Seven Sins System Chapter 861. Deceased

Seven Sins System Chapter 861. Deceased

I stared at that last line.

Hosts deceased.

The “kids” were dead.

Since the beginning.

Not living children possessed by a monster.

Dead.

Their bodies had been used.

Their flesh had been split, reshaped, made to walk like separate children, given enough mimicry to fool angels, devils, teachers, everyone.

The creature had divided itself into them.

Maybe planted inside their corpses.

Or maybe fed on them long ago and rebuilt them as parts of itself.

Either way, those weren’t children anymore.

They were pieces.

Walking pieces.

My hands curled.

No, my head tried to organize it.

Logic.

Needed logic.

The bodies couldn’t accommodate the souls anymore. The souls were kicked out, pushed aside, held nearby by the residue system, while the bodies became one monster hiding as many children.

Same principle as the necromancer.

But worse.

Much worse.

Because at least the necromancer wore one stolen body at a time.

This thing wore a classroom. No, the whole school.

The flesh that had been “children” finished fusing into the monster’s torso.

And then the souls appeared.

Dozens of them.

Small.

Transparent.

Floating around the creature like fireflies trapped around a grave.

Kids’ souls.

Actual kids.

Crying.

Shaking.

Confused.

But the clothes they wore…

Not modern.

Old outfits.

Some wore little dresses with collars from a century ago. Some wore suspenders, old shoes, caps, patched clothes from eras that no longer existed. The youngest soul’s clothing looked at least a hundred years old.

The current elementary school had been built over an old experiment site.

Those kids weren’t students from today.

They were victims from long ago.

One small boy’s soul looked down at his empty hands and sobbed. “It kicked us out again…”

A girl beside him hugged herself. “No… I thought we could play some more.”

Another boy looked at the monster, then at the schoolyard, eyes wide with denial. “I want my body back…”

A slightly older girl cried quietly. “It’s not our body anymore…” Her voice broke. “We are dead…”

Another child looked around, tears streaming down her translucent face. “But why are we here?”

That one hit harder than it should.

I huffed through my nose. Then I understood. “Sh*t.”

Luci landed beside me, wings spread, face cold. “What?”

“They’re dead,” I said.

“I see that.”

“No.” I pointed toward the souls, then toward the creature. “They’re supposed to be dead. Their bodies can’t hold them anymore. But because their bodies were turned into that thing…”

Mamon finished, voice grim. “The bodies never fully died.”

“Yeah.”

Despite being dead, their bodies remained intact in the world. Preserved. Recycled. Immortalized through residue and hybrid formation. So their souls were stuck nearby, unable to fully move on because something still wore their flesh.

Dead, but not really dead.

Another cursed loophole.

Mortals loved loopholes until devils found them.

Puriel appeared beside us, one hand still over her core. Her face was pale, but her eyes were burning with sorrow. “So to free them…”

“We kill the creature,” I said.

Lumira’s wings trembled as she looked at the crying child souls. “Then their connection to this world breaks.”

“And they can finally go up or down,” Mamon said. “Properly.”

Luci cracked his neck. “Then why are we still talking?”

The creature roared.

Its mouth opened across its chest, not its face. Teeth formed from fragments of old milk teeth and black crystal. The sound slammed into the schoolyard hard enough to throw unconscious teachers backward against Lumira’s barrier.

Puriel’s barrier flared.

Lumira strengthened the outer veil, sweat appearing at her temple. “Civilians are still nearby!”

“Then keep them alive,” I said.

Puriel looked at me.

I looked back.

She saw it.

This wasn’t mercy-killing.

This was liberation.

Her expression hardened. “Destroy it.”

I smiled. “Gladly.”

The schoolyard cracked beneath me. My five tentacles expanded fully, blades forming at the tips, then splitting again into hooks, mouths, spears, claws. My demonic armor crawled up my body like black fire. The old war mask on my face heated against my skin, remembering battle.

The creature swung one massive arm.

I vanished and appeared above its wrist, driving two tentacle blades down into the joint. Flesh resisted like wet stone. I carved through it, black residue spraying out like rotten oil.

The creature screamed.Dozens of voices screamed with it.

Not the souls.

The construct.

The fake voice wearing their remains.

Luci hit from the side.

Violet Pride blades sliced through the creature’s ribs in elegant arcs, each cut too clean, too perfect, as if the monster was an ugly sculpture being corrected by divine arrogance.

“Disgusting form,” Luci said coldly. “Poor symmetry. Awful proportion.”

Another slash.

“Unacceptable.”

Mamon lifted both hands. Gold chains wrapped around the creature’s legs and yanked, locking its feet to the schoolyard pavement. “Asset immobilized.”

I looked at him midair. “Did you just call it asset?”

“Temporarily.”

The creature slammed its other arm toward Puriel and Lumira’s barrier.

I teleported in front of it and took the blow with all five tentacles crossed.

Impact shook my bones.

Ground split beneath me.

My boots dug trenches in the pavement.

[Corruption Attempt: Detected]

Black veins tried crawling along my tentacles.

I growled. “Dispel.”

[Foreign Corruption Neutralized]

[Remaining Contamination: 0%]

The black residue burned off.

“I told you,” I hissed at the monster. “This kind of thing is play.”

Then I drove my knee into its arm and tore upward.

Flesh ripped.

The monster staggered.

Above us, the children’s souls cried out. They watched the thing made from their bodies fall apart.

A little boy soul covered his face.

Lumira saw him.

Even while maintaining the barrier, she reached out with one hand and let golden light wrap around the souls gently.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “That isn’t you anymore.”

Puriel joined her, silver-white light spreading toward them. “You are not the monster.”

The souls trembled.

One by one, they looked away from the creature and toward the angels.

Make them understand.

Their bodies were gone.

But they were still themselves.

That gave us room to destroy harder.