national tragedy.
Penelope crossed her arms.
I sighed into my juice. “Mamon already gave me the coordinates.”
Luci clicked his tongue. “And?”
“And he’s tracking remotely.”
Luci grimaced immediately. “Typical Greed.”
Then shadows behind us shifted again.
Algan appeared silently near the wall like he’d been there the whole time. “Should I spy on the first location?” he asked calmly.
I nodded immediately. “That would be nice.”
Algan gave one respectful nod.
No hesitation.
No questions.
Just immediate mission acceptance.
Luci meanwhile walked directly to my desk, sat in my chair like he owned the infirmary, and started scrolling through mortal news on one of the screens.
Then he scoffed loudly.
“Oh this is insulting.”
I looked over.
The screen showed a news article.
“MYSTERIOUS DARK FIGURES SUSPECTED IN DEMONIC INCIDENT.”
Underneath?
A blurry picture of me drinking bubble tea.
I scoffed. “Tch! Mortals.”