Chapter 356. An Exception

Seven Sins System Chapter 356. An Exception

“I can’t,” she said, her voice steady, but there was a sadness there I couldn’t ignore. It was like she was stuck, caught between a choice she didn’t entirely own.

My curiosity flared. 'Hmm… Is this tied to her condition? ' The thought churned in my mind, and I couldn’t help but think back to her past rants about her uncontrollable powers. It clicked—this had to be about that.

'Do you also have something inside you? ' The question teased my lips, but I held it back. Revealing my suspicions about the legendary demon trapped within me wasn’t exactly on the agenda. It was tempting to ask, but I decided to keep my cards close.

Instead, I reminded myself 'Not my problem. If she wants to be naive, let her.' A sly grin tugged at my lips. Her naivety wasn’t a weakness—it was leverage. But still, it made trusting her judgment a gamble.

“Alright, I won’t push you. Just eat your breakfast,” I said, shifting to a calmer tone. She didn’t say a word, just grabbed her sandwich and left the room. It was weird seeing her so obedient, especially for a goddess who usually carried herself like royalty. But I couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts about her struggle—what could make a goddess lose control of her divine abilities?

Once the door closed behind her, I stared at the spot she’d just exited, my mind spinning. 'What could drive her powers to spiral like that? Is she hiding it from her mother? ' The idea made me chuckle—ironic and hilarious at the same time.

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Puriel's PoV

Puriel walked briskly toward the cafeteria, her steps sharp and focused, but her mind was a mess. 'I can’t let him know,' she thought, gripping onto her composure like it was her last lifeline. The chaos of her powers—and her inability to control them—was a secret she couldn’t afford to let slip.

Her thoughts spiraled, replaying every moment where Azrael, disguised as Dr. Allen, had fooled her. It stung. Her powers now felt like a cosmic prank gone wrong.

Her ability to read mortals’ hearts used to be flawless. She could tune in on their emotions, intentions—good or bad. It was a power of divine.

But lately? It had been doing its own thing, stretching its reach up to five hundred kilometers and bombarding her with the emotions of random mortals. It was like opening a floodgate of human chaos—love, anger, despair, joy—all rushing at her at once.

It wasn’t just overwhelming; it was torture. A power that should have been her strongest weapon had turned into a cosmic version of emotional overdrive. She felt like an empath on steroids, drowning in the feelings and intentions of countless souls.

And then there were the glitches—moments when her radar just went blank. No readings, no heartbeats, nothing. It was like her powers had clocked out, leaving her fumbling in the dark.

The biggest curveball? Dr. Allen. Her powers didn’t work on him. At first, she thought it meant he was special—one of those mortals who stood out in the crowd, meant for something greater. She’d even started piecing together theories about him, thinking he might be some divine exception.

But no. The reality was far more humiliating. Her powers weren’t being selective; they were being fooled. Dr. Allen wasn’t a special mortal. He was Azrael, her nemesis, in a clever disguise.

So, there she was, thinking she had stumbled upon an exception to the celestial rules, only to find out it was her arch-enemy playing mortal dress-up.