Perfect Avatar-Chapter 307: Mirror Of Sins: The Virtues

Midgard took one of Dora’s hands in hers. She observed its contour and drew figures on the back with her fingers.

"I’ve spent enough time with you to know when you’re not yourself, so I could easily tell when the Sin took over you. The Dora I knew, the one I wanted to follow wasn’t a Sin. He was someone who couldn’t hate someone, instead, he would ignore their existence. He would be neutral to anyone, and the only exception would be the people he would care about, and this list could be limitless."

Her eyes switched to him, devouring him tenderly.

"After I died, I felt many things, sadness, frustration, regret, mostly because we would be separated, but I’ve felt good things too, peace, happiness, a huge bowl of loyalty... I felt as if I always knew you as if I knew you more after dying than when I was alive. Maybe it was the memory of my past life? But if every Dora is a True Dora, then you can’t be what the Sins are."

A smile drew on her lips, she closed her eyes and brought Dora’s hand to her cheek.

"I still remember what you said about using your greed for everyone. This was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, seriously, how do you use greed for the benefit of people? It was too cringy... but I liked it."

She stood like this for seconds, both in a moment disconnected from the world, they would have completely forgotten the situation of the world, if it wasn’t for the heavy gaze of everyone in the room.

Midgard, a warm smile on the face, eyes closed, was sweating bullets.

"... Yeah, so anyway, the Sins are not what we’re looking for... Little rascal!"

She let go of him, arms crossed, staring at the windows.

"... Should I ask them to go outside for a minute?"

"Oh, shut up..."

She tried very hard to be invisible to anyone else, their audience was mainly indifferent, with only Elizabeth, Ymir, and Eva being the only ones either amused or touched.

"... Generosity?"

Fafnir got everyone’s attention with a surprising declaration.

"... Using greed... for others... isn’t that generosity? The opposite I mean."

They stared straight at him for seconds, then, their eyes widened.

"Yo, is that it? That’s the solution?" Hecate’s body trembled before glitching into a young adult.

Apophis frowned, hands on her desk.

"The opposite of the Sins? The virtues? How does that make sense?"

"Actually... it does!" Eva, with a spark in her eyes, clapped her hands. "The True Dora is a savior, so... My God, it... it really makes sense!"

"Explain, pinky!"

"... Dear Apophis, My name is Eva... So, I was thinking, the quest, the last quest is to find all the parts of Dora, so all the Sins, but let’s think about every information. The Sin of Greed doesn’t exist anymore... not with the same influence I mean. He is not leading, so he is not the one giving the quest. Your soul is leading you to achieve your true form. Now the memory, we know, with certitude that the True Dora isn’t evil, that’s not a debate, so Midgard’s point makes sense. The Truth shouldn’t be in the Sins, but... what if it was the good in the Sins? The opposite, the virtues?"

She joined her hands together, almost blushing with excitation, making it hard to not call her by her color, but at that moment her information mattered more to everyone.

"The vision, the vision showed me that the farther you would be from the origin, the farther the True Dora would be. Isn’t that possible that your power would derive and become something you’re not?"

Dora thought intensely, his gaze traveled from the ceiling to the ground, and then after intense consideration, he shook his head.

"I was definitely not a saint."

"Maybe not a saint, but what’s about a saint according to the concept of your Sins?"

Dora’s eyes widened. The Players exchanged gazes, for all, it was clear that this was the best reasoning till now.

In the real world, a gigantic battle was opening a door to the end of the world, and in the dream world, the minds were fighting to open another door.

Gluttony

Pushing gluttony to its maximum, Dora recreated the void Gloria used before her death. His aura had melted with the world and he could apply his void anywhere.

Rhea was already bathing in it when her body entered the void and began its autodestruction, then, she refused to disappear and her sword traversed the void, and her slash erased half of Dora’s body, but with Overconsumption, he converted the power received as a buff for his attacks.

In the dream world, Gluttony held a maccaron between two fingers.

"Gluttony is the power of infinite assimilation, no matter how satisfied you are, you must always desire more. Good isn’t enough, A lot isn’t enough, all isn’t enough. You must always seek for more, and you will never use everything you’ve taken."

Eva folded her arms.

"The opposite of Gluttony is temperance, in this world, gluttony is the infinite assimilation, so Dora’s Gluttony, the True form of Gluttony, should be..."

"Take enough power, and deal with it."

She nodded at Dora, the boy closed his eyes a bit. He imagined the form of Gluttony as described.

Gloria had an infinity of skills but only used Gluttony’s blessings.

"Being blessed with many powers, and not using them, but still taking more... It sounds like another Sin, but if one used all of them, would it still count as gluttony?"

He looked at the palm of his right hand, in his mind, he processed his memories of Gloria, as he remembered her till her death.

"She was gluttony in every sense, she took anything she wanted, but in the end... the only thing that mattered was her family."

He was immobile for a bit, birthing something in his mind, the thing taking life in the form of an orange spark in the eyes.

"It’s not about power, it’s about cherishing something. Pursue what you need, and use it to the maximum you can make, time, tool... people."

At the same time, the root of a miracle appeared.

A new clash in the sky lit up the atmosphere, Rhea and Dora, sword against dagger when suddenly, Dora’s face cracked.

"... HM?!"

The left side of his face exploded, releasing a swirling of orange souls, howling, spreading above, and stretching to become a cyclone of souls.

"What.... the HEEEEEEEE....."

He and Rhea fell down and landed on the little planet in the clouds, Rhea observed attentively his strange behavior.

The souls stopped coming out, but his face remained cracked open.

"... The Hell is that?... What happened?! Who... That power, is that Sigma? How did... Uh? UUH?! What the... Where is he?!"

In the dream world, the hole in the sky widened. Everyone looked at the windows, their faces petrified.

It was working, it was the outcome they were seeking.

Wrath

Dora palped his face, constating the damage done. He had lost traces of Sigma in his body, without any explanation.

"I don’t understand... what’s that? Did she do it? She had that kind of ability? It doesn’t make sense... if he was dead, I could summon him again, so what happened?"

His eyes pierced Rhea with more frustration than anxiety.

"She only has a sword, she’s not even regenerating, why is it taking so long?!... I have to end it now!"

His aura burst, destroying part of the planet, in an instant, he was above Rhea, swinging his arm and meeting the General’s sword.

The sky shone again.

"Wrath is pure destruction, killing, burning. It’s the concept of total annihilation, with the sole purpose of setting the world on fire."

Ymir, legs crossed, looked at her pointy nails.

"To destroy the world, with my bare hands."

Midgard and Eva exchanged a gaze, then both looked at Dora, the boy processing a new analysis.

"A call for violence? The opposite of Wrath is meekness, the will to not fight no matter what. If we take word by word the concept of Wrath, it would be the will to not kill anyone... but there’s a problem, if Dora must always fight, he would eventually kill someone."

"Maybe he would be strong enough to not have to kill? Like one hit KO." Elizabeth suggested.

Dora took a little time to consider her suggestion, then, his body flinched. He glanced at Elizabeth again, the girl back glaring at Fafnir, then, his arms unfolded.

"... Or like... temperance in Wrath?"

The Dragon King in a butler outfit gazed at him.

"The Sins share similarities... because they were one, so their concept could also work with each other. Gluttony and Greed are the same, Envy and Lust can replicate people, Wrath... Wrath is destruction, Voracity left nothing behind, maybe it could also work on skills... Huge lady..."

"That’s me." Ymir puffed her chest.

"The kill counts, was there a point where you needed to kill people without limit?"

"....Hm... I told you that we had to kill citizens, the number wasn’t exactly defined, it would go from 1000 to 7000 in one day, but when we could kill more than the number, we would receive a juicy power bonus."

Dora’s face lit up, followed by Midgard and Eva. Now, they had more fuel for the fire to destroy their world.

- Wrath is the will of destruction without limit, so the true form of Wrath in this world would be the temperance in this violence. To attack only when attacked, to kill only when needed... following the world of the Truth.

One more punch and Dora’s fist cracked red.

"Gh...."

His arm exploded, freeing the same cyclone of souls, this time with the red color of blood.

He stepped back, minus one arm and half his face, and more than everything, a second Persona.

"... What... is"

A shadow jumped above him, Rhea, her sword dazzling descended on him.

What was happening? How was he losing? His understanding of the world had reached a phenomenal level, but second, by second, he was losing bits of their control.

Gluttony, Wrath, his body lost the ability to understand them, but he could still feel their presence in him, maybe he could use them, but he was using millions of techniques simultaneously to maintain the apocalypse.

In his last moments, he watched an attack coming, with the certitude that he would be destroyed.

He lost two Personas, and with this fact, he alone understood that the worst outcome was drawing.

The immortality of greed resided in the Personas.

The light engulfed him and his world, his body was starting to lose particles.

He could see Rhea disappearing behind the light, she who had one skill was killing him, who had an infinity, and just like that, his mind froze.

One skill, it was what Rhea needed, one skill, it was what Pride was, one skill, a single skill... but still a skill.

"Aurum Serra"