Thirty-two points of wrath.

Twenty-seven points of pride.

Sixty-four points of lust.

Sixty-four points of gluttony.

Fifty points of sloth.

Thirty-two points of greed.

Fifty-one points of envy.

Come forth.

Gathered from the sins I've accumulated since my transmigration, I offer these as sacrifice for my first summon.

This is the ancient call of the Demon King.

Calling upon you, the Evil God—

In the pitch-black room, a black-haired, handsome youth with violet, eerie eyes gazed expectantly at the twisted magic circle on the floor.

He, Lyn, was a transmigrator.

Before transmigration, he was chronically unlucky. The process itself was worse.

After being robbed of five hundred yuan, he spent five days tracking the thief. But when intercepting him on the road to reclaim his belongings... he accidentally chased onto the street and got hit by a dump truck.

As he flew into the air, life flashing before his eyes, Lyn learned one lesson.

Movies lie. Never recklessly cross the road during a chase like the protagonist.

He vowed that if reborn, he'd never cross carelessly, giving a dump truck the chance to kill him.

Fate, seemingly hearing his plea, granted redemption—

He transmigrated to another world. No dump trucks. No fear of death from careless crossings.

But bad news followed.

This world brimmed with danger. Reborn as Lyn into the Belmond Family—a place like hell itself.

Fortunately, after today, everything would reverse.

His long-awaited cheat ability, arriving over half a year late, would finally activate.

—His Demon King System.

Using the Seven Deadly Sins to gather the Demon King's authority. This power could exchange for precious system items or materialize as usable strength.

Lyn spent months researching. He finally grasped the collection methods.

Looking down on others gathered pride.

Reading NTR novels raised blood pressure, gathering wrath.

Using erotic books gathered lust.

Comparing his life to overpowered protagonists gathered envy.

Wandering auctions gathered greed.

Gorging himself gathered gluttony.

Slacking off in cultivation gathered sloth.

Unconsciously, Lyn had gathered the "materials" listed earlier.

With the Evil God Sacrifice Magic Circle he'd painstakingly obtained, Lyn was confident. He'd summon an ancient, chaotic being. Then, using his drawn item, he'd force a contract—guaranteed success.

His journey as an overpowered protagonist...

Would begin here.

Lyn couldn't wait to see his summoned tentacle monster wreak havoc.

Especially thinking of a certain genius girl in his family, even more arrogant than him. He imagined binding her tightly with tentacles. Stripping off her high boots that trampled his dignity... tickling her mercilessly with a feather one day.

Whoosh.

Just as he thought this, a sharp whistling sound tore through the air.

Lyn had no time to dodge. A pitch-black spear pierced his abdomen, pinning him to the wall.

His back slammed against the stone. His head buzzed. Excruciating pain erupted from his gut, feeling like his body was shattering.

His nostrils filled with a heart-stopping stench of blood. Fresh blood flowed steadily from the wound.

Damn, this hurts...

Lyn sucked in a sharp breath, veins bulging on his forehead. Wrath +1!

Amidst the pain, Lyn struggled to stay conscious. He lifted his head. A crimson figure slowly emerged.

"Finally found you, dear Young Master Lyn."

A young man in a crimson robe sneered mockingly. His hair was unnatural pale white. His eyes glowed with cold, greedy crimson light.

"Is this the burial ground you chose?"

"So you found me this quickly..."

Yet Lyn felt no surprise. This outcome was part of his calculation.

This dangerous man was Caspar. A follower of the Abyss. Evil, cunning, cruel—his trademarks. Lyn had sensed his identity soon after their meeting.

But Lyn also wanted something from them. So he spun a lie: suppressed in his family, seeking revenge to become superior. He gained Caspar's "trust."

Thanks to Caspar, Lyn had quickly gathered materials for the system's ancient sacrifice circle.

Caspar noticed the magic circle. Darkness and shadows writhed like mud inside. One glance, and his face darkened.

"Wasting so many of my sacrifice materials on such a crude circle... you truly deserve death, Young Master Lyn."

Clearly, Caspar didn't recognize the circle's origin. He thought Lyn couldn't access high-level rituals. To control him, Caspar had given materials but withheld the core ritual.

Never expecting Lyn would steal his supplies, coming here for this sacrifice.

After discovering the theft, Caspar's anger became uncontrollable. Almost mad.

"I planned to use you longer for Belmond intelligence. Pity you chose death, refusing extra days of life."

"Stealing so many treasures, you'll repay with your body."

Caspar spoke coldly.

Black crystals appeared around him, projecting ancient runes.

The runes coalesced. Faint crimson mist rose from the ground.

Its source? Lyn's flowing blood, transformed by some power into vital mist.

Caspar inhaled deeply, a blissful expression spreading across his face.

Then, a faint sneer curled his lips. "Not bad. Even a waste like you from the Belmond bloodline has top-tier life force."

"But now, your nobility will be mine."

"Don't fear. Death may terrify you, but the end is peaceful."

"Most importantly, your death isn't meaningless. Trading your lowly life for my rise... your existence will live on as I rule this world."

"As payment, after consuming you, I'll prove what you wanted. Your untouchable proud sister—I'll crush her dignity and... take good care of her."

Caspar's face grew more arrogant, his eyes burning with desire.

Lyn glared. Though he'd guessed Caspar's intentions, those malicious words sparked immense anger.

Blood pressure rose. Wrath +1.

Lyn's blood flowed more eagerly from his wound.

But the black spear pinned him. Its magic paralyzed him. He couldn't move. Couldn't even curse "I'll take care of you?"

Damn it.

Wrath +1 again.

Caspar stood before Lyn.

He grabbed the spear, twisted it viciously, then yanked it out.

Blood splattered. Caspar greedily inhaled it. Lyn's body slid down the wall, limp.

But throughout, despite the pain and despair, Lyn kept his head up. His violet eyes coldly stared at Caspar.

Pride +1.

"What a hateful gaze. Even at death's door, still looking down on me."

Caspar's eyes twisted with jealousy, then turned mocking.

"But now, besides glaring, what can you do?"

Lyn moved his lips, as if to speak.

Caspar sneered, grabbing Lyn's hair, pulling his face close.

"Speak your last words, Young Master Lyn. I grant you this final chance."

"I really want to howl!" Lyn gasped, spitting blood on Caspar's face. "Ever heard 'villains die from talking too much'?"

"Though even if you shut up, I won't die that quickly."

Lyn laughed like a villain, almost choking on his blood. Pride +1.

The Belmond Family's inherited vampire bloodline had near-immortality. Plus... after transmigrating, Lyn had invested heavily in survival skills.

A mere serious injury was within his tolerance.

"You're asking for death!"

Enraged, Caspar pressed Lyn's head to smash against the wall.

But Lyn suddenly kicked Caspar's abdomen. He rolled away, creating distance.

Caspar stumbled back, unharmed but humiliated. Black crystals formed spikes around him, ready to impale Lyn.

Lyn struggled up, his voice cold. "Too late to act. You've lost your chance."

In Lyn's vision, crimson system text burned.

"Sacrifice complete. Forced contract established. Proceed with summon?"

"Summon!!"

Lyn roared in anger. Wrath +1.

ROAR!!!

Next moment, a dragon's roar erupted from the dark magic circle, shaking the entire underground base!!