Seven Sins System Chapter 598. Insult

Seven Sins System Chapter 598. Insult

I took my stance, planting my feet firmly against the cracked earth as my six wrath tentacles unfurled behind me like monstrous wings made of bladed fury. Then I swung them like a mad man.

The heat within me surged, not just anger—but pure wrath, thick and molten, flowing through every nerve like liquid lightning. It wasn’t just in my chest. It pulsed behind my eyes, curled beneath my skin, and coiled in the pit of my spine.

The cave didn’t flinch.

Didn’t so much as groan under the weight of my presence. The walls stood there—silent, still, unbothered. Like they were mocking me. Like we were the ones beneath notice.

And that? That alone made something ancient and ugly inside me snap.

I let out a roar that shook from deep within my ribs, guttural and unfiltered. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a declaration. A threat. A promise of destruction that echoed like war drums down the stone corridors.

[Skill Activated: Hell Inferno]

Flames erupted from beneath my feet, black and red and alive, crawling across the ground like hell’s fingers. The air warped, waves of heat distorting the space around me. Fire coiled around my body, licking up my arms, trailing the edges of my tentacles until I looked less like a man and more like a walking furnace about to devour the world.

[Skill Activated: Dark Storm]

Above, or what passed for above in this closed cave system, the shadows obeyed. Clouds of pure darkness gathered out of nothing, rumbling with otherworldly thunder. Bolts of violet lightning ripped through the cave roof, carving jagged light across the ceiling. Wind roared to life around me, howling like a storm had found its way underground and was pissed to be trapped.

The two skills collided—flames and shadows, hellfire and storm—as I directed them forward in one massive pulse of destruction.

My tentacles slashed through the inferno, each strike crashing into the cave walls with enough force to split mountains.

And yet—

The walls didn’t move.

Not even a crack.

The fire kept burning. The storm kept shrieking. The rage kept boiling—but the stone didn’t so much as flinch.

I was pouring the essence of my wrath into this place like a god in a tantrum, and it didn’t. Even. Blink.

I snarled, teeth bared, heart hammering. And for the first time in a long while…

I felt the sting of insult.

This place dared to ignore me.

Across from me, Puriel stood with her wings flared and her sword glowing like a miniature sun. Her divine flames met mine midair, clashing, fusing. Heavenly fire rained down beside my inferno, holy judgment and hell's vengeance painting the ground in chaos.

But even with all that— The cave didn’t budge.

The ground was scorched, sure. Charred black and white in streaks of ruin. Smoke curled in twisting tendrils, and the heat made the air shimmer like a desert mirage. But the walls—those damn walls—held steady like we were throwing tantrums in a padded cell.

And that’s when I noticed it.

The smell.

It was getting sharper.

That same sweet scent from earlier—faint before, almost nostalgic. Now it was like it was crawling up my nose and curling around the back of my skull. Too sweet. Too thick. Like syrup laced with something I didn’t want to identify.

“…What the hell,” I muttered under my breath, eyes narrowing. “Is it just me, or is the air going weird?”

Puriel didn’t respond.

I turned my head.

She had already stopped attacking, her sword tip lowered to the ground.

She was… panting?

I tilted my head, brows drawing together. “Please don’t tell me you’re tired already,” I said, letting out a mocking chuckle. “That’s pathetic.”

Still no answer.

I frowned, walking toward her slowly. The air felt heavier with every step. The scent grew stronger, clinging to my throat like molasses. It wasn’t just weird now—it was wrong. Too smooth. Too artificial. Like something pretending to be pleasant while crawling into my brain.

“Hey,” I said, my voice lowering. “You okay?”

She stood still, wings trembling slightly, her face turned away. The Thread of Fate between us glowed brighter than before. Which meant...

My gaze snapped to the thread, then to my own arm.

I could feel it too.

A warmth that wasn’t mine. Magic I wasn’t channeling. Emotions that didn’t belong to me brushing up against my edges like whispers from a dream I didn’t remember having.

Her voice came soft.

“I feel weird…”

“You look weird,” I muttered, forcing a smirk to mask the twist in my gut.

Then she turned to face me.

Blush.

Full crimson blooming across her cheeks, high and warm, standing out against the pale gold glow of her skin. Her eyes looked dazed—glassy, like someone hit her with a charm spell and a fever in one go.

I blinked.

Okay. I’ve seen her blush. More than once. I know she’s got that whole “maybe-I-hate-you-maybe-I-don’t” goddess crush going on. But this? This was something else. Moreover, she was in her battle mode. She usually swung her sword at me in this form.

“You…” I said, blinking again. “You really look weird.”

She didn’t argue. Just nodded slightly. “I know…”

Her voice was weaker than before. Less snark. Less edge.

It was like she didn’t have the energy to push back.

“I know…” she murmured, swaying slightly. Her wings fluttered once, then drooped.

And then— Her knees buckled.

“Whoa—hey!”

Somehow, I caught her.

It wasn’t my tentacles. Not some elegant save with wrath-formed blades or fancy telekinetic grab. Nah. It was just me. My real-ass arms, instinctively shooting forward and cradling her like she weighed nothing.

Okay. This was weird.

Not just the fall. Not just the cave. Not just the bizarre scent curling around us like we were trapped in a haunted candle shop. It was her.

Her body.

Her warmth.

Her closeness.

I didn’t just catch her. I held her. Full-on demon-smothered her against my chest like I was some kind of overprotective boyfriend in a mortal’s trashy romance movie.