Seven Sins System Chapter 567. Love Sick Idiot

Seven Sins System Chapter 567. Love Sick Idiot

I wasn’t doing this.

I needed to focus.

And the first step to focusing?

‘Getting rid of the scent of last night’s insanity.’

Because yeah, I reeked of wine and demonic perfume, which—fun fact—was dangerous for mortals.

If I walked around smelling like this, I’d have humans throwing themselves at me like moths to a flame.

And I did not need that.

Sighing, I headed toward the bathroom, already peeling off my clothes. The second I stepped inside, I turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough to burn before stepping in.

The steam curled around me, and for a moment, I just stood there, letting the water wash over me.

The scent of last night started to fade, replaced by something clean, something neutral.

Good.

Better.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.

This was fine.

Everything was fine.

I was going to handle this.

I was going to figure out who sent those demons.

I was going to ignore whatever the hell was going on with Puriel.

And I was definitely not going to think about her pout.

Nope.

Not thinking about it at all.

Nope. Not a single thought.

I had scrubbed myself clean, the scent of wine and perfume washed away. The scalding water had done its job, peeling away the last remnants of last night’s chaos. Now, wrapped in nothing but a towel, I stepped out of my bathroom, ready to finally settle into something resembling normalcy.

Apparently, the universe loved to throw jokes at me.

A sudden, frantic knock at my door shattered my brief moment of peace.

I froze, my gaze flicking toward the clock.

Past five.

The morning sun wasn’t even fully out yet, still just a whisper on the horizon. Who the hell was knocking at my door this early?

Another knock—louder this time.

I scowled, running a hand through my damp hair before striding toward the door, already regretting whatever was waiting for me on the other side.

I yanked it open, and standing there were Darren and Ion, both looking pale as hell.

They weren’t just standing there—they were practically vibrating with panic.

Darren was the first to speak, voice tight and rushed. "Doc, you need to help Barry."

Ion nodded furiously. "Yeah, we don’t think we can help him."

I frowned. "What happened? Is he sick?"

Darren exhaled sharply. "Yes. Love sick."

I blinked. "...Excuse me?"

Ion groaned. "His girlfriend broke up with him two days ago."

I stared at them. "...And?"

Darren threw his arms up. "And he won’t leave his room! He’s been locked up in there, refusing to talk to anyone, refusing to eat properly—"

Ion nodded again, looking just as exasperated. "We need you to do something."

I let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Let him be. He probably just needs time to deal with it."

Ion gasped dramatically, as if I had just suggested leaving Barry for dead. "Are you seriously saying that? He needs help!"

Darren, just as determined, added, "We tried talking to him, but he won’t listen. You’re the only one he might actually take seriously."

I scowled. "Since when did I become the academy therapist?"

"Since now!" Ion grabbed my arm, actually trying to drag me out of my own damn dorm.

"Let me put on my clothes first, at least!"

He didn’t let go.

Darren grabbed my other arm. "We don’t have time for that!"

"I am literally in a towel!"

Ion rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and? It’s not like we haven’t seen guys shirtless before."

"That is NOT the point!"

I tried to shake them off, but these two morons were committed. They dragged me—barefoot, half-wet, and still in a damn towel—straight into the hallway.

If Barry wasn’t actually dying, I was going to kill them both and send them to my torture chamber.

Darren and Ion dragged me across the entire damn academy, through the park, and straight into the male student dorms like I was some sacred healer sent from above to fix their love-struck idiot friend.

I was one second away from snapping both their necks.

By the time we reached Barry’s room, I was seething.

Darren stood in front of the door, knocking way too enthusiastically. "Barry! Open up! Dr. Allen is here. He will fix your heart."

I turned to Darren, giving him a look of pure disgust.

"Fix. His. Heart?" I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief.

Darren grinned like an idiot. "You know. Because you’re a doctor."

"I’M A COMBAT DOCTOR, NOT A LOVE GURU!"

Ion shrugged. "Same thing."

"It is LITERALLY NOT the same thing."

I exhaled sharply, closing my eyes for a brief moment to prevent myself from committing a felony.

Darren knocked harder. "Barry! C’mon, man! We brought the best of the best! You can’t mope forever!"

From inside, a muffled groan.

Barry’s hoarse, barely alive voice came through the door.

A long, suffering groan, like the last breath of a dying man.

Ion gasped dramatically. "You hear that, right?! He’s dying!"

Darren nodded furiously. "He’s not going to make it!"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "He is not dying. He’s moping."

Ion grabbed my arm, eyes wide with exaggerated panic. "What if he’s so heartbroken that he’s lost the will to live?!"

I shot him a flat stare. "Then maybe he should’ve picked a better girlfriend."

Darren hissed. "Insensitive!"

I exhaled sharply. "Barry, you better open up since your two idiot friends managed to drag me here in nothing but a damn towel."

Silence.

No movement.

No response.

Just another long, suffering groan.

I glanced between the two morons still clinging to me and then back at the door. "Okay. If he doesn’t open up in the next ten seconds, I’m walking away, going back to my room, and you two will suffer the consequences of dragging me out half-naked."

Darren and Ion turned back to the door in a desperate panic.

"BARRY, OPEN THE DOOR, OR HE’S GONNA KILL US!"

Another groan.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Fine. If he won’t come out, I’ll go in."

Darren frowned. "How? It’s locked—"