Seven Sins System Chapter 871. Extraction

Seven Sins System Chapter 871. Extraction

Behind us, the core thrashed harder as Puriel’s chains weakened.

Lumira gasped. “Puriel!”

Luci snapped his violet lines tighter, compensating immediately.

Mamon cursed under his breath and doubled his gold chains.

“Keep the core stable!” he ordered.

I barely heard him.

Puriel’s breath shook. Her eyes tried to focus on mine, stubborn even now. “Don’t… stop the extraction.”

“Shut up.”

A faint smile touched her lips. Even like this. Still trying to command me while almost collapsing in my arms.

I placed my burned hand over her chest, just above the cracked core, then immediately hissed because holy light and my burned flesh were not friends right now.

But I didn’t move away.

“Dark Healing won’t fix this,” I muttered.

Puriel’s voice was weak. “I know.”

My eyes narrowed. “Then why are you still acting like you’re fine?”

“Because…” She swallowed, eyes flickering toward the core. “If I stopped too early…”

Her voice faded.

I looked toward the core.

Silver chains. Gold chains. Violet pressure. Golden light.

All straining.

Lumira was shaking. Mamon was barely holding the demonic side. Luci’s face had gone cold and silent, which from Pride was usually worse than shouting.

We were all injured.

All poisoned.

All tired.

And the core was still alive.

It hovered in the middle of the ruined schoolyard, wrapped by three different powers that honestly should never have worked together in any sane universe.

Violet Pride pressure crushed from above.

Golden Greed chains locked around the demonic veins.

Lumira’s kindness-light trembled across the outer shell, keeping the poison from splashing out again.

And still, the core pulsed.

Luci glanced over his shoulder.  “El.” His voice was sharp.

I looked at him.

He didn’t turn fully, because if he did, the core would probably slip.

“Go,” he said. “Take her to the Light Realm.”

My first reaction was immediate. “Me?”

“Yes,” Mamon said flatly. “You. Who else?”

I pointed toward Lumira. “Why not her?”

Lumira looked at me like she wanted to agree but already knew she couldn’t. Her golden light shook around the core, both hands extended, face pale from suppressing the demonic poison still gnawing at her abdomen.

Mamon deadpanned. “Can you handle holy power, Wrath?”

I pressed my lips together.

Yeah.

Right.

That was the problem.

The core still had holy power inside. High holy. Aggressive. Poisonous to devils. Without Lumira here to stabilize the holy extraction, Luci and Mamon would be forced to handle that side directly, and both of them were already burned.

Mamon and Luci could bind, crush, and contain.

But holy purification?

No.

They’d rather file a complaint to Light Realm before touching that thing willingly.

Lumira had to stay.

Puriel couldn’t.

Which left me.

Wonderful.

Luci gritted his teeth as the core bucked harder. “We’ll handle this.”

I looked at him. “You?”

His expression sharpened. “I am Pride.”

“You are injured.”

“I am still Pride.”

Mamon added, “And I am Greed. We can hold a sample for several minutes without you trying to eat it.”

“I wasn’t going to eat it.”

Both Luci and Mamon looked at me.

Even Lumira looked unconvinced.

I clicked my tongue. “Fine. Maybe briefly considered.”

Puriel’s voice came weakly from the tentacle cradle. “Azrael…”

I looked down.

She tried to sit up again. The cradle immediately tightened, gently forcing her back. “Don’t move.”

Her eyes were unfocused but still stubborn. “The core…”

“It can wait.”

“No,” she insisted.

“Yes.”

Mamon’s voice cut in, colder now. “She can’t.”

That shut me up.

He didn’t look at Puriel. His eyes stayed on the core, but his tone lost all irritation. “The demonic poison reached her core. If it branches again, the crack becomes permanent.”

Permanent.

My fingers tightened around the scythe.

The core pulsed again, and for half a second I wanted to ignore all of them, turn around, break that thing open and burn everything inside it until no poison remained anywhere.

But Puriel’s breath hitched.

Small.

Barely there.

Enough to destroy my argument.

Mamon continued, “Also, you need to fix yourself.”

I looked at him sharply.

He didn’t blink. “You look the most pathetic among us.”

Luci snorted despite the situation.

I stared.

Mamon finally glanced at me.

“Go back to the Underworld after you deliver her. You are poisoned, burned, bleeding, and your hand looks unusable.”

“My core is intact.”

“Congratulations. The rest of you is a disaster.”

I wanted to complain.

Really wanted to.

But I couldn’t.

Because yeah.

He was right.

I had taken the biggest damage.

The plus? My core was intact. Wrath core still steady, hot, angry, alive. But my hand was burned badly enough regeneration crawled instead of rushed. My ribs still bled through armor. Poison sat inside my channels like silver ice.

I could fight.

But continuing would be stupid.

And I hated when survival sounded like Mamon.

I looked toward the distant sky. The Light Realm. Then grimaced. “There’s one problem. I once broke the gate.” I shrugged. “I’m sure they still hold a grudge.”

Mamon exhaled. “Of course. I knew it will become problem one day.”

I looked at Puriel again.

We were losing time.

Puriel’s core flickered again.

I made the decision before I liked it.

Which meant it was probably the right one.

“Fine.”

I dismissed the scythe.

The Wrathborne Execution Scythe dissolved into black-red sparks, sinking back into my shadow. Every part of me hated letting go of a weapon mid-fight, but I needed both arms.

I leaned down and carefully lifted Puriel from the tentacle cradle.

She was warm.

Too warm near the cracked core.

Too cold near the hands.

Her wings folded weakly against me, feathers brushing my armor. The poison hissed faintly where her light touched the holy burns on my skin, but I held her anyway.

“Azrael,” she whispered.

“Quiet.”

“I can still—”

“No.”

Her lips pressed together.

I looked down at her. “You’re done.”

Her eyes narrowed faintly.

Even half-collapsed, Puriel still found energy to be offended.

That meant she was still there.

I adjusted my grip beneath her knees and back. My burned hand screamed from the pressure, but I ignored it. One of my tentacles curled over her loosely, shielding her chest without touching the core.