Seven Sins System Chapter 407. The Cult And The Lord of Sins III

Seven Sins System Chapter 407. The Cult And The Lord of Sins III

The cult saw an opportunity in the chaos unleashed by the twisted summoning formation to gather power from the demons it inadvertently summoned. These demons were ripe for exploitation, their essence extracted and condensed into dark crystals.

As for why my summoning formation became the focus of their experimentation, it traced back to the anomaly caused by the ancient legendary demon within me. This ancient entity once showed up in the mortal realm, and possessed power surpassing even that of the devils. However, despite its immense strength, it lacked its own summoning formation.

The reason for this gap lay in the circumstances of its demise. Consumed by me, its core integrated into my being, the ancient demon summoning formation effectively merged with mine. As a result, any attempt to summon the ancient demon must be triggered by altering my summoning formation.

This unexpected fusion of summoning formations proved to be a boon for the cult, offering them a means to access demonic power on a scale previously unimaginable. With my summoning formation acting as a conduit, they could tap into the energies of the demon realm and channel it towards their nefarious goals.

The cult's ambition was to control not just demons, but me as well. By exploiting the anomaly within my being, they sought to subjugate both the legendary demon and its unwitting host, bending their combined power to their will.

Their misconception regarding the ancient one, mistaking it for the lord of wrath, added a layer of irony to their misguided ambitions. Their attempts to manipulate my summoning formation, seeking to summon the legendary ancient demon, revealed their true intentions—to harness my power for their own gain. However, their desire to invoke the unintelligent version of me, rather than the intelligent one, spoke volumes about their objectives. They sought dominion over my power, indifferent to the complexities of my consciousness.

The audacity of the cult's actions never ceased to amaze me. Their ability to tap into demonic power without traversing the hell gates was indeed a feat worthy of acknowledgment. In a world unbound by the constraints of agreements with the light realm, I might have turned a blind eye to their endeavors, perhaps even supported them in their quest for power. Yet, their masquerade as me, the lord of wrath, posed a challenge to my neutrality, a line I could not afford to cross.

Also, the constraints of the agreement with the light realm bound me to a stance of neutrality. To uphold the delicate balance between light and dark, I had to resist the urge to interfere directly.

“The ancient one? What's that?" Puriel asked curiously. Puriel's curiosity always managed to sneak up on me. Her frown, coupled with the furrow of her brow, betrayed her desire for answers.

"It's just shadow realm stuff. Nothing for you to worry about," I replied curtly, hoping to deter her from probing further.

"So, this is indeed connected to the shadow realm," she remarked, her gaze piercing through my facade. There was an accusatory edge to her tone, as if she sensed my reluctance to divulge the truth.

I met her gaze with a calculated indifference, masking the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "They summoned demons, didn't they? It's only logical that it's connected to my realm," I retorted, injecting a hint of mockery into my tone. I couldn't help but wonder if she harbored suspicions about my involvement in the cult's activities.

"And I'm sure your angels have their own ways of traversing realms," I added, shifting the focus away from myself and onto her realm.

This made me remember what the ancient demon told me when I was in the trial. He spilled some beans about the angels giving him the boot. No golden ticket for him through heaven's gates. And it got me thinking… if angels could sneak into the mortal realm without a celestial passport, there was gotta be a divine being pulling the strings.

I side-eyed Puriel, trying to piece together the puzzle. ‘Could she be the one?’ I thought. It was a shot in the dark, a wild guess fueled by paranoia. But, stranger things have happened in this crazy realm.

Then, a nagging voice in my head piped up.

'Wait a second... this isn't right. This timeline ain't adding up. Something's fishy,' I thought.

My pupils moved side to side. A appeared on my forehead, trying to clear the cobwebs of confusion. This whole mess was giving me a migraine.

I needed answers, and I needed them fast!

Whether it was Puriel or some other divine dame pulling the strings, I had to get to the bottom of this celestial charade before it spiraled out of control.

"Hey, you okay?" Puriel's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present moment. Her concern was palpable, her gaze searching mine for signs of distress.

I waved off her concern with a casual shrug, masking the turmoil churning beneath the surface. "Yeah, just processing some things," I replied nonchalantly, hoping to deflect any further inquiries.

But my mind continued to race, grappling with the implications of my newfound insights. The connection between the angels, the shadow realm, and the mysterious goddess loomed large, casting a shadow of uncertainty over our already precarious situation.

Puriel raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and irritation. "So, what's on your mind?" she prodded, her voice tinged with impatience.

I hesitated, torn between telling her everything and keeping her in the dark. But then, a stubborn streak took over, and I clamped my lips shut. "None of your business," I shot back, my tone sharper than intended.

Puriel's frown deepened, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "You said we're partners in crime, but you don't act like one," she retorted, her voice laced with displeasure.

She had a point. But old habits die hard, and I couldn't shake the feeling of paranoia gnawing at my insides. After all, we were two different beings, light and dark.