May 9, 2025

The Incubus System Chapter 1190. Survive The War II

The Incubus System Chapter 1190. Survive The War II I didn’t even get a chance to fully catch my breath. My system was still throwing notifi

I didn’t even get a chance to fully catch my breath. My system was still throwing notifications about demonic power efficiency ratios, skill cooldown rates, territory stress levels, blah blah blah—I didn’t have time for that noise.

What I did have time for?

Killing every last demon still trying to run.

I kicked off the rooftop like a comet, wings flaring wide. I dove straight into the chaos. My body moved on instinct now—no hesitation, no fatigue. Just rage, muscle memory, and the kind of cold-burning focus that only comes from being pushed to my absolute edge and deciding not to break.

I could still feel the adrenaline crawling under my skin. My heart wasn’t just pounding—it was roaring.

And I let it out.

“Demonic Spike!”

Dark lances erupted around me, flying toward a fleeing group of horned chargers, impaling them mid-run. Screams, gore, ash. One of them exploded like a watermelon under a hammer.

I rotated mid-air, eyes locked on another cluster.

“Smite Bolt!”

A bolt of searing white-gold light shot from my hand like divine justice having a bad day. It hit the alpha—a four-armed brute demon—in the chest and blew him twenty feet back in a burst of flaming chunks. His underlings didn’t fare much better.

I didn’t stop moving. Didn’t even blink.

My blade was a blur in my hand. It hissed through the air, singing with wrath. I swung in wide arcs, cutting down anything stupid enough to cross into my path. The hilt thrummed with demonic hunger, feeding off the chaos around me.

I lunged. Hovered. Swirled midair like a reaper with wings.

Countered a leaping imp with a spinning slash.

Charged through a writhing beast’s midsection and left fire in my wake.

Blood sprayed. The smell was thick—metallic, sulfurous, and wrong. My boots splashed through demon ichor. Every time I killed one, another tried to run. And I didn’t let them.

I didn’t even hesitate.

I hunted.

But yeah. Of course. The demon hunters had to show up too.

And who was leading the charge from below like a yapping dog off its leash?

Nathan.

I glanced down mid-flight and, yep, there he was. Sprinting across the cracked streets, blade glowing with self-righteous fury, eyes locked on me like I owed him child support and a confession.

Guess Emma finally gave up trying to chain him. Smart call. She probably figured what I did too—now that the rift was sealed and I’d recovered, he wasn’t a threat. Just an annoyance. Like a mosquito trying to bite a bonfire.

And boy, was he trying.

Every few seconds he screamed something—something about justice, demons, or how I’d corrupted the humans. Maybe something about his sister? Honestly, I didn’t know. His words all blended together into background noise, like holy static.

Occasionally he’d toss a Radiant Spear or Judgment Slice up at me, which I dodged without even looking. One time I tilted my head just slightly and his projectile missed me by a full meter.

I didn’t return fire.

Didn’t even talk to him.

Why?

Because I didn’t care.

I wish I had the time to float down and give him a nice, villainous monologue. Maybe some speech about balance, or the gray line between sin and sanctity, or how the world isn’t as black-and-white as he thinks it is.

Maybe I’d open with “Hi Nathan. Quick question—how’s it feel knowing the demon you’ve been trying to kill has saved your sister once?”

Yeah, that would’ve been satisfying.

But no.

I had exactly zero seconds to spare on petty drama. Because then, of course. Because it wasn’t already hellish enough…

Another rift opened.

Like a tear in fabric, up near the sky, on the far side of my Devil Space. The air ripped with a screeching hiss, as if reality had teeth and someone was prying them open.

And then— The colossal eye appeared.

Just the eye. No face. No body. Just a massive, lidless, unblinking eye—stretching bigger than most buildings, hovering inside the rift like it belonged to something ancient and terrible hiding behind the veil.

My blood ran cold.

And of course… it looked right at me.

The temperature around me dropped. My wings faltered slightly in their rhythm.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Because this…

This wasn’t like before.

Creepy, yeah.

Disorienting? Sure.

But nothing like this.

This—this was different.

This was the full form, or at least a truer version of it. Massive. Terrifying. Not a shadow or a whisper this time, but an eye so colossal the sky seemed to warp around it.

And the aura it gave off?

Like an iron claw closing around my throat without touching me. My lungs didn’t want to expand.

This wasn’t just intimidation.

This was domination—raw, ancient pressure. The kind that didn’t scream or roar. It just existed.

I had to grit my teeth just to stay hovering.

The thing was in my head.

‘You killed the red demon,’ it said.

Its voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even a sound. It was a presence.

Zatan. He meant Zatan.

I hovered a bit lower, gripping Nightmare tighter, glaring up into the abyss.

“Yeah,” I said out loud. “I killed him. What now? You wanna cry about it? Take revenge? I’ve got time to kill you too.”

There was a pause.

The eye blinked once. Slowly. I felt its gaze ripple through me like waves of cold water.

‘No,’ it said.

‘I just wanted to see it.’

‘He had stayed at the border for too long. He was welcomed… and unwelcomed.’

I frowned.

“What the hell does that even mean?” I muttered.

It didn’t answer.

Not right away.

Then, slowly, with that same calm, eldritch weight.

‘I will watch you, Nephilim,’ it said.

‘Tonight, you will survive. And I will watch you either fall… or rise.’

The rift shivered. The eye started to fade.

And then—

Gone.

Just like that.

No attack. No warning. No minions. Just… vanished.

I stayed in place for a few seconds, hovering, mind spinning.

And then I exhaled.

“Ugh, pervert,” I muttered.

I looked back over the battlefield. Smoke. Bodies. Ash.

The surviving demons were down to scattered stragglers now. My team had regrouped and were finishing clean-up. The hunters that weren’t trying to kill me were backing off.

And the sky?

Quiet. For now.