The Incubus System Chapter 1195. Bouncy Ball of Death
The Incubus System Chapter 1195. Bouncy Ball of Death Licheri bounced in front of me like a kid who just won a prize at the arcade. His enti
The Incubus System Chapter 1195. Bouncy Ball of Death
Licheri bounced in front of me like a kid who just won a prize at the arcade. His entire gooey form shimmered with pride.
“I came here quickly,” I said, dragging my palm down my face with a sigh, “as soon as I finished kicking Zatan’s sorry ass.”
Leon and Curtis both looked up from their casually absurd posts. Nefaris didn’t even sit up straight.
“I thought this place was under siege,” I added, motioning around the very intact buildings, civilians, and demon-free skyline. “You know, burning walls, flying limbs, desperate cries for help? And instead, I walk into… this?”
Licheri stopped mid-bounce, turned to me, and puffed up—literally. His round body inflated slightly, pulsing with dramatic flair. “Praise me,” he said proudly, glowing a little brighter.
I stared.
He bounced once. “PRAAAAISE~ MEEEEEE~!”
And then—behind him, an explosion. A loud boom, followed by half a dozen demons being flung into the air like meat confetti. One of them landed with a splat behind Leon—who caught the creature’s head mid-fall, gave it one glance, then watched it crumble into black ash in his hand.
Curtis blinked, turned a page in his notebook, and muttered, “Oof. That one had bones.”
I sighed again, shoulders sagging. Then, fine—whatever.
I raised a hand lazily and clapped. “Good job, Licheri. You really gave them the... experience.”
“YESSSSS!” Licheri squealed and spun mid-air, giggling like he’d just been crowned prom queen and war general at once. “This is the best day ever! Better than the time I made that succubus army trapped in cotton candy web!”
He sparkled as he said it. Literally sparkled. A burst of pink heart-shaped mist puffed from his head like he was leaking joy and questionable taste in warfare.
Syntyche stopped mid-step. Her eye twitched.
“That was disgusting,” she snapped, glaring at him.
Licheri spun in a lazy loop. “Oh shush,” he huffed, puffing out his gooey chest like he was personally offended. “You have no art sense whatsoever. It was thematic! It was sweet! It was emotionally disarming!”
“It was sticky and humiliating.”
“Exactly!” he beamed. “War is theater, darling.”
Syntyche gave him a death glare.
He hummed innocently, floating away like a guilty soap bubble.
Nefaris stretched languidly on her floating couch, blood-wine swirling in her glass like this was a rooftop lounge. “Glad you made it, Damian,” she said smoothly, fangs gleaming. “You almost missed the fun.”
Syntyche scoffed. “Fun? You’re lying around like it’s spa day. We all came expecting a battlefield.”
Nefaris shrugged one elegant shoulder. “Don’t blame me. I showed up, swords ready, spells loaded… and then Licheri here went full circus act. The demons couldn’t even scream properly before he started… whatever this is.”
“I’m just efficient!” Licheri declared, striking a victory pose that somehow involved three mid-air flips. “I am Lust City, after all! It’s my job to keep the vibes perfect.”
I exhaled. “Alright. Curtis. Give me a status rundown. Where’d they come from? Was this an actual invasion or just a distraction?”
Curtis closed his notebook with a soft snap, tucked his pen into the coil, and adjusted his glasses. “Total enemy count confirmed: 10,328. Composition: standard demonic foot soldiers with minor elites. Entry point: Southwest of sector six. Primary objective seems unclear, but none of them got past the wall.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And no signs of ambush elsewhere?”
Before Curtis could answer, Licheri spun back into the conversation. “Hello~? I’m the city core. If there was an ambush, a breach, or someone sneezing near the border with ill intent, I’d feel it. No shadows hiding under my skirts.”
I gave him a deadpan look. “You don’t wear skirts.”
“Exactly,” he said smugly. “So it’d be extra obvious.”
I huffed. “Fine. I get it. You’re the omnipotent bouncy ball of death.”
“Thank you~!” he beamed.
“But still,” I said, turning serious, “compile a full report. I want to know exactly how many crossed over, where they came from, and if there were any identifiers on their gear or patterns in their spells. I don’t care how useless they looked—if Zatan’s death triggered this, we need to know who else is watching.”
Leon stepped forward, arms crossed, cloak swaying in the warm city breeze. “Most of them were from the lower barracks of the Greed Legion, based on markings. Sloppy footwork, though. This wasn’t a trained hit squad.”
Curtis added, “We found a few with summoning scars, meaning someone may have activated them from the outside. No internal gate residue or spatial breach markers detected.”
“Remote activation,” I muttered. “Convenient for cowards.”
“I logged all demonic power signatures,” Curtis said. “Uploading to the city database now. Licheri’s already scanned everything within the walls and adjusted interior shielding to reflect their frequency.”
“I covered every door and alley,” Licheri added proudly. “Even the ones with weird smells.”
I nodded slowly. “Good.”
Because while this looked like a failed attack, I didn’t believe in coincidences.
Too much was happening too fast. Zatan, the rift in human world, the senators’ second launch, and now a half-assed assault on Lust City? Someone out there was trying to probe. Distract. Confuse. Maybe more than one faction.
And the fact that Licheri alone handled this…
It only made me more suspicious.
No deaths. No collateral damage.
Almost like someone wanted us to stay calm. Or feel like we won too easily.
I looked out over the city skyline—clean, alive.
Licheri danced along the barrier wall like a conductor on a sugar high. Syntyche grumbled under her breath and Nefaris toasted the red moon. Leon stood silent, watching.
And I?
I kept thinking about the voice from the last rift.
‘I will watch you rise… or fall.’
And I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just another page in that script.
One I hadn’t written.
I turned away from the casual absurdity that was Lust City’s “war effort”. It was time.
“I need to check the capital,” I said. “If this whole attack was just to split our forces, the real mess is probably over there.”