Chapter 239
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Seven Sins System Chapter 239. Something In My Body Evie's nervous smile lingered on her lips as she contemplated her words, her eyes darting from one person to another. Her admission about her hypothetical actions, while somewhat unsettling, held a strange truth to it. I couldn't deny the peculiar allure of possessing such powers, even if it meant crossing boundaries of personal privacy. "I mean, if I had the power like her, I would probably do the same thing as her, or maybe worse," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and self-consciousness. She quickly cringed, realizing the implications of her statement, and averted her gaze to the side. "Uh, like, watching you sleep, for example," she added, her voice trailing off uncertainty. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Seriously? That's what you would do?" I asked incredulously, shaking my head in disbelief. The thought of someone silently observing me while I slept sent shivers down my spine. Evie's cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted with her fingers. "Well... I mean, it's not like I actually want to do it. It's just, you know, a hypothetical situation," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Shaking my head in amusement, I redirected the conversation back to its initial focus. "Anyway, let's get back to Puriel," I interjected, trying to steer the conversation away from my sleeping habits. "As much as I appreciate your insights and theories, I highly doubt Puriel has that kind of feelings for me." Doubts, however, crept into my mind, fueled by the uncertainty surrounding Puriel's recent behavior. Had I been too quick to dismiss the possibility? My heart quickened its pace, and an unsettling chill crawled up my spine. Was there a hidden motive behind her actions that I had failed to recognize? Sensing my internal struggle, my dad spoke up, his voice carrying a note of understanding. "I can see your doubts, Azrael," he said, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of reassurance and concern. "Whatever the case, I need to regain my strength. Puriel and I stay in the same academy, and she has grown attached to me. I played the role of her friend, trying to gather information about the light realm. But sooner or later, she'll discover who I truly am," I explained, my voice laced with a hint of frustration. As I reflected on our interactions, another worry gnawed at the back of my mind. Puriel's mention of her unstable strength during our initial encounter lingered like an unsolved puzzle. I couldn't decipher its meaning, but I knew that having my powers intact was crucial to prevent any unforeseen consequences. My father, sensing my unease, took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Azrael. I've prepared everything," he assured me, though a hint of objection was present in his tone. I arched an eyebrow. There was a question burning within me, and I couldn't let it go unanswered. "Dad," I began, my tone a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "Why did you send me to the mortal realm instead of taking the faster route? Why didn't you send me for the trial first before assigning me this mission?" I demanded an explanation, my eyes locked onto his. My father's exhale was heavy, carrying with it a tinge of regret. "If it weren't for Puriel, I wouldn't have sent you on this trial," he confessed, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. I raised an eyebrow, contemplating his response. It was a rare moment of honesty from my father, and I needed to understand his reasoning. "Is it because of the danger? Are you afraid that I won't be able to open my eyes anymore? Isn't that a bit late?" I fired off a series of questions, my frustration seeping into my voice. The memories of the grueling training I had endured five hundred years ago resurfaced, reminding me of my father's penchant for throwing me into perilous situations. He was the kind of dad who would toss his son off a cliff just to teach him how to climb. The room fell silent as my questions hung in the air, the shock etched on the faces of all the girls present, including Lily. Their gazes shifted to Dad, seeking an explanation for my cryptic statement. "What is he talking about?" Lily stammered, her voice filled with concern and confusion, her eyes searching for answers. "What does he mean by never opening his eyes again?" Dad chose to ignore Lily's inquiry, his focus fixed solely on me. His eyes bore into mine with a mix of seriousness and bitterness. "That trial has the potential to awaken something within you. Something you never knew existed," he explained, his words laced with a weighty significance. "Do you mean my wrath? My insanity?" I ventured a guess, trying to make sense of my father's cryptic words. "No, Azrael, it's something far more terrifying than that. Something that has the potential to wreak havoc on a grand scale," he replied, his tone laced with genuine concern. Confusion clouded my expression as I tried to grasp the gravity of his words. "What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant as if grappling with the right words to convey his message. "I can't fully explain it. It's something you must discover for yourself when you face it," he finally responded, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and intrigue. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. "So, you want me to face an unknown enemy?" I scoffed, a tinge of frustration evident in my voice. "The enemy you face in the trial is none other than yourself," he explained, his tone serious. "You must possess mental fortitude and maturity to confront it head-on." I rolled my eyes, a mix of annoyance and exasperation washing over me. "Dad, I'm over five hundred years old, remember?" I reminded him, my patience wearing thin. "This has nothing to do with your age, Azrael," my father clarified, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. "It's about your ability to become the master of your emotions and your body, to wield control over your very being." I furrowed my brows, puzzled by his enigmatic statement. "What do you mean?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. A surge of apprehension washed over me as I considered the possibilities. "Is there something else within my body?" I ventured another guess, my mind racing to connect the dots. And then, like a lightning bolt of realization, it hit me. "Is this connected to that 'Ancient One' entity?" I blurted out, unable to contain my thoughts.
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Seven Sins System Chapter 239. Something In My Body Evie's nervous smile lingered on her lips as she contemplated her words, her eyes darting from one person to another. Her admission about her hypothetical actions, while somewhat unsettling, held a strange truth to it. I couldn't deny the peculiar allure of possessing such powers, even if it meant crossing boundaries of personal privacy. "I mean, if I had the power like her, I would probably do the same thing as her, or maybe worse," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and self-consciousness. She quickly cringed, realizing the implications of her statement, and averted her gaze to the side. "Uh, like, watching you sleep, for example," she added, her voice trailing off uncertainty. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Seriously? That's what you would do?" I asked incredulously, shaking my head in disbelief. The thought of someone silently observing me while I slept sent shivers down my spine. Evie's cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted with her fingers. "Well... I mean, it's not like I actually want to do it. It's just, you know, a hypothetical situation," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Shaking my head in amusement, I redirected the conversation back to its initial focus. "Anyway, let's get back to Puriel," I interjected, trying to steer the conversation away from my sleeping habits. "As much as I appreciate your insights and theories, I highly doubt Puriel has that kind of feelings for me." Doubts, however, crept into my mind, fueled by the uncertainty surrounding Puriel's recent behavior. Had I been too quick to dismiss the possibility? My heart quickened its pace, and an unsettling chill crawled up my spine. Was there a hidden motive behind her actions that I had failed to recognize? Sensing my internal struggle, my dad spoke up, his voice carrying a note of understanding. "I can see your doubts, Azrael," he said, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of reassurance and concern. "Whatever the case, I need to regain my strength. Puriel and I stay in the same academy, and she has grown attached to me. I played the role of her friend, trying to gather information about the light realm. But sooner or later, she'll discover who I truly am," I explained, my voice laced with a hint of frustration. As I reflected on our interactions, another worry gnawed at the back of my mind. Puriel's mention of her unstable strength during our initial encounter lingered like an unsolved puzzle. I couldn't decipher its meaning, but I knew that having my powers intact was crucial to prevent any unforeseen consequences. My father, sensing my unease, took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Azrael. I've prepared everything," he assured me, though a hint of objection was present in his tone. I arched an eyebrow. There was a question burning within me, and I couldn't let it go unanswered. "Dad," I began, my tone a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "Why did you send me to the mortal realm instead of taking the faster route? Why didn't you send me for the trial first before assigning me this mission?" I demanded an explanation, my eyes locked onto his. My father's exhale was heavy, carrying with it a tinge of regret. "If it weren't for Puriel, I wouldn't have sent you on this trial," he confessed, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. I raised an eyebrow, contemplating his response. It was a rare moment of honesty from my father, and I needed to understand his reasoning. "Is it because of the danger? Are you afraid that I won't be able to open my eyes anymore? Isn't that a bit late?" I fired off a series of questions, my frustration seeping into my voice. The memories of the grueling training I had endured five hundred years ago resurfaced, reminding me of my father's penchant for throwing me into perilous situations. He was the kind of dad who would toss his son off a cliff just to teach him how to climb. The room fell silent as my questions hung in the air, the shock etched on the faces of all the girls present, including Lily. Their gazes shifted to Dad, seeking an explanation for my cryptic statement. "What is he talking about?" Lily stammered, her voice filled with concern and confusion, her eyes searching for answers. "What does he mean by never opening his eyes again?" Dad chose to ignore Lily's inquiry, his focus fixed solely on me. His eyes bore into mine with a mix of seriousness and bitterness. "That trial has the potential to awaken something within you. Something you never knew existed," he explained, his words laced with a weighty significance. "Do you mean my wrath? My insanity?" I ventured a guess, trying to make sense of my father's cryptic words. "No, Azrael, it's something far more terrifying than that. Something that has the potential to wreak havoc on a grand scale," he replied, his tone laced with genuine concern. Confusion clouded my expression as I tried to grasp the gravity of his words. "What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant as if grappling with the right words to convey his message. "I can't fully explain it. It's something you must discover for yourself when you face it," he finally responded, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and intrigue. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. "So, you want me to face an unknown enemy?" I scoffed, a tinge of frustration evident in my voice. "The enemy you face in the trial is none other than yourself," he explained, his tone serious. "You must possess mental fortitude and maturity to confront it head-on." I rolled my eyes, a mix of annoyance and exasperation washing over me. "Dad, I'm over five hundred years old, remember?" I reminded him, my patience wearing thin. "This has nothing to do with your age, Azrael," my father clarified, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. "It's about your ability to become the master of your emotions and your body, to wield control over your very being." I furrowed my brows, puzzled by his enigmatic statement. "What do you mean?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. A surge of apprehension washed over me as I considered the possibilities. "Is there something else within my body?" I ventured another guess, my mind racing to connect the dots. And then, like a lightning bolt of realization, it hit me. "Is this connected to that 'Ancient One' entity?" I blurted out, unable to contain my thoughts.
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Seven Sins System Chapter 239. Something In My Body Evie's nervous smile lingered on her lips as she contemplated her words, her eyes darting from one person to another. Her admission about her hypothetical actions, while somewhat unsettling, held a strange truth to it. I couldn't deny the peculiar allure of possessing such powers, even if it meant crossing boundaries of personal privacy. "I mean, if I had the power like her, I would probably do the same thing as her, or maybe worse," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and self-consciousness. She quickly cringed, realizing the implications of her statement, and averted her gaze to the side. "Uh, like, watching you sleep, for example," she added, her voice trailing off uncertainty. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Seriously? That's what you would do?" I asked incredulously, shaking my head in disbelief. The thought of someone silently observing me while I slept sent shivers down my spine. Evie's cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted with her fingers. "Well... I mean, it's not like I actually want to do it. It's just, you know, a hypothetical situation," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Shaking my head in amusement, I redirected the conversation back to its initial focus. "Anyway, let's get back to Puriel," I interjected, trying to steer the conversation away from my sleeping habits. "As much as I appreciate your insights and theories, I highly doubt Puriel has that kind of feelings for me." Doubts, however, crept into my mind, fueled by the uncertainty surrounding Puriel's recent behavior. Had I been too quick to dismiss the possibility? My heart quickened its pace, and an unsettling chill crawled up my spine. Was there a hidden motive behind her actions that I had failed to recognize? Sensing my internal struggle, my dad spoke up, his voice carrying a note of understanding. "I can see your doubts, Azrael," he said, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of reassurance and concern. "Whatever the case, I need to regain my strength. Puriel and I stay in the same academy, and she has grown attached to me. I played the role of her friend, trying to gather information about the light realm. But sooner or later, she'll discover who I truly am," I explained, my voice laced with a hint of frustration. As I reflected on our interactions, another worry gnawed at the back of my mind. Puriel's mention of her unstable strength during our initial encounter lingered like an unsolved puzzle. I couldn't decipher its meaning, but I knew that having my powers intact was crucial to prevent any unforeseen consequences. My father, sensing my unease, took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Azrael. I've prepared everything," he assured me, though a hint of objection was present in his tone. I arched an eyebrow. There was a question burning within me, and I couldn't let it go unanswered. "Dad," I began, my tone a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "Why did you send me to the mortal realm instead of taking the faster route? Why didn't you send me for the trial first before assigning me this mission?" I demanded an explanation, my eyes locked onto his. My father's exhale was heavy, carrying with it a tinge of regret. "If it weren't for Puriel, I wouldn't have sent you on this trial," he confessed, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. I raised an eyebrow, contemplating his response. It was a rare moment of honesty from my father, and I needed to understand his reasoning. "Is it because of the danger? Are you afraid that I won't be able to open my eyes anymore? Isn't that a bit late?" I fired off a series of questions, my frustration seeping into my voice. The memories of the grueling training I had endured five hundred years ago resurfaced, reminding me of my father's penchant for throwing me into perilous situations. He was the kind of dad who would toss his son off a cliff just to teach him how to climb. The room fell silent as my questions hung in the air, the shock etched on the faces of all the girls present, including Lily. Their gazes shifted to Dad, seeking an explanation for my cryptic statement. "What is he talking about?" Lily stammered, her voice filled with concern and confusion, her eyes searching for answers. "What does he mean by never opening his eyes again?" Dad chose to ignore Lily's inquiry, his focus fixed solely on me. His eyes bore into mine with a mix of seriousness and bitterness. "That trial has the potential to awaken something within you. Something you never knew existed," he explained, his words laced with a weighty significance. "Do you mean my wrath? My insanity?" I ventured a guess, trying to make sense of my father's cryptic words. "No, Azrael, it's something far more terrifying than that. Something that has the potential to wreak havoc on a grand scale," he replied, his tone laced with genuine concern. Confusion clouded my expression as I tried to grasp the gravity of his words. "What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant as if grappling with the right words to convey his message. "I can't fully explain it. It's something you must discover for yourself when you face it," he finally responded, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and intrigue. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. "So, you want me to face an unknown enemy?" I scoffed, a tinge of frustration evident in my voice. "The enemy you face in the trial is none other than yourself," he explained, his tone serious. "You must possess mental fortitude and maturity to confront it head-on." I rolled my eyes, a mix of annoyance and exasperation washing over me. "Dad, I'm over five hundred years old, remember?" I reminded him, my patience wearing thin. "This has nothing to do with your age, Azrael," my father clarified, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. "It's about your ability to become the master of your emotions and your body, to wield control over your very being." I furrowed my brows, puzzled by his enigmatic statement. "What do you mean?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. A surge of apprehension washed over me as I considered the possibilities. "Is there something else within my body?" I ventured another guess, my mind racing to connect the dots. And then, like a lightning bolt of realization, it hit me. "Is this connected to that 'Ancient One' entity?" I blurted out, unable to contain my thoughts. 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