Seven Sins System Chapter 580. Stolen Wrath

Seven Sins System Chapter 580. Stolen Wrath

I jumped down from the tree, landing with a soft thud, the cursed crystal still clutched in my palm. The thing was practically humming with power, like a miniature heart pulsing with stolen Wrath.

“Gluttony,” I muttered.

Immediately, my palm shifted—skin stretching, reshaping, warping into something unnatural.

A mouth formed in the center of my hand, lined with rows of jagged, sharp teeth, saliva glistening. Without hesitation, it snapped open and devoured the crystal whole.

The second it disappeared, my hand sealed shut, returning to normal as if nothing had happened.

The effect was instant.

The Wrath energy poisoning the atmosphere started dissipating, no longer feeding off the negative emotions of the people around. The park felt... lighter. More natural. Like the subtle pressure pressing against reality had finally lifted.

I watched as a pair of kids who had been squabbling over a ball suddenly stopped, blinking in confusion before breaking into laughter and running off like nothing had happened. A couple nearby, who had been glaring at each other in silent tension, exchanged a few uncertain glances before sighing and returning to their casual stroll.

The influence was gone. At least for now.

I exhaled a long breath, rolling my shoulders.

“I don’t get it…” I muttered. “What does the culprit want? First the summoning formation, then this? Why?”

The pieces weren’t fitting together.

Whoever was orchestrating this wasn’t just trying to spread Wrath randomly. That would be too sloppy. Too inefficient.

No, they were collecting it. Harnessing it. But for what?

It had to be tied to the demons hunting the legendary one inside me—the thing even the Lords of the Seven Sins couldn’t kill.

I clenched my jaw.

If that’s their goal, then they’re even dumber than I thought.

Because that thing inside me? It wasn’t some weapon to be claimed. It wasn’t some power source they could siphon from.

It was a living disaster.

A force so destructive that even we—the strongest devils in existence—had only barely managed to contain it.

And now mortals were trying to tame it?

A dry chuckle slipped past my lips.

“Heh. Mortals.”

They always overestimated themselves.

Thinking they could cheat death, control chaos, bend demons and gods to their will just because they had a plan.

They never realized how small they were until the moment something bigger crushed them.

I shook my head, my fingers flexing as I absorbed the last traces of Wrath.

This was getting messy.

And I hated messy.

I took one last look around the park, ensuring the corruption was completely gone before pulling the shadows around me. The night air was still thick with remnants of magic, but no active traces of the curse remained. For now, at least.

Good.

Time to leave before anyone started asking questions.

I activated Teleportation.

A sharp pulse of infernal energy coiled around my body, the world blurring for half a second before reality snapped back into place— I was back at the infirmary.

Alone.

Puriel wasn’t here yet.

The room was dim. The scent of antiseptic still lingered, mixing with the faint coppery tang of dried blood from the storage cabinets. I could hear the quiet hum of the air conditioning, the rhythmic ticking of the old clock mounted above the door.

Familiar. Comfortable.

And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was coming.

Something I wasn’t going to like.

I flexed my fingers one last time before retracting my tentacle, letting my double return to its usual form.

Then, leaning back against the infirmary chair, I stared at the ceiling, my mind still turning over the pieces of this growing puzzle.

I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. The last remnants of Wrath energy had faded from the park, but the problem was still hanging over me like a storm cloud. Someone was harvesting my domain, and that meant tonight’s infiltration at the temple was about to get messy.

But until then?

I had an entire day to kill.

And I hated downtime.

With nothing better to do, I did what I always did—acted the part of the perfect combat doctor.

A couple of students wandered in throughout the day, some with minor injuries from training mishaps, others with the usual dumbass mistakes that came with trying to flex magic they weren’t ready for. I treated them like a saint, masking my usual sarcasm behind an air of patience and professionalism. If they only knew the kind of shit I was actually dealing with behind the scenes, they’d probably have a meltdown.

The hours dragged, blending in a haze of bandages, healing spells, and half-assed gratitude.

Then came the… less boring part of my day.

My servants showed up.

And yeah.

One thing led to another.

Let’s just say the infirmary got a lot more fun for a while. We had sex.

By the time I was done, the place reeked of sin, and I had half a mind to let the residual energy linger just to mess with the next poor idiot who walked in.

As for the trio?

Well, they didn’t even dare to show up.

Not after this morning.

They were so exhausted from my torture session earlier that they probably couldn’t even stand properly. And if they did try to show up and cause problems again?

I wouldn’t mind making them run ten more laps.

But they knew better.

So the rest of the day passed uneventfully, the buzz of academy life fading into the background as I waited for dusk.

Then, finally, my shift was over.

And it was time.

The moment the sun dipped below the horizon, I activated my portal skill.

Dark energy swirled in front of me, twisting into a spiraling rift in space. The air around it shimmered, crackling with suppressed power as the fabric of reality bent to my will.

The coordinates were already locked in—the location Red had sent me earlier.

The temple.

With a single step, I and Puriel entered the portal.

And the world shifted.