Seven Sins System Chapter 270. He Fell

His words resonated within me, the puzzle pieces of my past falling into place. The ancient demon's whispers about its origin and the light realm had lingered in the depths of my memory, waiting to be explored.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist delving deeper into the subject. "Dad," I began, my voice filled with genuine intrigue, "do you have any knowledge about the origin of the ancient demon?”

He shook his head, his expression clouded with a mix of perplexity and frustration. "That demon... he's older than me, older than anyone I know," my father explained, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "No one truly knows where he came from or how he came to be. All I know is that he had long been slumbering deep within the core of this realm, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world."

His words left me with more questions than answers, and I couldn't help but press further. "So, he just suddenly woke up out of nowhere?" I asked, my tone tinged with disbelief. The notion of an ancient and powerful entity simply rousing from its eternal slumber seemed almost too fantastical to comprehend.

My father hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before offering a clarification. "I wouldn't say he was awakened," he clarified, his voice taking on a more cautious tone. "It's more like... fall."

"Huh?" I couldn't help but blurt out a dumbfounded sound as my mind struggled to process the bewildering information.

My father nodded, a hint of frustration coloring his expression as he recounted the events. "Yes, he literally fell from the sky, as if he descended upon the mortal realm from the heavens above," he explained, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and anger. The memory of the incident clearly stirred negative emotions within him. "But it didn't end there," he continued, his tone laced with growing displeasure. "The angels intercepted his fall and promptly accused us of being responsible for his emergence. They cast blame upon us, claiming that we had unleashed this malevolent force upon the world."

A surge of indignation coursed through me, my fists involuntary clenching at the unjust accusations thrown upon our realm. It was infuriating to be unjustly targeted and held accountable for a calamity that was not of our making.

"So, let me get this straight," I said, seeking clarification amidst the swirling chaos of revelations. "The ancient demon didn't rise up from the ground, but instead, he fell from the sky?" I wanted to confirm the astounding details, needing to solidify my understanding of the situation.

My father affirmed my understanding with a solemn nod. "That's correct," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of truth. "He descended upon the mortal realm, his arrival marked by an unforeseen plummet from above."

His words lingered in the air, leaving an uneasy silence between us as the enormity of the situation sank in. We were but pawns in a larger game caught between the machinations of powerful celestial beings and the awakening of an ancient force beyond our comprehension.

"I've conducted my own investigation," my father spoke again, his voice tinged with a sense of determination. "I've been searching for the exact location where the ancient demon resurrected, hoping to uncover any remnants or clues that might shed light on his origins and intentions."

"Did you find it?" I blurted out eagerly, my impatience getting the better of me even before my father could finish his sentence. The prospect of uncovering the location where the ancient demon had resurrected held a glimmer of hope, a potential key to unraveling the enigma of his origins.

My father's expression shifted, a mix of disappointment and frustration clouding his features. "No," he replied, his voice tinged with irritation. "I didn't find any discernible signs or clues. It was exasperating, to say the least," he added, his words laced with a hint of anger at the seemingly impenetrable mystery that surrounded the ancient demon.

I let out a sigh, the air escaping my lungs with a mix of resignation and acceptance. "So, it remains a mystery," I concluded, my tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and defeat. The idea that the ancient demon's origins might forever remain shrouded in uncertainty left me with a sense of awe and trepidation.

My father nodded, his expression filled with a somber understanding. "Yes, I can't deny that," he admitted, his voice carrying a weight of resignation.

"Have you ever conducted any research or observations regarding this?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the notion that my father might have delved into the mysteries surrounding the ancient demon.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his response before speaking. "I have," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity. “That hellish training was one of my experiments," he admitted.

"Are you serious?" I blurted out, my shock evident in my tone. The realization that my father had subjected me to such arduous training as part of an experiment rattled my understanding of our relationship.

He nodded, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of pride and remorse. "Yes," he confirmed. "I wanted to explore the depths of the ancient demon's power, to understand its potential and the dangers it posed. The intensity of the training served as a litmus test, a means to gauge how the ancient demon's power would react under duress and life-threatening conditions."

"Right..." I muttered under my breath, a tinge of irritation lacing my words. Deep down, I understood the logical reasoning behind my father's actions. It was a necessary step to gauge the limits of my abilities and ensure the safety of our realm. Still, there was a part of me that couldn't help but feel frustrated by the knowledge that I had been a mere pawn in his experiment.

"So, this strength is solely mine then," I stated, seeking confirmation. A wave of relief washed over me as I considered the implications. If the ancient demon couldn't resurrect through me, then perhaps there was hope that I could control and harness the dormant power within me.

My father's expression turned grave, his head shaking slowly from side to side. "I thought so initially," he replied, his voice filled with uncertainty. "But after witnessing your rampage three hundred years ago, I can no longer be certain."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as his words sank in.

"You mean... when I rampaged in the mortal realm?" I sought clarification, my voice tinged with a mix of concern and apprehension.

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