Seven Sins System Chapter 588. I’ll be Gentle

Seven Sins System Chapter 588. I’ll be Gentle

But they just kept coming, relentless, unfeeling. Two rushed forward, weapons poised to strike simultaneously. Without hesitation, I shifted to a different mode.

“Greed!”

My tentacles twisted again and created my doubles as three perfect copies of me sprang forth, grinning mischievously. My doubles immediately engaged, keeping the two attackers occupied, granting me precious seconds to regroup.

I eyed the crystals embedded in their chests, glowing fiercely. I needed at least one core intact. That meant precision, something my Wrath side wasn’t particularly famous for.

Another holy bolt flashed toward me. I sidestepped casually, a dull ache beginning to form in my temple from irritation rather than injury.

“You know, your aim is terrible,” I mocked, beckoning arrogantly with my hand. “Maybe pray harder?”

“Your arrogance will be your downfall!” the Queen roared, summoning a massive greatsword of pure light. “You represent sin itself. Your existence is blasphemy!”

“I’m starting to think you guys take this blasphemy thing way too personally,” I retorted, “Sloth!”

My tentacles surged around me, encasing me in a dense cocoon of shadow. Her greatsword crashed down against my barrier, causing an enormous shockwave that rattled the hall, shaking loose dust and marble fragments.

The barrier held firm, absorbing the strike easily.

“See? Now you’re just embarrassing yourself.”

Inside my shadow cocoon, I closed my eyes briefly, sensing their positions, calculating my next move. They were organized, clearly coordinated by something or someone. But I had something they didn’t—raw power and pure malice.

With a burst of force, I released the Sloth barrier, sending a shockwave outward that staggered all eight statues.

“Enough playing around,” I growled. “Time to show you the real meaning of blasphemy.”

I launched forward, tentacles flashing rapidly between Wrath and Gluttony modes. One tentacle formed into a massive, grotesque mouth lined with razor teeth, biting down on a statue’s arm, crushing stone and crystal alike.

The statue screamed—an unsettling, almost human sound—as I tore the limb free, spitting fragments onto the floor.

“Next!” I shouted, bloodlust flooding my veins.

A smaller statue tried to flank me, her rapier aimed precisely at my chest. I caught the blade in one tentacle-blade, grinning darkly.

“Cute attempt,” I mocked, leaning closer. “But predictable.”

Before she could respond, another of my tentacles sliced upward, severing the crystal core cleanly from her chest. The statue crumbled instantly, reduced to rubble.

[White Angelic Crystal Core acquired!]

“Finally,” I muttered, pocketing the glowing core swiftly.

“You demon!” the Queen howled, her voice quivering in rage. “You cannot win here!”

“I can’t?” I mocked, twirling my tentacles lazily. “Because it looks like I’m winning pretty easily.”

“You underestimate our devotion,” she whispered dangerously, her voice dropping low, resonating with a threatening energy.

“Oh, please,” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Your devotion doesn’t scare me. I’m literally the Prince of Darkness. I’ve seen devotion twisted into madness.”

Without warning, the remaining statues grouped together, forming a circle, chanting loudly in unison. Their voices echoed off the walls, the entire hall shaking under the weight of divine energy building rapidly.

[Warning! Massive holy power concentration detected!]

“Shit,” I cursed, preparing for impact. “Here comes the overdramatic finale.”

I switched rapidly between Pride and Sloth, reinforcing my healing and defenses. Dark and divine energies clashed violently in the chamber, causing the very fabric of the room to tremble.

Light surged toward me in an overwhelming wave. I braced myself, grinning savagely.

The holy blast crashed over my barrier, tearing at the edges, searing my skin painfully, pushing me back. I held firm, letting the pain fuel my rage.

“Enough!” I roared, pushing back with all my strength.

My barrier exploded outward, repelling their attack and sending the statues sprawling across the floor. Dust clouded the room, making it difficult to see clearly.

As the dust settled, I saw the Queen struggling to stand, her form flickering weakly.

“You…are truly a monster,” she whispered bitterly, defiance burning in her fading eyes.

“Maybe,” I said quietly, stepping toward her slowly. “But I’m not the one trying to weaponize holiness against the world.”

Her expression flickered, confusion briefly crossing her face. “We…only seek to protect…”

“Protect?” I scoffed softly. “You’re just pawns. Tools. Mortals use your faith like fuel. And you think I’m the monster?”

Her eyes dimmed, understanding slowly dawning even as she crumbled away.

I exhaled slowly, pulling the crystal core from my pocket. It pulsed gently, radiating a peaceful warmth I found strangely uncomfortable.

“Great,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head in annoyance. “Now I have to explain this to Puriel.”

I turned toward the sealed door once more, gripping the crystal tightly.

“One thing’s certain,” I whispered darkly, eyes narrowing, “someone’s going to regret messing with my domain.”

I was one step away from tearing the sanctum open when—

“Nggh…”

I paused mid-step.

The hell was that?

A low, breathy grunt came from behind me. I turned sharply, eyes scanning the wreckage until they landed on a familiar shape—well, partially familiar. One of the statues was twitching. No, not twitching. Trying to move. The light from its chest was still pulsing. Dim, but steady.

I raised a brow and walked toward it slowly, cautious but curious. Most of the statue was cracked and broken. Her arm was gone, half her face crumbled, and chunks of her robes lay scattered like shattered pottery. But the core—the pure, glowing white thing embedded in her chest—was still intact.

“Well, damn,” I muttered, crouching beside her. “You’re still kickin’, huh?”

[Status: Holy Core (Active - Severely Weakened)]

That was all I needed.

Another sample.

My eyes narrowed as I leaned in, inspecting it closely. This wasn’t just any statue—it was her. The one representing the Goddess of Chastity. The one based on Puriel herself.

“Well... I guess I’ll be gentle,” I murmured with a crooked grin.

“Lust.”

My tentacles twisted and shimmered before shifting forms—gone were the blades and mouths, replaced now by slender, strong hands.