Seven Sins System Chapter 597. Apocalypse Level

Seven Sins System Chapter 597. Apocalypse Level

Our eyes met.

No panic. Just what the actual hell kind of disbelief.

“You too?” I said.

She nodded. “Same place. Just… different rock.”

I looked down. Sure enough, I recognized a crack in the stone from before. “Okay. Weird.”

I held up a hand and tried again.

[Skill Activated: Teleportation]

Same result.

I landed maybe five steps to the right. And Puriel was there again, blinking like she had the same glitch.

“Alright,” I muttered, squinting at the walls like they owed me rent. “That’s not normal.”

“Could be a trap,” Puriel offered.

“Definitely a trap,” I replied. “But we’re not stuck. Not yet.”

We exchanged glances again. No fear. Just strategy now.

She nodded, stepping back.

Golden light poured from her fingertips as a holy sigil formed in the air, expanding outward like a sunburst. A smooth, spiraling portal opened—perfect, glowing, humming with high-level divine frequency.

I answered with my own.

“Portal.”

A jagged tear split open beside hers, dripping darkness and crackling with energy. It twisted and pulsed.

We stepped in at the same time.

Light and dark. Angel and devil.

Gone.

Except… not really.

Because when we emerged?

Same cave.

I landed with a hard thud on my feet, staring at the exact same wall I’d already glared at twice. The crack in the stone hadn’t even moved. It just blinked back at me like, ‘welcome back, idiot.’

Puriel appeared just across the way. She stumbled slightly—just slightly—but caught herself with her usual poise.

I stared at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She exhaled sharply. “The portals didn’t go anywhere.”

“Like walking through a door painted on a wall,” I muttered.

We stood there for a long moment, silence wrapping around us tighter than any spell. The atmosphere didn’t shift. No danger surged. No system announcements. No obvious enemies.

And that was worse.

It meant someone was strong enough to contain not just me, but her. Me, a full-tier Wrath-class demon lord with six weaponized tentacles and multiple dimensional bypass skills. And her, a literal goddess with direct line access to the holy grid.

Whoever built this… they weren’t just trying to trap us.

They were testing us.

I growled low in my throat. “Alright. Let’s cheat.”

I stretched out my palm, shoving as much force as I could into one clean exit route.

[Skill Activated: Portal – Shadow Realm]

This one wasn’t a joke.

The rift opened. I didn’t even wait for it to stabilize.

I jumped in.

Felt the cold, the pull, the rush—

And—

I was back.

Same cave.

Same stupid crack in the wall.

I stood there in silence.

Puriel slowly walked around the corner, brushing moss off her shoulder.

“I’m guessing it didn’t work.”

I stared at the wall. “I just tried to go to my realm.”

“And?”

“I’m pretty sure the cave insulted my bloodline.”

She sighed, pacing beside me. “This isn’t just a trap. It’s a complete seal. Spatial. Dimensional. Possibly even temporal.”

“Don’t say time trap,” I muttered. “I hate time traps.”

She rolled her eyes, but her face was still pale. “So now what?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Whatever this is, it’s beyond either of us. I don’t like that.”

Puriel didn't respond at first, just tightened her grip on her blade, her gaze flicking to the unmoving walls of the cave. She wasn’t used to being stuck. Neither was I. Especially not like this—trapped by nothing, by something we couldn’t punch, slash, curse, or pray our way out of.

That… pissed me off more than I wanted to admit.

I turned away and walked toward the cave wall, my boots crunching softly against the gravel-strewn floor. My claws clicked against my gauntlet as I raised a hand and pressed it against the stone. It was cool, damp, solid—but something was beneath it. A pulse. Subtle. Like a heartbeat buried under layers of earth.

“Analyze,” I muttered, activating the skill.

[Skill Activated: Analyze]

Target: Obsidian Barrier – Modified Cave Wall

Attributes Detected: Dimensional Seal / Mana Equilibrium Layer

Core Insight: This structure sustains a perfect balance between Divine and Demonic mana. Any surge in one is instantly neutralized by the other. Intrusion resistance: 99.8%. Output restriction: 100%.

Conclusion: Structure is designed to nullify polarized energy. Escaping requires overwhelming both types simultaneously or disrupting the balance through an external catalyst.

I let out a slow, irritated breath through my nose. “Right… that’s why.”

Puriel glanced over, sword still drawn. “What is it?”

“It’s not just stone,” I replied, voice dry. “There’s a magical equilibrium embedded in the walls. Think of it like divine-demonic cement. It mixes both types of mana into a loop, so neither one can overpower the other.”

Her brows drew together. “That would mean it was designed… by mortals. Or at least someone trying to play both sides.”

“Exactly,” I said, stepping back from the wall. “Which means someone’s been busy cooking up anti-god and anti-devil barriers. Neat.”

I shook out my shoulders, and my Wrath tentacles slowly unfurled behind me again, blades glinting in the faint light like they were hungry.

She saw that and narrowed her eyes. “Azrael…”

“I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

She took a step closer, sword still in hand. “Are you serious?”

I looked at her and tilted my head, smile sharp as a knife. “Patience isn’t really my strong suit. So yeah. I’m throwing my wrath at it. Full power. Apocalypse level if I have to. Because why not?”

“You’ll kill me in the process,” she said flatly.

I laughed, dark and dry. “Oh please. You think I haven’t fantasized about that during the war?”

Her expression soured.

I clicked my tongue and waved a hand lazily. “Relax. I’m kidding. You won’t die. We’ve got this stupid glowing bracelet of doom between us, remember?”

I held up my wrist, and the Thread of Fate pulsed faintly between us, still tethered. A pact neither of us agreed to—but couldn’t break.

“You literally can’t die,” I said, stretching my neck with a crack. “So you’ll just have to help me instead. Throw whatever heavenly nonsense you’ve got.”

She crossed her arms. “You’re planning to hit it with wrath until it explodes?”

“Technically, yes. Emotionally, absolutely.”

She sighed like a woman who had regretted every life decision that led her to this moment. “Fine. But if you crack the ceiling and bury us alive, I’m not healing you.”

“Noted.”