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Seven Sins System Chapter 568. I NEED BLEACH FOR MY BRAIN!

Added 2025-02-21 14:03:37 +0000 UTC

"Get out of the way!" I snapped, already stepping forward.

Without hesitation, I kicked the door.

-CRACK!

Yeah, this was definitely going to cut into my salary, but I had my Devil’s Craft skill, so screw it.

The door swung open violently, the hinges screaming in protest. I didn’t even use my full strength—if I had, the damn thing would’ve flown across the hall and probably taken out someone’s bed.

Ion let out a small, impressed whistle. "Damn, Doc. Remind me to never piss you off."

Darren muttered, "Remind me to reinforce my door."

But then we turned our attention to what was inside the room.

And all three of us froze.

Our jaws dropped.

Our souls left our bodies, if I had one.

Because Barry?

Barry was not dying!

Barry was not crying!

Barry was not contemplating the meaning of life!

No…

He was sitting in front of his laptop, wearing a massive headset that completely covered his ears—probably at full volume—and instead of playing a game, studying, or doing literally anything normal, the absolute dumbass was watching porn while jerking off.

His pants were down to his ankles.

A dozen crumpled tissues lay around his chair like they had been sacrificed in battle.

Those groans?

Yeah.

Not painful suffering ones.

A collective cringe rippled through the room.

I felt my entire existence short-circuit.

Darren stiffened like a corpse.

Ion let out a horrified wheeze.

Barry finally noticed us.

His head snapped toward the door, his eyes widening in sheer, unfiltered panic.

The speed at which he ripped his headset off, pulled up his pants, and slammed his laptop shut was almost admirable.

Almost.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" he shrieked. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?!"

Ion, still frozen, choked out, "What are we doing here?! What the hell are you doing?!"

Darren gagged. "I CAN’T UNSEE THIS. I NEED BLEACH FOR MY BRAIN."

I, standing in the middle of this absolute disaster, let out a very long, very deep sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Barry."

Barry flinched. "WHAT?"

"I JUST KICKED DOWN YOUR DOOR."

"I CAN SEE THAT!"

"BECAUSE THESE TWO IDIOTS CONVINCED ME YOU WERE DYING."

Barry blinked rapidly, his brain finally catching up. "Wait… they what?"

Ion threw his arms up. "YOU WOULDN’T ANSWER US! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE HEARTBROKEN AND SLOWLY WASTING AWAY!"

Darren nodded furiously. "WE WANTED TO SAVE YOU!"

Barry’s eye twitched. "SAVE ME FROM WHAT?!"

"FROM YOURSELF!"

Barry looked like he was about to throw himself out the window. "I WAS FINE! I WAS HAVING A NORMAL, PRIVATE NIGHT!"

I arched a brow. "Normal? Watching porn at full volume with crumpled tissues all over the place?"

Barry physically recoiled. "D-Don’t describe it out loud!”

Darren shuddered violently. "This is worse than anything I could have imagined."

Ion was still staring at Barry like he had just witnessed the apocalypse. "Dude… what were you watching?"

Barry’s face turned an impressive shade of red. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

Ion lunged for the laptop.

Barry screamed.

The room immediately descended into chaos.

Barry dove to protect his laptop, Darren yelled in pure disgust, Ion was laughing like a madman, and I just stood there, watching the circus unfold, debating whether I should just leave them to rot in their stupidity.

After a solid minute of unhinged screaming, Barry finally managed to grab his laptop and hold it against his chest like it was his firstborn child.

We all stood there, panting.

Barry glared at all of us. "You guys. Are the worst. Friends. Ever."

I shrugged. "Yeah, well. You made us think you were dead, and instead, you were just busting a nut."

Darren dry-heaved. "Doc, PLEASE."

Ion fell to the floor, wheezing. "This is the greatest moment of my life."

Barry ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath.

Then he looked at me, expression exhausted and exasperated.

"Are you at least going to fix my damn door?"

I smirked. "No."

Barry groaned loudly, still clutching his laptop like his life depended on it.

Meanwhile, Darren and Ion were still wheezing from the aftermath of the absolute mess they had just dragged me into.

A handful of male students peeking out from behind their dorm doors, their expressions a perfect mix of shock, disbelief, and pure secondhand embarrassment.

I turned to them, crossing my arms, still half-naked and dripping from my shower.

I arched a brow. "What? Never seen a guy kick down a door in a towel before?"

Silence.

Some of the guys standing in the hallway awkwardly shuffled back into their rooms, clearly deciding that whatever this was, they wanted no part of it.

A couple of the bolder ones lingered, their gazes flicking between me, the wreckage of Barry’s door, and the absolute horror show inside his room, as if trying to process whether they were more surprised about the door, the screaming, or the fact that I had just walked into this crime scene like an avenging angel of chaos.

And then there was Barry, who had just realized the gravity of the situation.

Panic flashed across his face as he suddenly sprang into action, scrambling to block the view into his room like his life depended on it.

"N-NO! DON’T LOOK!" he yelped, arms frantically outstretched as he tried to cover as much of the room as possible.

It was useless.

The crumpled tissues and the lotion. The faintly lingering sounds of questionable activities that had yet to fully close out.

It was all there.

Out in the open.

For everyone to see.

I smirked, then turned back to Barry. "Let them see what you do in your room."

Barry paled instantly.

"That’s cruel."

I tilted my head, my smirk widening evilly.