Seven Sins System Chapter 862. Seven Hearts
Seven Sins System Chapter 862. Seven Hearts
I launched again.
The creature opened its chest-mouth and fired a blast of compressed residue.
I twisted midair.
Barely.
The beam carved through the school roof behind me and vaporized the bell tower completely.
Luci appeared above the monster’s head, wings flaring. He raised one hand.
A violet spear of Pride formed, taller than a tree, sharp enough to make the air kneel.
Then he drove it through the creature’s faceless head.
The monster collapsed to one knee.
Mamon’s chains tightened around its torso. “Core is not in the head,” he snapped.
“Of course not,” Luci said. “That would be too tasteful.”
Mamon’s tablet scanned rapidly. “Core distributed through stomach mass. Multiple residue hearts.”
“Say that before I stab the head!”
“I assumed you were smart enough not to aim for aesthetics!”
They were arguing during boss fight. Normal.
I dropped onto the creature’s chest and punched my hand straight into its flesh.
Black oil sprayed over my arm.
Hot.
Rotten.
Alive.
My fingers closed around something pulsing.
One heart.
I ripped it out.
The monster roared.
[Residue Heart Removed: 1 / 7]
Seven.
Of course seven.
Sin-themed bastards. Not seven sins.
I smiled wider. “Seven hearts.”
Luci’s eyes lit with murderous joy. “Now that is workable.”
Mamon looked annoyed. “Do not damage recoverable data.”
I crushed the heart in my palm. Black residue exploded between my fingers.
Mamon sighed.
“…Too late.”
The monster’s massive arm swung toward me.
Puriel’s silver sword of light struck it first, piercing through the elbow joint. Her core flickered, but her face remained steady.
I snapped toward her. “You shouldn’t—”
“I’m fine! Fight!”
I dove back in.
The creature rose again, bigger somehow, pulling flesh back together from its own body. The remaining hearts pulsed inside it like drums.
The child souls floated behind the angelic barrier now, crying but safer.
That meant we could finally stop pretending this was a rescue operation only.
Now it was execution.
My demonic power surged fully through my limbs.
Not enough to alert all Light realm
Probably.
Maybe.
I didn’t care.
My tentacles spread wide.
The monster roared again.
I roared back.
And this time, when I charged, I didn’t hold back.
The schoolyard disappeared beneath me.
Not literally.
I just moved fast enough that the ground became a blur, the monster became the only thing in my world, and every restraint I had been choking down since coming to the mortal realm cracked open like a bad door under my boot.
My grin stretched behind the old Wrath mask.
“Analyze.”
[Analyze Activated]
[Target Identified]
[Name: Composite Juvenile Vessel Construct]
[Alias: Nursery Chimera / Residue-Cradle Hybrid]
[Class: Artificial Hybrid Entity]
[Level: 241]
[HP: 5,720,000 / 5,720,000]
[DP: 1,430,000 / 1,430,000]
[SP: 880,000 / 880,000]
[Type: Demonic-Spiritual Residue Construct]
[Core Structure: Distributed Residue Hearts (6 Remaining)]
[Regeneration: High]
[Threat Assessment: Extreme]
[Weakness: Core Extraction / Authority Overload / Soul Detachment Complete]
DP and SP.
Demonic Power and Spiritual Power.
Of course.
Because why be a normal abomination when you could be a cross-department administrative nightmare?
I laughed.
Actually laughed.
Low at first.
Then louder.
The creature swung at me with an arm bigger than a classroom wall. Flesh and bone and black crystal crashed down, shadow ripping behind it.
I didn’t dodge.
“Shadow Barrier.”
A black shield bloomed in front of me.
The monster’s fist smashed into it, and the impact cracked the pavement in a circle beneath my feet. The barrier fractured, screamed, and broke.
Pain flashed through my shoulder.
I grinned wider.
“Yes,” I hissed. “You have my residue.”
Its chest-mouth opened, roaring with dozens of wrong voices.
“You should fight like Wrath.”
My tentacles exploded forward.
Blades.
Mouths.
All five struck at once, carving through the creature’s arm, ribs, shoulder, throat. Black-red blood sprayed across the yard in a hot arc, raining over my mask and coat.
Ah… Rain of blood.
I missed this.
The stink of torn flesh. The scream of something that thought itself powerful finally realizing the enemy was worse. The thrill crawling up my spine like fire. The honest simplicity of violence after hours of puzzles, loopholes, peace agreements, crying ghosts, and fake children.
I felt alive.
I felt like myself.
Luci flew past the creature’s left side, violet blades slicing clean sections from its torso.
Then the blood splashed him.
He froze midair.
A drop landed on his sleeve.
His eyes widened in slow horror. “My coat!”
I ignored him.
Another splash hit his chest. His expression died. “Not again!”
The creature roared.
Luci’s aura sharpened into murder. “You filthy, asymmetrical, overgrown sack of failed anatomy.”
He drove a Pride sword through its ribs. “Do you know how expensive this is?”
The monster screamed.
Luci twisted the blade. “Of course you don’t. You’re educational garbage.”
Mamon hovered farther back, gold chains wrapped around the creature’s legs and lower spine. His tablet projected dozens of calculations around him, but his face was tight. Too tight.
He was pissed.
Not because of the blood.
Because he had been wrong.
Mamon hated being wrong more than he hated children, and he hated children a lot.
His eyes scanned the monster again and again, trying to calculate how his analysis had missed the truth.
I didn’t pay much attention.
Sorry, Greed.
I was busy.
“Teleportation.”
I vanished from the creature’s front and appeared above its back. My boot slammed into the base of its neck. Two tentacles wrapped around the spine-like crystal ridge running down its body.
“Telekinesis.”
Invisible force gripped the ridge with me.
I pulled.
The creature bucked violently, throwing itself backward, trying to crush me against the school wall. I opened a portal behind myself instead.
[You have opened a portal]
Its body slammed halfway into the portal and reappeared ten meters to the left, smashing into its own arm.
I laughed again.
“Hit yourself harder.”
The creature’s chest-mouth opened. A beam of mixed demonic and spiritual residue blasted toward me.
“Nether Flame.” Black-blue fire erupted from my palms and tentacles, meeting the beam midair. The collision shook the entire schoolyard.
The beam pushed.
The flame pushed back.