Seven Sins System Chapter 839. Necromancy
Seven Sins System Chapter 839. Necromancy
I opened my mouth.
Stopped.
Thought about it.
Actually thought about it.
My soldiers? Wrath demons? Oh, absolutely. They loved battlefields. Blood, bones, burned banners, screaming survivors, classic vacation vibe.
Me? Also yes. Graveyards could be peaceful if nobody talked.
But Luci?
Luci’s style was different.
He attacked. He dominated. He made the enemy kneel. Then he left before the place became ugly. He didn’t linger in corpse fields. He didn’t enjoy battlefield mud. He hated rot, mess, bad lighting, and anything that clashed with his outfit.
He didn’t haunt graveyards.
He flattened them and made a spectacular exit like the protagonist of a very expensive opera.
I nodded slowly. “Fair.”
He looked vindicated.
“But bear with it,” I added.
His expression collapsed immediately.
We moved deeper.
The foyer opened into a long hallway lined with portraits. Every frame was expensive. Old. Gold-trimmed. But the faces had all been scraped away with something sharp. Not burned. Not torn. Scraped. Repeatedly. Obsessively. Some canvases still had grooves where the blade had dug too deep.
Luci leaned slightly toward one. “Ugly.”
“It’s defacement.”
“Still ugly.”
The floorboards creaked under us even though we were barely putting weight on them. My tentacles trailed low behind me, tips brushing the floor like snakes tasting air. Every few seconds, the walls gave a soft groan, not structural, not normal.
Breathing.
The mansion was breathing.
[Observation]
[Environmental Scan: Active]
[Residue Signature: Necromantic Energy Detected]
[Sin Residue: Envy (Faint)]
[Sin Residue: Wrath (Faint)]
[Secondary Trace: Death Mana / Artificial Soul Binding]
I tched quietly.
“Yeah. Necromancy.”
Luci hissed. “Wonderful. Dead things. My favorite.”
“You really are dramatic.”
“I am refined. There is a difference.”
A soft thump came from somewhere upstairs.
We both stopped.
Silence.
Then another.
Thump.
Dragging.
Something heavy being pulled across wood.
My tentacles lifted slightly, blade tips forming.
Luci’s claws extended from his fingers, elegant and sharp, though he kept his hands close to his body like he didn’t want to touch anything.
Yup, relatable.
The smell thickened.
A thin mist drifted from beneath a closed door at the end of the hall. Gray-green. Cold. It crawled across the floor and curled around our boots.
Luci took one step back.
“No.”
I glanced at him.
“No?”
“No. I hate this.”
I walked forward anyway.
The mist parted around my legs. Not fleeing. More like avoiding contamination. Interesting. Necromantic energy usually clung to life, but it avoided us.
Because we weren’t alive in the mortal sense.
We were worse.
I reached the door and placed two fingers against it.
Cold.
Wet.
The wood pulsed faintly.
[Door Ward Detected]
[Biological Recognition Lock]
[Trigger: Living Mortal Presence]
I smirked. “Cute.”
Luci stood a few steps behind me, clearly trying to keep his sheet mask uncontaminated by grave air. “Open it.”
“You open it.”
“I am preserving my skin.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed the door open.
The hinges made no sound.
Inside was a dining room.
Or what used to be one.
A long table stretched across the room, set with plates, silverware, wine glasses. Everything arranged perfectly. Except every chair was occupied.
By corpses.
Not fresh.
Not skeletal.
Preserved.
Mummified bodies in formal clothes sat upright around the table, heads tilted forward as if waiting for dinner. Their skin was gray and tight over bone. Their mouths had been stitched shut with black thread. Each had a candle melted into the center of their plate, wax spilling over porcelain like old fat.
Luci made a very small, very offended sound.
I stared at the table. “Okay. That’s weird.”
Luci pointed at the corpses. “This is not weird. This is disgusting.”
“Could be both.”
“I want to leave.”
“We just arrived.”
At the head of the table sat a corpse wearing a white bridal veil.
Its hands were folded over its lap. A necklace hung around its neck. A small glass vial filled with faintly glowing residue.
I approached.
Luci grabbed my sleeve immediately. “Do not touch that.”
I looked at his hand on my sleeve.
Then at him.
He released me slowly.
“I mean,” he said stiffly, “investigate carefully.”
“Sure.”
One tentacle extended instead, gently lifting the vial from the corpse’s neck. The corpse didn’t move.
No.
Not corpse.
Puppet.
I realized it the second my tentacle brushed the skin. Too dry, too hollow, too carefully preserved. There was no true death lingering inside it, no stubborn soul fragment clinging to bone. Just a body-shaped shell dressed up like a corpse.
A prop.
[Item Acquired: Residue Vial]
[Contents: Mixed Sin Trace / Soul Fragment]
[Primary Components: Envy Residue, Unknown Mortal Soul Echo]
[Corruption Level: Moderate]
I held it up.
Luci’s eyes sharpened despite his disgust. “That is not from the last fight.”
The residue was old. Processed. Stabilized.
Then the corpses moved.
Not the bride.
Not all at once.
That would be too convenient.
One finger twitched.
Then another.
Heads lifted slowly around the table, stitched mouths straining against black thread.
Its empty eye sockets glowed faint green.
The candles on the plates ignited one by one.
Blue flame.
Necromantic.
I sighed.
The corpses rose.
Slowly.
Chairs scraping against the floor in one long, awful chorus.
Luci stepped beside me, claws fully out now, disgust temporarily overruled by Pride.
“If one of them touches me,” he said softly, “I am burning the mansion.”
The first corpse lunged.
My tentacle blade split it cleanly from shoulder to hip.
Dry flesh cracked. Dust burst outward. No blood. Just old rot and death mana.
Luci looked like he might actually cry. “This is beneath us.”
“Then kill them faster.”
He did.
Pride energy flashed once.
Three corpses exploded into dust so cleanly their chairs remained perfectly intact.
Show-off.
I moved through the dining room with controlled swings, tentacles slicing undead bodies apart before they reached us. But the more we destroyed, the heavier the air became. Their soul echoes weren’t leaving. They were being pulled downward.
Into the floor.
Into the mansion.
My eyes narrowed.
“Luci.”
“I see it.”
The floor beneath the table pulsed faintly.
A hidden channel.
Necromantic collection array.
Every destroyed undead fed something below.
I tched. “They’re recycling.”
Luci’s voice went cold. “Again?”
“Seems like.”
The last corpse collapsed into dust beneath my boot.