Seven Sins System Chapter 314. Revenge III

Seven Sins System Chapter 314. Revenge III

In an instant, I had left the bathroom and appeared on the roof of a nearby building, just above the subway station. The cool breeze ruffled through my hair, and the city's sprawling expanse stretched out before me, a sea of lights and shadows that seemed to go on forever.

My six tentacles unfurled from my back, casting long, eerie shadows on the rooftop. They transformed into sinuous, shadowy forms, each one a phantom extension of myself. These astral appendages were my tools, my instruments of vengeance. They could search, hunt, and strike with deadly precision, and tonight, they would lead me to those responsible for the girl's torment.

"Greed. Find them for me," I commanded my shadowy extensions. They responded to my will, dispersing into the night like wraiths on a mission, separating from my body. Each one was attuned to the essence of greed, and they would track it to its source, leading me to the wretched souls responsible for the girl's suffering.

My shadowy extensions spread out like ink spilled upon a canvas of darkness. They moved with uncanny speed, their form fluid and ever-shifting, resembling tendrils of inky smoke. In this ethereal state, they became one with the night, seamlessly blending into the shadows.

These spectral creatures were nimble and elusive, capable of slipping through the narrowest gaps, be it in walls or buildings, as effortlessly as a whisper. They were the masters of stealth, their movements akin to a phantom's dance. Nothing could evade their relentless pursuit.

With wings of shadow, they took to the night sky, soaring above the city's maze of streets and alleys. From their aerial vantage point, they surveyed the sprawling metropolis, hunting for the slightest trace of greed. Nothing would escape their vigilance, for they were the embodiment of avarice's relentless hunger, and they would lead me unerringly to my quarry.

One of my shadowy extensions slithered through the labyrinthine streets of the city until it reached its destination - a VIP room nestled within an illicit erotic club. Behind closed doors, this secret sanctuary harbored the darkest of indulgences.

Within, the scene unfolded like a twisted tableau. Five men and one woman reveled in an unsettling display of debauchery. The room echoed with the cacophony of off-key karaoke, punctuated by the discordant laughter of sadistic pleasure.

Two of the men had seized two unfortunate women, likely sex workers employed by the establishment. They were subjected to cruel, degrading treatment at the hands of their captors. It was a nightmarish tableau of violence and abuse.

Meanwhile, the lone woman in the room vented her fury upon a man who appeared to be a hapless gigolo or perhaps a waiter, caught in the whirlwind of chaos. Each blow struck was a symphony of vengeance, born from a storm of resentment.

The CCTV cameras in the room lay dormant, shrouding the horrors within in a cloak of darkness. They knew better than to leave behind evidence of their malevolence.

As my tentacle slithered into the room, I recognized these wretched souls instantly. They were the very ones I had been seeking, and this night's macabre revelry would be their reckoning.

An evil grin stretched across my lips as I surveyed the scene from the shadows. "Got it," I muttered under my breath. The surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins was intoxicating. It had been far too long since I had the opportunity to revel in the torment of mortals.

For what felt like an eternity, I had masqueraded as a benevolent doctor, dedicating my powers to healing the frail and vulnerable. The charade ran counter to my devilish instincts, causing a relentless craving for the kind of exquisite suffering only mortals could provide.

Now, standing on the precipice of retribution, I eagerly embraced my true nature once more.

With a thought, I activated my teleportation skill once more, and in the blink of an eye, I materialized inside that dimly lit VIP room. My six tentacles, previously in the form of shadowy extensions, coiled back into my body as I arrived. The cacophony of groans and pained cries, intermingled with the shrill sounds of agony, assaulted my senses. It was the kind of agonizing symphony that could even rouse a slumbering mummy from its tomb.

The sudden intrusion of my presence caused the men and women in the room to turn their heads toward me, their faces contorted in surprise and fear. As I observed the status indicators floating above their heads, a grim realization dawned on me – these weren't run-of-the-mill mortals. These were fighters, battle-hardened individuals with a past that reeked of combat and criminality. It appeared they were either former academy students, expelled in disgrace, or graduates who had taken a dark and dishonorable path.

"Good evening, guys. Can I join the party? You guys seem happy," I greeted them with the nonchalance of a seasoned party crasher. I had locked the door with my invisible powers, ensuring that they would enjoy this party until the very end.

“Who are you?” The leader, who happened to be the girl's ex-boyfriend, was the first to react. He hadn't even registered the fact that I didn't originate from this realm due to the lightning-quick retraction of my tentacles to my back.

“I'm Liney's friend,” I replied in a casual tone as I closed the gap between us. The pincers in my hand twirled casually, catching the dim club lights with an eerie gleam.

Ben, the ex-boyfriend, rose from his seat and sauntered towards me, oozing arrogance with every step. “Oh, you're her friend. Tell me, is she dead yet?” he asked with a smirk, his words laced with cruel anticipation.

A sly smile tugged at my lips. “I can't answer that,” I responded with an air of mystery. My hand halted its twirling motion and flung the pincers back at him. “I just wanted to return this to you,” I remarked casually, but Ben didn’t want to catch them, letting the sharp implement fall unceremoniously to the floor.