Kazushi

Kairon doesn’t want to rule the world—he just wants a quiet nap.

But when he accidentally activates a mysterious Upgrade System and touches a volatile warrior named Brix, his life turns upside down. Now, every time Kairon touches someone, they gain power… terrifying power. One by one, seven chaotic students gather around him, each embodying one of the Seven Deadly Sins—Wrath, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Greed, and Sloth.

They form factions. Wage wars in his name. Create cults behind his back. All while Kairon naps through revolutions, mutters life-changing advice in his sleep, and becomes a mythic figure feared across the world.

The twist? He has no idea.

As Kairon sleepwalks into legendary status, two holy warriors from the Seven Virtuous Blades begin hunting his students. But with each deadly encounter, one truth becomes clear:

You don’t wake the Master.You survive his disciples.

The Sleeping Master

The boy was crouched in a nest of discarded food—half-mummified crusts, sealed ration packs swollen with rot, old wrappers folded like prayers. He didn't eat. He didn't move.

"Not yours. Not yours. If I forget the taste, I'll disappear…"

They had orders: extract the candidate or remove him before the sleeper got to him.

There were four of them. Veterans.

Two flanking from the side tunnels. One in the shadows above, crossbow already trained on the boy's chest. One in front—slowly advancing, blade drawn, bootsteps deliberate.

"He's compromised. Dismember and recover the fragment."

Brix didn't leap—he erupted from the wall behind the flankers. A roar of heat burst down the tunnel, vaporizing mold, steam hissing from centuries-old condensation.

Brix caught him mid-step, bare hand against his face.

[Skill Activated: Ember Grasp – Tier D]

[Target: Critical Burn – Nerve Collapse: Immediate]

The second flanker spun, dagger slicing the air—met by Lio, who didn't parry. He stepped into the blade, twisted, and carved up the attacker's thigh with surgical cruelty.

Then Lio flicked the blade sideways—no wasted movement—and opened the man's throat.

[Precision Cut – Aura-Threaded. Efficiency Rating: 91%. Blood Spray Controlled.]

Above, the sniper loosed the bolt.

Because Mav had already arrived, arm around the archer's throat like a lover's embrace.

"I always wanted to ruin a man's aim."

The sniper's body fell to the walkway with a thud.

The final Sigil soldier lunged for the boy, blade flashing low.

The wrappers, rations, and rot around him lifted. A pulse of green-black aura rippled outward, warping gravity, twisting the stone in a five-meter radius. The food moved—orbiting the boy like broken moons, flickering and dissolving.

[GLUTTONY Aura Triggered: Involuntary Reaction – Rank F+]

[Effect: Consumption Pull (Unfocused). Aura Drain radius active. Hunger Memory Surge: Unstable.]

The Sigil soldier took one more step.

Then his boot sank into the rot.

The man's legs liquefied at the ankle as the mummified scraps rushed toward him, wrapping around like starving vines, pulling him down.

[Target Absorbed. Biological Matter – Rejected. Gluttony Candidate Trauma Threshold – Breached]

Brix shielded the boy immediately, planting himself in front of the vortex.

Lio stood just behind, sword at the ready, watching the aura pulse again.

Mav crouched beside the edge, one hand glowing faintly.

Brix turned to the boy—who had fallen backward, eyes wide, tears mixing with grime.

"I didn't want to eat him. I didn't—I didn't—I just didn't want to be empty."

Brix gripped his wrist. Not hard. Just enough to anchor.

[Sin Match Confirmed: GLUTTONY]

[Candidate Identified. Consent Not Required – Aura Bond Triggered by Near-Death Reaction.]

[Student Slot Assigned – 4 of 7 Filled]

[EXP Transfer: 380,000 Delivered]

[Title Assigned: The Hollow-Bound]

Chapter 7, Part 3: Starving and Surrounded