Seven Sins System Chapter 869. Insanity IV

Seven Sins System Chapter 869. Insanity IV

Gold chains shot upward, wrapping around the fake angel’s torso. Mamon’s eyes glowed behind his mask as calculations formed around him.

“The core shifts every four seconds!”

“Then hold it every three!” I yelled.

“Do you think I am lazy?”

“I think you’re Greed! Overcharge it!”

Mamon’s aura pulsed.

Coins spun around the creature, embedding into the flesh, not as weapons, but ownership markers. Every coin flashed once, claiming the movement of a certain nerve cluster.

“Fine,” Mamon muttered. “Premium service.”

The fake angel froze for half a second.

Enough.

“Teleportation.” I appeared directly in front of its chest and swung the scythe.

The blade hooked inside the flesh covering the core.

I pulled.

The monster screamed.

The flesh opened.

Not fully.

The core flashed beneath. “Nether Flame.”

Black-blue flame crawled along the scythe blade and poured into the wound, freezing the regeneration from inside.

The fake angel’s holy light surged to counter. “Evil Flame.”

Green-black fire followed, eating through the demonic web around the holy plating. Two hell flames. He could eat them.

The core tried to retreat deeper.

“No you don’t.”

I slammed the end of the scythe into the ground.

‘Dominion of Ruin.’

The ruin field compressed around the fake angel like a hostile takeover. Its armor rusted. Its wings cracked. Its halo stuttered. The creature’s regeneration slowed to an embarrassing crawl.

[Enemy Regeneration Reduced]

[Core Mobility Impaired]

[Warning: Poison Reaction Increasing]

My hand burned worse.

My veins glowed faint silver under the skin.

The voice inside me screamed louder.

‘Tear him up.’

I laughed and swung again.

The scythe cut through its shoulder and down into its chest. Flesh tore open, wide and wet and beautiful. The creature struck me with holy claws across my ribs. Armor split. Skin burned. I stepped into the hit instead of back.

“Blood,” the voice whispered.

More blood sprayed.

‘More blood.’

I hooked the scythe behind the core lattice and pulled sideways.

The fake angel drove a knee into me.

Pain cracked through my stomach.

Numb.

I headbutted it.

My mask split further.

It stumbled.

I laughed mockingly. “Your ROI is terrible.”

Luci groaned. “Why are you using Mamon jokes?”

Mamon snapped, “Those are not jokes. Those are financial assessments.”

The fake angel opened its chest-mouth again, gathering a holy-demomic blast.

I pointed my burned hand at it. “Anger Blast.”

Crimson Wrath fired straight into its charging mouth.

The blast detonated inside.

Its chest blew open.

The core lattice exposed fully once again.

Mamon’s chains snapped tight.

Luci’s Pride spears pinned both arms.

Puriel and Lumira combined their light, not attacking, but sealing the poison spray outward so it didn’t splash across us. Silver and gold formed a dome around the wound area, like the angels created a sanitary battlefield curtain.

Very considerate.

I lunged.

The scythe came down.

One strike.

The outer lattice cracked.

Two.

The holy shell split.

Three.

The demonic nerve web tore.

The fake angel screamed so loudly the clouds above the school spiraled apart.

I laughed in its face. “Now you’re screaming properly.”

The core tried one last flare.

Radiant holy light surged.

I didn’t touch it with my hand.

This time, I rotated the scythe and used the blade hook as leverage, twisting the core out.

“Get.”

The core resisted.

“Out.”

I planted one boot on its chest and pulled with the scythe, tentacles wrapping around the weapon shaft to add force.

The core ripped free.

The fake angel’s body froze.

Its many eyes widened.

Then the body fell apart.

Not collapsed.

Disintegrated.

White bone armor turned to ash. Black flesh melted. Mutated wings shredded into burning feathers. The halo snapped and shattered into harmless dust. The entire second-phase form broke down around the empty space where its core had been, leaving only scorched pavement, poisoned blood, and silence.

[Enemy Vessel Destroyed]

[Composite Body Integrity: 0%]

[Remaining Entity: Core Only]

I landed hard on the ground, scythe blade buried in the pavement, core hooked at the end like a still-beating market bubble nobody wanted to buy.

It pulsed.

Still alive.

Golden-silver light flickered inside it.

Demonic black veins wrapped around the holy center.

I stared. My tentacle mouths opened hungrily.

The instinct screamed.

‘Eat it.’

My teeth clenched.

I wanted to.

Oh, I wanted to.

A core like that? Power. Information. Residue. Holy and demonic fusion. In Mamon’s term? A dangerous asset. High risk, high return. The kind of thing that made the devil inside me whisper that maybe poison was just spicy profit.

But I knew better.

Sadly.

As a devil, I knew.

That thing could kill me from inside.

It was made to poison us. Made to melt devil channels. Made to turn appetite into suicide.

So I couldn’t eat it.

I hated responsible decisions.

I lifted the scythe.

It pulsed again, still alive, still hateful.

I grinned at it, breath rough, hand burned, poison crawling under my skin, eyes still crimson. “Since I can’t eat you. I will destroy you…”

The core pulsed at the end of my scythe like it understood me.

Nice. I wanted it to understand.

I wanted it to know fear before I turned it into dust.

But before I could swing the scythe down and smash it against the ruined pavement, Mamon’s voice cut through the air. “You can’t.”

I turned my head slowly.

He stood several meters away, coat ruined, sleeves torn, glasses cracked on one side. His tablet floated beside him, red warnings flashing across the screen like it was screaming at him silently.

Mamon still looked calm. Greed could be bleeding internally and still look like he was about to discuss interest rates.

“That’s our sample,” he said.

I stared at him.

For one second, I genuinely wanted to complain.

The words were already there.

Something like, ‘Mamon, I just almost got melted from the inside by holy poison and you want to keep the glowing murder stone?’

But before I could say it… The core flared.

Golden-silver light exploded from inside it, sharp and violent. The scythe trembled in my grip. Black veins crawled across its surface, trying to reconnect with the blood and ash scattered across the yard.

It was trying to regenerate again.

Stubborn bastard.