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Seven Sins System Chapter 594. Plan C
🕑 Added 2025-04-03 21:04:00 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 594. Plan C
We both looked back at the crystal again.
Whatever it was—weapon, relic, key, god-fragment—it wasn’t ready to be touched. Not by power, not by status, not even by faith.
Which meant we were gonna have to get real creative.
I looked down at the unconscious priest again and sighed. “So… do I still need to let him go or…?”
She gave me The Look.
I sighed harder. “Fine.”
[Skill Deactivated: Blood Curse]
The priest slumped peacefully to the floor. Again.
“Okay,” I said, clapping my hands. “Plan C?”
Puriel crossed her arms. “What’s Plan C?”
“…Figure out Plan C.”
Puriel gave me a look like I’d just suggested we solve a magical nuclear crisis with a band-aid and a slice of cake.
“You don’t have a Plan C, do you?”
I shrugged. “Nope.”
She let out a slow, disappointed sigh and rubbed her forehead. “Goddesses above… You dragged me down here, cursed a priest, almost got him vaporized, and now your grand plan is wing it?”
“I mean… yeah,” I said, voice flat. “Sounds pathetic, I know. But I also didn’t expect a crystal to throw a mortal across the room like a divine dodgeball champion. I’m improvising.”
She muttered under her breath, pacing. “Maybe we should ask my mother.”
I stilled.
Not outwardly. Not dramatically. Just… quiet.
My mind, though? It went into full overdrive.
No. No no no. That was the worst idea she could’ve come up with.
If the angels knew about this crystal—about something that could reject holy and unholy alike—they wouldn’t stop at research. They’d start a celestial cleanse, burn this temple to ash, dig up every cult in existence, and maybe—just maybe—use this very power against my realm.
Against me.
“Hey,” I said suddenly, snapping my fingers.
[Skill Activated: Shadow Space]
A rush of black smoke and static surged from my feet, spiraling out in every direction like spilled ink swallowing light. The room dimmed instantly. Shadows deepened, sounds outside our conversation went mute, and the entire sanctum twisted, as if we had stepped into another layer of existence.
The crystal still floated, but its light was contained now, flickering like it knew it was trapped.
Puriel’s eyes snapped to me. “Azrael—”
“Don’t panic,” I said, raising a hand. “I just isolated it.”
She crossed her arms, unsure. “You didn’t answer why you activated it.”
“We will handle it,” I said, stepping up to her. “You and me. We’re the heirs of our realms, right? My father sent me here for a reason. Your mother sent you for the same. They want to see if we can deal with problems on our own. If we’re ready.”
She hesitated, searching my eyes. “…You really think we can?”
“I know we can,” I said, a slow grin tugging at my lips. “Besides. If not us… who else?”
Before she could respond, I stepped back and exhaled slowly.
“Alright,” I muttered, flexing my arms. “Let’s stop playing soft.”
I let my power surge.
[Demonic Form Activated]
A rush of heat and darkness exploded outward. My skin cracked like cooled magma, blackened and hardened. Six monstrous tentacles erupted from my back. Then came the wings—six leathery appendages, torn at the edges but pulsing with raw infernal magic.
My claws elongated, glowing purple at the tips. Horns curled upward from my skull like thorny blades, and twin tails burst out from my spine—long, whip-like, and barbed. A deep, radiant purple core gleamed at the center of my chest, surrounded by cracks that pulsed with unstable magic, like a heart struggling to hold back a storm.
The ground beneath my feet buckled slightly. Shadows crawled along the floor as if bowing.
Puriel stiffened immediately.
Her divine aura shimmered defensively, like instinct. She didn’t even mean to react—but this form? This was the form I used three hundred years ago in the Great War. The one she’d fought.
Her hand drifted near her weapon. Not grabbing it. Just… muscle memory.
I saw it.
And I saw the look in her eyes.
“…Relax,” I said, voice deeper now, distorted slightly from the transformation. “We are on the same side this time.”
Puriel didn’t answer.
Instead, a soft hum echoed from her body as radiant light exploded around her. Her form shimmered, shifting from the modest clothes of her mortal disguise into something far more divine.
Feathered wings unfurled, six of them—each blindingly white with edges glowing gold. A golden crown-like halo formed above her head, spinning slowly. Her armor gleamed like sunlight on snow, smooth but intricately etched with runes of purity and order.
She wasn’t Puriel anymore.
She was the Goddess of Chastity, full and undiluted.
And she looked serious.
I smirked. “Let me guess. You afraid I’ll attack you?”
She held my gaze evenly. “Just a precaution,” she said calmly. “I’ve fought you my whole life. I’d prefer not to let my guard down.”
“Fair enough.” My grin faded as I turned back toward the crystal.
It was still there, hovering silently, like it was waiting for us to do something stupid. Again.
I exhaled, breath like a hiss of steam. “Alright. I’m going for it.”
She didn’t stop me.
“I’ll either take it… or destroy it,” I said. “If I fail, your turn. If we both fail, we try together. That’s Plan C.”
Her voice was tight. “And if that fails too?”
“Plan D.”
She narrowed her eyes. “And what’s Plan D?”
I shrugged my molten shoulders. “Dunno. We’ll figure it out later.”
She muttered something under her breath. I think it was either a prayer or a very polite curse.
This time, I didn’t walk.
I didn’t risk another rejection step-by-step like some clueless mortal.
[Skill Activated: Teleportation]
I blinked forward in an instant, appearing directly in front of the crystal—my wings flaring, my claws already crackling with demonic energy. I didn’t waste time.
One of my tentacles snapped forward, its form twisting mid-air. It opened—not as a blade, but as a mouth.
“Gluttony!”
Rows of black, serrated teeth unfolded with a wet squelch, the mouth clamping down on the crystal like a predator snapping at prey. I didn’t smile. Didn’t gloat. No wisecracks this time.
Because I knew—it wasn’t going to be that easy.
The moment the mouth closed around the crystal, it happened.
The pulse.
But this wasn’t like before. No gentle push. No explosive rejection.
This was a fight.
The crystal flared blindingly, holy and unholy energy surging at once. My tentacle mouth screamed—not physically, but in my head. Like it was being overloaded, force-fed light it didn’t want to eat.
