Seven Sins System Chapter 835. Tentacle Man
Seven Sins System Chapter 835. Tentacle Man
Katrina laughed immediately. “No, no wait.” She grabbed the screen. “Oh my god they call you ‘Tentacle Man.’”
Penelope physically choked.
Luci started laughing so hard he nearly fell out of the chair.
Meanwhile I stood there in complete silence reconsidering whether burning civilizations was truly unethical.
Luci was still laughing.
Actually laughing.
Holding his stomach.
“Tentacle Man—”
“Don’t.”
“The Dark Slurper—”
“I will kill you.”
“The Bubble Tea Devil—”
“I am one insult away from recreating yesterday.”
Katrina was openly crying now.
Penelope at least tried to stay composed, but the moment she looked at the blurry photo of me calmly drinking bubble tea beside Algan while an infernal lightning storm destroyed half a district?
Yeah.
She lost it again.
Even Algan looked offended on my behalf somehow.
I slowly took another sip from my tomato juice.
“Okay,” I muttered finally. “Enough of that.”
Luci was still wheezing.
“Absolutely not enough—”
“Enough.”
My tentacles twitched behind me threateningly.
That finally got him to shut up.
Barely.
I leaned against the desk and exhaled quietly. “I didn’t tell you this for comedy material.”
Katrina cleared her throat and tried to regain composure. “Right.”
Penelope crossed her arms again. “At least now we know why you suddenly made appearances.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “You worked hard to cover yourself as human for the last few months.”
I huffed in annoyance.
Because honestly?
I did try.
Doctor Allen.
Teacher.
Academy worker.
Stable schedule.
No infernal wars.
No giant monster fights.
I genuinely tried behaving.
Then mortals decided to start bootleg Heaven and Hell.
Rude.
Penelope sighed softly. “Then I guess we’ll decrease our schedules.”
I looked at her. “My team still needs training.”
Luci visibly recoiled. “I still don’t understand why you care about those students.”
I looked at him flatly. “Responsibility.”
He stared at me like I’d just spoken ancient forbidden language. “That sounded disgusting.”
“Shut up.”
Katrina smiled faintly though.
I noticed.
Because yeah.
They understood what Luci didn’t.
I wasn’t protecting those students because I liked responsibility.
I protected them because once I accepted them under my care.
They became mine.
Simple.
Wrath logic.
Penelope adjusted her sleeves. “We’ll keep watching things here too.”
“Good.”
Katrina pointed at me lazily. “And try not to flatten another district.”
“I hope.”
She groaned dramatically. Then both twins finally left the infirmary.
The moment the door closed, Luci immediately dropped all humor.
Just like that.
Smile gone.
Eyes colder.
Dangerous.
That switch was always creepy.
“Okay,” he muttered. “Give us the coordinates.”
I swung one hand lazily.
Shadow unfolded in front of us and my system screen materialized in the air.
[Map Projection Activated]
Dots appeared across the mortal realm.
Dozens.
Too many.
My irritation returned instantly.
I pointed toward two blinking marks near our current region.
“These two.”
The dots enlarged automatically.
“We’ll check them today.”
Algan stepped closer silently. “I’ll check this one.”
I nodded immediately. “Good.”
No argument.
No hesitation.
Just mission accepted.
Wrath soldiers really were built differently.
Shadow swallowed him and he disappeared instantly.
Fast.
Efficient.
Luci meanwhile stared at the remaining dots.
“What about the others?”
I leaned back against the desk and took another sip of tomato juice.
“We’ll use our mortal servants.”
Luci grimaced slightly.
I continued. “I already contacted the other Sin Lords.”
That made him raise an eyebrow. “You actually got them to cooperate?”
“Ivy did.”
“Ah.”
Immediate understanding.
Because yeah.
Ivy could organize Hell itself if sufficiently motivated.
“Now it’s our turn,” I finished.
Luci shook his head slowly.
“Never thought I’d use my slaves for something other than worshipping me.”
I snorted. “That explains a lot actually.”
He ignored me.
“But fine.”
One of his fingers tapped against the armrest thoughtfully.
“I’ll mobilize my followers.”
“That sounds cultish.”
“We are literally devils.”
“Fair.”
He stood up slowly and walked toward the floating map. His expression sharpened while studying the dots. “You really think this many places are compromised?”
“Yes.”
“You sound certain.”
“Mamon tracked residue flow.”
That made Luci quiet.
Yeah.
Exactly.
Greed didn’t make claims without data.
And if Mamon looked worried?
Then something was seriously wrong.
I rubbed my temple tiredly. “The issue isn’t just fake gods anymore. It’s scaling. And soul absorption.”
Luci clicked his tongue irritably.
“How annoying.”
That wording almost made me laugh.
Peak Sin Lord reaction.
I took one last sip of my tomato juice before placing the bottle down on the desk with a soft clink. “We should start now.”
Luci looked at me. “Now?” His gaze slowly swept around the infirmary. “In this place?”
One of my tentacles slid silently toward the door and locked it.
-Click!
Another moved toward the curtains and dragged them shut in one smooth motion. Morning light vanished instantly, plunging the room into dim shadow.
I looked back at him. “Now.”
Luci sighed dramatically. “If someone catches us, I’m blaming you.”
“Fair.”
We stepped away from each other instinctively.
Distance.
Space.
Preparation.
The atmosphere shifted immediately.
Not visibly at first.
Just pressure.
The kind mortals couldn’t properly explain. The kind that made instincts scream run.
My aura leaked first.
Thin tendrils of Wrath crept across the floor like living smoke. Black shadows curled around my boots while my tentacles slowly unfurled behind me one by one.
Luci’s own aura answered.
Elegant.
Sharp.
Oppressive.
Pride never exploded wildly like Wrath.
No.
Pride suffocated rooms politely.
The lamps flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then rapidly.
The walls groaned softly.
Shadows stretched unnaturally long behind us.
And then, we spoke.
Infernal tongue.
Not human language.
Not even ancient language.
Something older.
Something that never belonged in the mortal realm.
The words rolled from our mouths like curses wrapped in commands, vibrating through reality itself. The sound wasn’t loud, but the room shook anyway.
Outside the infirmary, students probably just felt uneasy suddenly.
Cold.
Anxiety.
That instinctive fear prey animals got before storms.
Inside?
The air itself distorted.
My tentacles lifted higher as I continued speaking, each command threading itself through contracts spread across the mortal realm.
Followers.
Slaves.
Worshippers.
Every mortal who ever begged Wrath for power.
Every fool who offered blood to Pride.
Every desperate soul who signed infernal contracts thinking they controlled the deal.
We called them.
Not physically.
Mentally.
A command.
An announcement.
Observe.
Track.
Report.
Search for residue collectors.
Watch for false gods.
Locate soul disturbances.
Do not engage directly.
Report to Wrath and Pride immediately.