Seven Sins System Chapter 548. Mammon’s Financial Seminar

Seven Sins System Chapter 548. Mammon’s Financial Seminar

Belph hugged his pillow tighter, sinking deeper into the plush chair like he was ready to hibernate for the next century. Typical Belph. He only showed up because it was mandatory—or maybe because Asmo promised food, booze, and a low-effort environment perfect for napping.

Meanwhile, we waited. And waited some more. Half an hour passed, and still no sign of Asmo. All seven of us were present—well, technically six since Asmo was still doing… whatever Asmo did. Probably screwing half the partygoers, considering the last time we saw him he was naked and very much "busy."

The crowd of demons outside our barriers was growing by the minute. Most of them weren’t royals—just lower-class demons who didn’t usually get within spitting distance of us. They hovered around the edges of my barrier like moths drawn to a flame, clearly hoping for a chance to chat, gawk, or whatever it was they thought would happen once we dropped the shield.

"Why are they just standing there?" Luci muttered, swirling his wine lazily. "It’s not like we’re going to invite them in for tea."

"They’re common demons," I said with a shrug. "This is probably the closest they’ll ever get to us. They’re just waiting for a chance to… I don’t know, exist near us?"

Luci gave me a disgusted look. "That’s pathetic."

"Not everyone gets to be born a sin lord," I said dryly.

Even Beel, usually unbothered by everything except his next meal, had conjured a barrier of his own. He wasn’t taking any chances—only waiters were allowed to pass through to bring him more food. The barrier shimmered faintly around him, perfectly filtering out the unwanted attention of overeager demons while keeping his personal buffet fully operational.

"At least Beel knows how to set boundaries," I muttered, watching as a waiter nervously slipped through his barrier, deposited a platter of roasted hellbeast ribs, and practically sprinted back out before Beel could devour both the food and him.

Levi, on the other hand, had allowed a handful of demons into his space—but only the ones who were brave enough to play games with him. And by "play," I mean silently endure getting obliterated while Levi muttered curses at the screen. No one dared to talk to him. The second someone tried to strike up a conversation, they were either ignored or given a glare so icy it could freeze over the River Styx.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. We were all here to chill out. Off duty. Just for one damn night. But of course, the common demons didn’t understand that. They rarely got to see us up close—hell, most of them probably only ever heard rumors about us—so naturally, they were eager to soak in whatever scraps of our presence they could get.

Still, it was annoying.

The real problem, though, wasn’t the demons outside our barriers. It was the one inside.

Mammon.

I don’t know how it happened—or when—but somehow, the Lord of Greed had turned this whole waiting session into a finance seminar. Yes. A seminar. On finance. In the middle of a party.

"—and that’s why frugal living is key," Mammon was saying, pacing back and forth like a professor addressing his clueless students. He paused, giving Luci and me a smug look. "You may be rich, but wealth isn’t just about how much you have—it’s about how much you keep. That’s why you need to save. Every penny counts. Even in Hell."

Luci looked like he was physically restraining himself from throwing his wine glass at Mammon’s head. I couldn’t blame him. I was getting a headache just listening to this nonsense.

"Did you really just say ‘every penny counts’?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You’re one of the seven sin lords. You can literally conjure gold out of thin air."

Mammon waved a hand dismissively. "That’s not the point. Conjuring wealth is easy. Keeping it? That’s where the real skill comes in. Take detergent, for example—"

"Oh, for the king’s sake," Luci groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not the detergent speech again."

"Yes, the detergent speech!" Mammon said proudly, clearly unfazed by Luci’s growing irritation. "Like what I do! Why waste detergent on a shirt you don’t need to wear? That’s called smart living. And smart living leads to long-term wealth accumulation."

I glanced at Belph, who was, unsurprisingly, still asleep. Lucky bastard. He didn’t have to endure this madness.

"Mammon," I said, trying to keep my voice level, "no one cares about your frugal living tips."

"Of course, you don’t," Mammon said, pouring himself more wine. "That’s because you’re reckless with money. You think just because you have it, you can spend it however you want. But that’s not sustainable."

Luci and I exchanged glances. We didn’t need to say anything—our shared look of exasperation said it all. This wasn’t the first time Mammon had gone on one of his financial rants, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

"You know what’s not sustainable?" Luci said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Listening to your lecture about detergent and saving pennies while we’re trying to relax."

Mammon ignored him, continuing his sermon. "Mortals think gold and diamonds are rare, but in Hell, they’re abundant. The key is knowing how to manipulate their value in the mortal world. That’s how you deceive them into paying more."

I let out a long, slow breath, feeling my patience wearing thin. "Mammon, we’re not here to talk about economics. We’re here to—"

"—chill out. Yes, yes, I know," Mammon said, waving me off. "But chilling out doesn’t mean you can’t learn something useful in the process. Imagine how much richer you’d be if you actually followed my advice."

Luci looked at me again, this time with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Hey, Azrael," he said, smirking. "Think we can convince Asmo to start charging Mammon for his ‘seminars’? You know, turn his greed against him?"

I chuckled, rubbing my temples. "It might be worth a shot. Anything to shut him up."

Mammon looked offended. "You guys have no appreciation for financial wisdom."

"No," I corrected, "we have no patience for you lecturing us while we’re trying to relax."

Luci sighed, picking up his wine again. "Honestly, Asmo needs to hurry up and start this damn event before I lose my mind."

"Agreed," I muttered. "Because if I have to listen to one more word about detergent, I might actually lose it."