Seven Sins System Chapter 420. Mission Completed I

Seven Sins System Chapter 420. Mission Completed I

An evil laugh bubbled up from deep within me, a sound that filled the room with a chilling resonance. It was a laugh born of the thrill of power, of control, of inflicting the perfect balance of pain and mercy. My eyes glittered with excitement, the adrenaline of the moment making me feel more alive than I had in days. This was my element, the dark purpose I was born for—a torturer, a devil who thrived on the suffering of those who dared cross me.

I glanced at the goons, now reduced to trembling, crippled shadows of their former selves. Their fear and agony fed something primal within me, a deep-seated hunger that nothing else could satisfy. My tentacles, now retracted and settled, tingled with the residue of dark energy, a reminder of the raw power I wielded.

Puriel stood to the side, her head tilted away, her teeth digging into her lower lip. She looked like she was trying to physically hold back her revulsion, her eyes squeezed shut as if she could block out the reality of what she had allowed to happen. It was almost amusing, the stark contrast between my exhilaration and her discomfort. She didn’t want to see what I was doing, didn’t want to witness the consequences of her inaction. Or maybe, deep down, she didn’t want to feel the weight of the guilt for letting me do this without a fight.

-          BAM!

The goons' bodies fell to the floor in grotesque, unnatural shapes, twisted and broken beyond the limits of human anatomy. They were alive, but barely, looking more like monstrous abominations than men. Their limbs were contorted at impossible angles, their faces frozen in silent screams. They couldn't move, couldn't speak, their eyes wide and filled with a mix of horror and incomprehension. The slime that had bound them slithered back into my tentacles and re-entered my body, leaving their shattered forms scattered and writhing on the cold, dirty floor.

I let out a final, triumphant laugh, savoring the scene before me. My eyes sparkled with a dark, twisted excitement. This was what made me feel alive, the raw power and the thrill of exerting my will over others. I was born for this, to be a torturer, a devil who thrived on the suffering of those who dared to challenge me.

Puriel stood to the side, her face a mask of conflict. She bit her lip, her head tilted away as if she could somehow block out the reality of what had just happened. She didn’t want to see this, didn't want to confront the consequences of her own inaction. Or maybe, she simply couldn't bear the guilt that came with allowing me to do this without stopping me.

My laughter faded, echoing off the grimy walls before being swallowed by the heavy silence of the room. I turned to Puriel, who stood a few feet away, her body rigid and her head turned sharply to the side, refusing to look at the wreckage of humanity I had left behind. Her posture screamed of her internal battle, a clear signal that she wouldn’t extend any mercy to the goons.

“You should take the girls to a safe place,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet. “They'll probably blame those girls for this.” My words hung in the air, a practical reminder amid the chaos.

Puriel didn't respond with words. Instead, she simply turned on her heel and walked back to where the girls lay unconscious. Her movements were stiff, almost mechanical, as if she was on autopilot, doing what needed to be done without fully engaging with the reality around her.

'Guess that's a yes then,' I thought, shrugging off the lingering tension. It was typical of her, avoiding direct confrontation while still doing what she thought was right. Her silence was a tacit agreement, a reluctant acceptance of the situation.

While Puriel was busy with the girls, I decided to take care of the loose ends. I activated my Camouflage skill, my form shifting and changing until I was the spitting image of the great leader himself. With a smirk, I used my teleportation skill to transport myself to the control room where they stored and monitored all the CCTV footage for the building.

I materialized behind the guards, their expressions transforming from boredom to shock as they registered my sudden presence. The room was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of electronic equipment and the glow of countless monitors. I reveled in their surprise for a moment before speaking.

"Hello," I said, my voice dripping with malevolent glee. The evil grin on my face only added to the sinister atmosphere.

They turned, eyes wide, stumbling over themselves in their haste to react. "S-sir!" one of them stammered, clearly terrified. Before they could compose themselves, I raised my hand and swung it downwards with a flourish, activating my Telekinesis skill. An invisible force pressed down on their bodies, driving them to their knees before me in one synchronized motion. Their shock was palpable, a delicious blend of fear and confusion.

"What can we do to help, sir?" one of them managed to ask, his voice trembling.

I sauntered over to one of the chairs and sat down casually, crossing my legs and folding my arms. My eyes scanned the group, settling on the one who seemed to hold the highest position. He looked slightly older, with a semblance of authority in his posture. Perfect.

"You," I said, pointing at him. "Delete today’s CCTV footage. All of them."

The man blinked, his face paling. "Why, sir?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor, and glared at him. "You don't need to know why," I barked. "Just do as I say!"

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The guards exchanged nervous glances before the one in charge nodded frantically. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"

They scrambled to their stations, fingers flying over keyboards, eyes darting between screens. The sound of rapid typing filled the room as they worked to erase the evidence. I watched them with a satisfied smirk, my arms still folded.