Seven Sins System Chapter 587. You're Blaming The Symptom, Not The Disease

Seven Sins System Chapter 587. You're Blaming The Symptom, Not The Disease

I scoffed. “Cute. You really think sins are the problem? Newsflash: Mortals invented sins on their own. We devils just help them along sometimes. You're blaming the symptom, not the disease.”

The statue of patience raised an eyebrow. “You twist words skillfully, devil. Yet your kind enslaves souls, drags them into eternal torment. How can you justify such cruelty?”

“Oh, please,” I snapped, losing patience now. “You act like the mortals are innocent lambs being led astray. They're the ones who summon us. They're the ones willing to sell their souls for the stupidest reasons. You really wanna preach morality? Go talk to your followers upstairs—the ones turning your precious holy power into weapons.”

The queen statue’s stone eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her marble lips tightening. “You speak boldly, even in the face of holy judgment.”

I smirked wider, confidence radiating off me. “Of course I do. I'm a devil. You think some animated rocks powered by glowing crystals are gonna scare me? I've seen worse. I've done worse.”

Silence filled the room once more, but the statues continued to stare. The crystal cores pulsed more rapidly now, their glow intensifying with each heartbeat-like surge. Their power grated against my aura, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. It was just annoying.

Then, abruptly, the queen statue took another step forward, stone grinding against stone.

“If you refuse redemption,” she said slowly, her voice taking on a harsher, more judgmental edge, “then we must eliminate your threat.”

I laughed openly now, a dry, sharp sound that echoed harshly through the chamber. “Seriously? Redemption? You think I came here seeking your approval? I didn’t.”

“We offer mercy once,” the humility statue said softly. “You should reconsider.”

I pretended to think for a second, tapping a finger to my chin dramatically. “Hmm, let me see… eternal boredom singing hymns upstairs with your clueless worshippers, or freedom to do whatever the hell I please? Tough choice.”

The queen statue’s face hardened further, her gaze now openly hostile. “You have chosen your fate.”

“Oh, believe me,” I replied, summoning dark energy into my palms, tendrils of shadow dancing eagerly around my fingertips. “I’ve always chosen my own fate.”

Then, without further warning, they moved.

The queen surged forward first, her outstretched hand crackling with intense holy light. The other statues followed, moving with eerie, fluid grace despite their heavy stone forms. They surrounded me in seconds, their glowing cores resonating.

[Enemies Identified: Guardian Statues of Virtue (x7), Statue of the Divine Queen (Boss)]

I slid smoothly into a combat stance.

“Alright, marble saints,” I taunted, eyes gleaming darkly. “Let’s see how pure you are after I’m done breaking you into gravel.”

The statue of purity charged first, a bolt of holy light erupting from her crystal. I dodged fluidly, the blast scorching the marble where I'd just stood. The ground hissed from the intense heat.

“Gotta do better than that!” I mocked, laughing as I launched toward the statue of humility, forcing her to step back.

“You will regret mocking us, devil,” the queen warned, unleashing a wide beam of holy energy.

I summoned my barrier, deflecting it effortlessly, but even I felt the strain. Their power, irritatingly pure, was stronger than I'd initially estimated.

“Regret Isn't really my thing,” I replied, twisting sideways to avoid another holy projectile. “But feel free to keep trying.”

A bolt of searing white light streaked past, missing me by inches, crashing into the marble floor behind me. The impact sent sparks of divine energy scattering across the hall, sizzling into nothingness as they faded.

Great. More theatrics.

“You defile this sacred place with your presence, devil!” the tallest statue—the Queen—boomed, her voice resonating through the chamber like a church bell. “Your sins cannot be tolerated here!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed, rolling my shoulders. “I’ve heard it all before. Can we skip the preaching and just get to the part where I smash you?”

The statues stepped down from their marble pedestals, shaking loose fragments of stone that clattered noisily to the floor. Their eyes glowed fiercely and each one wielded a shimmering weapon made entirely of holy light. Spears, swords, bows—the whole nine yards.

All eight moved toward me in unison, their movements graceful, deliberate, like an army of dancers about to put on a lethal performance. I smirked, anticipation buzzing through my veins as dark energy surged beneath my skin.

“Let’s get this over with,” I growled, focusing inward. “Time to get serious.”

Six dark tentacles erupted violently from my back, tearing through my disguise and shredding my shirt. They whipped around me, swirling, coiling eagerly. I flexed my fingers, savoring the rush of my demonic aura as the shadows around me thickened.

One of the statues lunged, swinging a radiant sword downward, aiming straight for my skull.

“Wrath,” I commanded.

Instantly, my tentacles shifted, sharpening into lethal, razor-edged blades. With a fluid twist, I met her attack head-on, my bladed tentacle colliding with her holy sword. Sparks exploded between us, blindingly bright.

“You dare resist judgment?” she hissed, pressing down harder.

“Oh, I don’t just resist it,” I snarled, driving her back with a surge of power. “I laugh at it.”

Another statue drew back an ethereal bow, letting loose a volley of arrows made from pure divine energy. The projectiles burned with intense white flame, slicing through the air with a high-pitched whistle.

I pivoted, spinning one tentacle in front of me like a shield. The arrows shattered on contact, bursts of energy crackling across my defenses.

“Is that all you got?” I shouted, grinning wildly. “Because I expected more from holy puppets!”

A third statue rushed me from behind, wielding a heavy spear tipped with radiant power. At the last second, I ducked, letting the spear skim harmlessly over my shoulder before grabbing its shaft with two of my tentacles.

“Let go, vile creature!” he bellowed furiously.

“Oh, I will,” I replied mockingly. “Eventually.”

I wrenched the spear from his hands, snapping it effortlessly before whipping him across the chamber. He crashed into the far wall, leaving cracks behind as he collapsed.