Seven Sins System Chapter 396. Dark Purple, Not Red!

Seven Sins System Chapter 396. Dark Purple, Not Red!

"Damn! This place is so cool!" muttered one of the goons, his excitement palpable in the confined space of the underground parking lot.

"As expected of the great leader," chimed in another, a grin stretching across his face as he surveyed the sleek surroundings.

The driver, reveling in his superiority, couldn't resist a taunt. "Is this your first time here?" he jeered, his smug smile evident in his voice. "Pathetic."

"Shut up!" retorted one of the goons, his annoyance clear in his tone.

"Give us some slack and let us be happy for a while!" protested another, his voice tinged with frustration.

"He gave us different assignments," added one of his companions, attempting to justify their lack of familiarity with the impressive setting.

The driver responded with a dismissive snort, his teasing demeanor showing no signs of abating. It was clear that he enjoyed lording his perceived superiority over his companions.

I had to confess the idea of using a large company building as a hiding place was undeniably clever. No one would suspect that such a prominent establishment could be associated with a heretical cult involved in kidnapping. It served as a testament to the wealth and power of those behind the organization. This wasn't just some run-of-the-mill operation run by street thugs; it was backed by significant financial resources, status, and authority.

The sheer scale of the building spoke volumes about the influence wielded by the individuals orchestrating these clandestine activities. It was a stark reminder of the depths to which some would sink in pursuit of their goals, and the lengths they would go to in order to conceal their nefarious deeds.

I expected it to come to a halt in that basement. However, to my surprise, it bypassed the parking area altogether and proceeded deeper into the building. The car came to a stop in a designated area within the building. The driver rolled down the window shield and engaged in a peculiar exchange with a guard stationed nearby. What struck me as odd was the language they used – it wasn't the usual mortal tongue, but rather a strange and cryptic code. Their conversation didn't flow like a typical interaction; instead, it seemed to consist of coded phrases exchanged in a manner that hinted at secrecy and confidentiality.

The guard nodded in response to the driver's coded communication, his expression serious. It was clear that whatever message had been conveyed held significance, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye.

It was frustrating not being able to understand the intricacies of the coded language being used. However, I resolved to learn it if necessary – after all, every advantage counted.

The under-construction area sign swung open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit pathway leading deeper into the building. The sign swung shut behind us, we continued along the route, the van's tires rumbling over the surface.

Unlike the elaborate secret entrances often depicted in spy movies, this entrance was anything but glamorous. There were no hidden switches or high-tech security measures; it was simply a practical solution for accessing the lower levels of the building while construction work was underway.

The van descended further underground, navigating the winding path with ease. The surroundings grew dimmer as we delved deeper into the bowels of the building, the only illumination coming from the headlights of the vehicle.

Eventually, we reached the lower level parking lot, a vast expanse of concrete bordered by rows of pillars. The atmosphere here was noticeably quieter compared to the upper levels, with no parked cars and less activity.

The loading dock area, in particular, appeared deserted, its cavernous space devoid of the usual hustle and bustle associated with such areas. It was an eerie sight, the emptiness amplifying the sense of isolation that permeated the underground parking lot.

The van came to a halt in the dimly lit underground parking lot, but instead of immediately disembarking, we were greeted by a group of individuals dressed in impeccably tailored suits. Their attire exuded an air of sophistication and refinement, a far cry from the rough and unkempt appearance of the thugs who had captured us.

These individuals stood with an air of confidence, their bodies exuding strength and vitality. It was clear from their demeanor that they were not ordinary henchmen, but rather individuals of higher status within the organization.

What caught my attention, however, were the masks they wore. Resembling devilish visages, these masks were adorned with intricate designs and embellishments, each one carefully crafted to evoke the image of a sinister entity.

But what irked me the most was the color of these masks. They were predominantly red, a color often associated with the devil king, my father. As the rightful heir to the throne of the underworld, I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation at the blatant disregard for my emblem color.

‘If you claim as my followers, you should wear dark purple, not red!’ I complained internally. It was the color that symbolized my authority and power. Yet here they were, wearing masks that bore the color of my father's reign.

Internally, I seethed with frustration at their audacity. How dare they claim to be my followers while disregarding such a fundamental aspect of my identity? It was a clear indication of their incompetence and their unworthiness to serve me.

'I wonder what they will do if I expose real identity,' I thought, contemplating the idea. It seemed like a tempting notion, a way to assert my authority and strike fear into the hearts of those who dared to oppose me. But then again, what good would it do? I had tried it before, Gem and the others had disowned me, branding me as a fake. Exposing my true identity would likely fall on deaf ears, rendering it a futile gesture.

One thing remained clear, my ultimate goal was to uncover the mastermind behind this sinister plot. I needed to unravel the mystery of the Dark Crystal and its distribution among their ranks. Only then could I hope to bring an end to their nefarious schemes.

But for now, I had to bide my time and tread carefully. Revealing my true identity prematurely could jeopardize my chances of uncovering the truth. I needed to play the long game, gathering information and piecing together the puzzle until I had enough evidence to confront their leader head-on.