Seven Sins System Chapter 860. The Administrator
Seven Sins System Chapter 860. The Administrator
The kids didn’t react.
My Wrath stumbled.
Because anger had faces now.
I hated this.
I hated this so much.
Luci suddenly shouted, “Down!”
I ducked.
A black thread whipped over my head, sharp enough to slice through the schoolyard fence behind me.
The giant shadow over the yard twitched.
Its outline grew clearer.
Arms.
Shoulders.
A head with no face.
Dozens of children stood beneath it like pins holding a nightmare to the ground.
Mamon cursed. “Synchronization passed fifty.”
“How do we cut it?”
“Find the administrator.”
“You said you couldn’t.”
“I still can’t.”
“Then lie better!”
Mamon glared at me. Then his eyes narrowed. “Wait.”
Luci dodged a spear-arm, pinned the child gently with his aura, then snapped, “Not the time for dramatic realization!”
Mamon stared at the children, the teachers. Then at the school building.
“No central command here.”
“What?”
“It’s not remote from a person.” His fingers flew over the tablet. “It’s environmental.”
The ground shook harder.
I looked toward the school. “The building?”
“No,” Mamon said. His face darkened. “The bell.”
As if hearing him, the school bell rang again. A sound like iron dropped into water.
Every child froze. Then smiled. The black threads pulsed in perfect rhythm.
The giant shadow lowered its faceless head toward us.
Puriel’s light flickered.
Lumira staggered.
Luci’s aura sharpened.
I smiled slowly. A target that wasn’t a kid. “The bell,” I repeated.
Mamon nodded. “The activation trigger and administrator relay.”
I turned toward the school building.
High above the main roof, inside a small tower, the bell rang again.
My tentacles rose.
Luci’s wings spread.
Mamon’s chains tightened.
Lumira shouted, “Don’t destroy the whole building!”
I was already moving. “No promises!”
Puriel yelled, “Azrael!”
“I’ll only destroy the bell!”
“That still counts as school property!”
“I’ll donate a new one!”
I launched myself toward the roof.
Several children screamed and leapt after me, shadows stretching to drag me down. Luci intercepted them midair, violet pressure slamming them safely back into the yard restraints.
“Go!” he snapped.
The bell rang a third time.
The giant shadow raised one arm.
The children below began twisting further, bodies warping under the command.
My Wrath spiked.
I reached the bell tower.
The structure around it was normal brick. Cheerful paint. Little school emblem below.
Inside?
The bell was black.
Residue crystal grown into bell shape, carved with three circles and black thread.
A child’s handprint marked its surface.
My smile vanished. “Yeah.”
My tentacle blades formed.
“F*ck you.”
I struck and hit the bell with all my might.
My tentacle blade slammed into the black residue crystal, and for one second, the whole world screamed through the impact.
The bell absorbed my Wrath, swallowed it, shook, and cracked.
A deep jagged line split across its surface.
I expected resistance.
I expected some cursed defense. Some layered barrier. Some arrogant “you cannot destroy what we created” nonsense.
But the bell cracked too easily.
The second hit shattered half of it.
Below, the kids screamed.
This was a chorus. Dozens of small voices tearing out of their throats at once, layered with the deep roar of something enormous underneath.
I froze for half a breath.
Then hit again.
The bell exploded.
Black crystal fragments burst outward, ringing one last time as they scattered through the air like broken teeth. The tower shook. The brick beneath me cracked. Dust fell. The school emblem below the roof split down the middle.
Then… Silence.
I hovered above the broken bell tower, tentacles spread, horns low, Wrath still burning through my veins.
I stared at the empty bell frame.
“…Okay.”
I blinked.
“That was easy.”
Too easy.
The words barely left my mouth before my stomach sank.
Yeah.
So easy that it felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Below, the schoolyard went still.
The children stopped moving.
Luci had several pinned under violet pressure. Mamon had their shadows chained. Lumira’s veil still covered the teachers and the uninfected civilians beyond the gate. Puriel stood behind a silver barrier, one hand over her cracked core, eyes locked on the children.
Everyone waited.
Then the black threads under the children’s feet pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
Then snapped upward.
The shadow above the yard grew bigger.
Growing.
My system exploded in red.
[Warning]
[Activation Trigger Destroyed]
[Containment Bell: Broken]
[Host Network Response: Release Protocol Initiated]
[Threat Reassessment In Progress…]
The giant shadow stretched over the schoolyard.
Arms formed.
Shoulders.
Spine.
A head with no face.
Then flesh began appearing.
Not from nowhere.
From the children.
Their bodies twisted.
Melted.
Uniforms tore apart as flesh, residue, bone, and black threads unraveled from them like wax under fire. They didn’t fall. They liquefied upward, pulled into the giant shadow. Small arms dissolved into tendrils. Faces blurred into dark mass. Shoes, ribbons, backpacks, skin, all swallowed into the forming creature.
For one second, I couldn’t move.
My brain tried to make sense of it.
No.
No.
That wasn’t possible.
“They’re merging!” Lumira cried.
Puriel’s eyes widened in horror.
Luci’s violet restraints snapped apart as the bodies beneath them lost shape.
Mamon’s gold chains tried to hold the shadows, but the shadows had become one current now, flowing into the giant form. His tablet buzzed violently, symbols changing faster than even he could read.
I looked at him.
He looked shocked too.
Mamon.
Shocked.
His analysis was wrong. That alone made the situation ten times worse.
The creature completed itself above the yard.
It landed with a sound that cracked the ground.
Huge.
Maybe four floors tall. Humanoid only if someone hated humans and used the concept as a loose suggestion. Its body was made of fused flesh, black residue crystal, old bones, and hundreds of thread-like veins pulsing beneath translucent skin. School uniforms and children’s shoes clung to parts of it like disgusting decoration, but the flesh underneath wasn’t fresh.
It was old.
The aura slammed into us properly now.
Not projection.
Reality.
[Threat Reassessment Complete]
[Entity Identified: Composite Juvenile Vessel Construct]
[Classification: Ancient Residue Hybrid / Soul-Body Recycling System]
[Host Status: Non-Living Tissue Network]
[Juvenile Souls: Displaced]
[Peace Agreement Protection: Invalid (Hosts Deceased)]