Seven Sins System Chapter 569. Cruel Punishment

Seven Sins System Chapter 569. Cruel Punishment

Darren and Ion immediately sensed danger.

Ion threw his hands up defensively. "Now, hold on, Doc—let’s talk about this!"

Darren nodded furiously. "Yeah, yeah! We can negotiate! We had good intentions—"

"Intentions don’t mean anything." I cracked my knuckles, still smirking. "You pulled me out of my dorm, across the academy, half-naked, in nothing but a towel, over this stupidity." I gestured toward Barry, who was still trying to hide behind his laptop like it was a shield against divine judgment.

"There’s no way you think I’m letting you go, right?"

Darren and Ion exchanged panicked glances.

Ion laughed nervously. "We—we can work something out, Doc! Come on!"

Darren nodded rapidly. "Yeah! What do you want?! Money?! Snacks?! We can buy you something—

"100 push-ups. 100 sit-ups. 100 squats. And you’re three running 10 laps around the park."

Both of them froze.

Ion’s jaw dropped. "YOU'RE GONNA KILL US."

Darren gasped. "THAT'S BASICALLY MILITARY TRAINING!"

I shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem."

Ion stared at me in horror. "D-Doc… have mercy…"

I grinned. "Mercy? You think you deserve mercy?"

Darren grabbed Ion’s shoulders, shaking him violently. "THIS IS IT, ION! WE’RE GONNA DIE!"

Ion let out a dramatic wail. "PLEASE, DOC! I HAVE A FAMILY!"

"No, you don’t."

"OKAY, BUT I COULD!"

“No buts!” I sighed and turned my gaze to Barry. "You! You have two choices. You either do it with them, or I personally ensure the entire dorm finds out exactly what you were watching at full volume."

Barry screamed. "WHY AM I STILL GETTING PUNISHED?!"

I looked at him, deadpan. "You know why."

Barry hid behind his laptop again, muttering curses under his breath.

Darren and Ion, realizing there was no escape, groaned in defeat.

Ion grumbled. "I swear to the Devil, the next time someone breaks up with Barry, we are not getting involved."

I held my laughter. ‘Now he swears in my name.’

Darren sighed dramatically. "Yeah. Next time, we just let him die in his room."

Barry shouted from behind his laptop. "I WAS FINE!"

I clapped my hands. "Alright. Time to start running. No breaks."

Both of them groaned miserably.

Barry, still sulking, glared at me. "Can you at least reduce my punishment?"

I smirked. "No."

His face twisted into a pathetic grimace, like a kicked puppy, but I didn’t budge an inch.

Barry turned his pleading gaze toward Darren and Ion for backup, but those two clowns were already mourning their own fates.

Darren, still looking like he’d seen the gates of hell itself, muttered, "We’re doomed."

Ion clutched his chest like he was about to faint. "I just wanted to help a friend. I didn't sign up for military boot camp."

I exhaled, crossing my arms. "Enough whining. Now, go."

The trio hesitated, staring at me with their biggest, most pitiful puppy eyes.

I responded with a devilish death glare.

The effect was instant.

All three of them flinched like their souls had just left their bodies, then quickly turned and power-walked toward the exit like their lives depended on it.

Cowards.

I then turned to the remaining students who were still lingering outside their rooms, whispering among themselves and definitely trying to process what the hell just happened.

I arched a brow, my expression flat and unimpressed. "The show’s over. Go back to your rooms."

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t yell. But...

Somehow, maybe my devilish aura flared on its own, even though I was in my human disguise.

Because without hesitation, the remaining students nodded furiously, shuffled backward, and vanished into their rooms like obedient little mortals.

Satisfied, I huffed and glanced at the CCTV camera in the hallway, analyzing the angles.

I needed to make sure the camera didn’t capture what I was about to do next.

I studied its field of vision for a second, then smoothly stepped into Barry’s room, effectively moving out of sight.

The room still smelled like regret and shame, but I ignored it, turning my attention to the almost-dying door that was barely hanging onto its hinges.

I placed a hand on the splintered wood and muttered under my breath.

"Devil’s Craft."

A dark aura enveloped the door, the tendrils of magic wrapping around every shattered piece, every damaged screw, every weakened inch of wood.

And then, like rewinding time itself, the door restored itself completely—the cracks sealed, the splinters vanished, and within seconds, the door stood as if it had never been kicked in at all.

Flawless.

Like new.

I casually stepped back, inspecting my work before giving a satisfied nod.

Then, without another word, I walked out, closed the door behind me, and headed toward the park to see how my three dumbasses were carrying out their punishment.

This was a battle academy, after all. These guys should have been able to handle some basic endurance training.

Should.

Yet, as I casually strolled to the park—still in nothing but a damn towel—I was immediately met with the most pathetic sight I had ever witnessed.

Darren, Ion, and Barry were on the ground, struggling through their push-ups like they were fighting for their last breath.

Darren’s arms were trembling like an old man’s, Ion was muttering what sounded like his last will, and Barry?

Barry had already collapsed, forehead against the dirt, looking like he had given up on life altogether.

I sighed and took a seat on a park bench, folding my legs like a king overseeing his subordinates, casually watching their suffering with a completely unimpressed expression.

I activated my Observation skill, scanning them to make sure they weren’t actually dying.

Nope.

They were just dramatic little shits.

Darren groaned, pushing himself up in slow motion. "Doc... have mercy..."

I smirked. "You brought this on yourselves."

Ion collapsed onto his stomach. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

Barry, still lying in the dirt, slowly turned his head to glare at me. "How is this even legal?"