Seven Sins System Chapter 859. Same. Same. Same
Seven Sins System Chapter 859. Same. Same. Same
Lumira pushed more golden light into the yard, her wound still smoking faintly under one hand. Her face was pale, but her voice stayed firm. “Help us restrain them. We’ll bring them back to their senses.”
I looked at her. Then at Puriel. “You sure you can do that?”
Puriel’s hand remained near her cracked core, but her eyes didn’t waver.
“We’ll try.”
“I don’t have much patience.”
Lumira’s glow sharpened. “Then borrow ours.”
-Tch!
Angels.
I turned toward Luci and Mamon. “You hear them, guys.”
Mamon huffed, gold chains circling around his wrists. “I hate kids.”
Luci rolled his shoulders, violet aura coiling behind him like a royal execution order. “I never thought one day I would take orders from angels.”
“You’re not taking orders,” I said.
Puriel glanced at me.
I added, “We’re cooperating under battlefield pressure.”
Luci nodded once. “That sounds less humiliating.”
Mamon muttered, “Still inefficient.”
Then the children lunged.
All at once.
The schoolyard exploded.
I muttered under my breath, “I hate that cursed peace agreement.”
Then I lunged too.
The first wave came low, fast, too coordinated for children. One boy moved like an animal on all fours, knees bending backward for one second before snapping into place. A girl with braided hair opened her mouth and let out a sound too deep for her tiny body, the air rippling in front of her like an invisible punch.
I crossed two tentacles into a shield.
Impact slammed into me.
The pavement under my boots cracked.
I didn’t use blades.
That was torture.
Do you know how hard it was for Wrath to fight without cutting?
Very. Very hard.
My tentacles changed shape instead. Thicker, softer, wrapped with shadow padding like demonic restraints. I caught three kids at once, binding their arms and legs before slamming them into the bushes.
One of them giggled and bent her neck too far sideways. “Wrath…”
“Not in the mood.”
Her shadow stretched like a spear toward my face.
I caught it with my hand and crushed the thread.
She screamed.
Not pain. Just a scream.
Behind me, Luci moved like a violet storm trying very hard not to be fatal. Pride pressure pinned children midair, immobilizing limbs without breaking them. He hated every second of it. I could tell it
A small boy leapt at his face.
Luci froze. “Do not.”
The boy’s fingers turned into claws.
Luci caught him by the collar and held him away at arm’s length like a nobleman discovering a rat in his tea. “Absolutely not.”
The boy hissed.
Luci’s eyes narrowed. “You are adorable, but possessed. Unacceptable combination.”
Then he wrapped the kid in violet bands and dropped him semi gently beside Lumira’s circle.
Mamon did his part like a furious accountant forced into babysitting during tax season.
Gold chains lashed around shadows, not bodies. He marked control threads, locked movement, and calculated angles with horrifying precision.
“Left cluster,” he snapped.
I turned.
Four children had broken toward the teacher group.
The teachers were collapsing one by one near the gate. Not attacked. Overwhelmed. Fear, pressure, maybe Lumira’s veil pushing them into unconsciousness for safety. They dropped onto the grass like puppets whose strings had been cut.
Good. Unconscious adults were easier to protect than panicking adults.
Puriel flew low over the yard, wings blazing white. Her light rained down over the restrained children, trying to reach inside them. Not burning. Calling.
“Wake up,” she whispered.
Her voice carried across the whole yard. “Come back. Listen to me. You are not this.”
For one second, one girl stopped laughing.
Her eyes cleared.
She looked terrified.
“A-angel…”
Then the black thread behind her neck pulsed.
Her face twisted again.
Her arm snapped outward and nearly pierced Puriel’s side.
I teleported between them and caught the strike against my forearm.
Pain flashed.
Not much.
Enough to annoy.
Then the corruption tried to crawl in.
Black residue hissed against my skin, spreading from the point of impact like veins of rotten ink, trying to burrow through flesh, nerves, and demonic channels.
[Corruption Attack Detected]
[Effect Attempted: Demonic Flow Disruption]
[Status: Intrusion Beginning]
I looked down at it.
Then sighed.
“Dispel.”
[Corruption Removed]
The black veins burned away instantly, turning into smoke that vanished before it could reach my elbow.
I flexed my fingers once.
Yeah.
I’m a devil after all.
This kind of thing was just a play.
I grabbed the girl with two tentacles and forced her down into a shadow restraint.
Puriel’s light covered her immediately.
“Again,” she said.
I looked at her. “It didn’t work.”
“It almost did.”
The children laughed around us.
All at once.
Dozens of small voices overlapping into something huge.
“Inside. Outside. Same. Same. Same.”
The ground shook.
The black threads between them thickened, forming a faint outline over the yard. Not a body. More like the shadow of a giant trying to remember where its bones went.
I snarled. “Mamon!”
“I see it!”
“Then do something!”
“I am doing something!”
He threw a gold chain into the air. It split into dozens of thin lines, each one hooking onto a child’s shadow. For a second, their movements slowed.
Mamon gritted his teeth. “They’re not individual accounts anymore.”
“Translate!”
“They’re pooled!”
“I hate financial metaphors!”
“They’re all linked to one shared authority reserve!”
“See? That was understandable!”
The children jerked against his chains.
Mamon slid backward half a step, shoes scraping pavement.
His eyes widened slightly. “They are drawing from us too.”
Luci’s head snapped toward him. “What?”
Mamon’s tablet flashed violently.
[Residue Reaction Detected]
[External Authority Contact: Wrath / Pride / Greed / Chastity / Kindness]
[Host Network Absorbing Combat Resonance]
[Threat Growth: Accelerated By High-Rank Presence]
I stared.
The children smiled.
Every time we clashed, every time Puriel healed, every time Lumira soothed, every time Mamon bound, every time Luci restrained, every time I touched the threads…
They drank residue.
They were harvesters.
Tiny walking collectors wearing school uniforms.
The thought made my stomach twist.I hated that it was impressive.
Lumira’s light expanded again, wrapping a dozen children in warmth. Her expression strained. “They’re getting harder to reach.”
Puriel pressed both hands together, core flickering beneath her chest. “Try harder!”
Her wings spread wide, and a ring of silver-white light opened beneath her feet. The children closest to her slowed. Their warped limbs trembled.