The Incubus System Chapter 1214. Hunting The Senators I
The Incubus System Chapter 1214. Hunting The Senators I ‘Portal.’ The portal twisted like liquid shadow. I stepped through with calm, delibe
The Incubus System Chapter 1214. Hunting The Senators I
‘Portal.’
The portal twisted like liquid shadow. I stepped through with calm, deliberate confidence, boots hitting ground as if I’d been walking there all along.
The scent hit me first—incense. Holy smoke mixed with sterilized stone. The sting of silver-infused mana buzzed faintly in the air, clinging to the walls like static before a storm.
Then came the architecture.
Stained-glass windows lined the curved vault walls, glowing faintly with filtered moonlight. It was night outside, cold and quiet. But here, underground, beneath the infamous St. Hariel’s Chapel, things were anything but peaceful.
I was in the inner sanctum—a fortified bunker disguised as a religious archive. Shelves of dusty holy books. Rows of relics sealed in reinforced glass. An altar at the far end.
And in the middle of it all—
Senator Valen Cross.
Late thirties. Fit, polished, sharper than Halworth. Dressed in a white tactical vest over formal robes, his sleeves rolled up like he was preparing to dissect something. His hair was slicked back, eyes sharp, alert, watching me with a hunter’s calm.
At his side, strapped to his wrist, was a gleaming bracelet. Sleek silver alloy with glowing runes—familiar ones.
Pearl’s design.
Mass-produced.
But this one was modified. Tinkered. Upgraded with embedded holy shards, anti-demonic foci, and a command array built for remote security access.
The second he saw me step out of the portal, he didn't hesitate.
“Kill him!”
The room reacted.
-Click! Snap!
Twelve elite demon hunter soldiers surged forward from the shadows—surrounding me in a loose combat ring. Every single one of them was armed to the teeth. Holy sabers, crossbows, divine grenades, mage pistols. All pointed at me.
At the same time, the floor panels opened—hissing steam and red lights spilling out.
Dozens of trap runes activated.
And then— Lasers.
Thin red lines cut through the air like a net. Crisscrossing. Coordinated.
They scanned for motion, heat, signature.
Every inch of the room was a death field.
A single step in the wrong direction? Vaporized.
The beams were sharp enough to slice bone. Enhanced with holy energy. Blessed by whatever trembling priest they had left on payroll.
If I had been anyone else, I’d be sliced to pieces right now.
But I wasn’t anyone else.
I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t blink.
I smiled.
“Okay,” I said softly. “Let’s play.”
My fingers twitched.
“Hell Thunder.”
A crackling black lightning swirled to life above my palm. But it pulsed violently, glowing with red-veined energy that buzzed like it hated everything it touched.
Then I released it.
The lightning burst outward in a spiraling pulse—snapping through the air with a demonic roar.
Every red line it touched snapped.
The moment the first laser was hit, the rest followed—like a chain reaction. The entire web of holy beams stuttered. Sparked. Then detonated in a blink.
Glass shattered. Metal groaned.
A high-pitched whine filled the bunker, followed by a cloud of mana smoke, acrid and metallic.
The room dimmed.
No more lasers.
No more defense net.
Just me.
Standing in the middle of the ruins with smoke curling off my sleeves, wings glowing faintly behind me.
Then—
“Illusion.”
[Skill Activated: Illusion]
The moment the skill clicked into place, the world shifted.
Dozens of me filled the chamber.
Each moving differently—walking, sprinting, flickering, blinking.
The soldiers tensed. The senator froze.
And in the confusion?
I just kept walking.
One step closer to my real target.
To them—dozens of me suddenly filled the chamber.
Some standing still. Some walking. Some running toward the senator. Others lunging toward soldiers.
A tide of Great Demons
The laser traps flickered in confusion, unsure which signature to lock onto. Crossbows fired. Bullets ripped through nothing. Swords slashed at air.
“Where is he?!” one of the soldiers barked.
“He’s close—watch your backs!”
“Form defensive circle!”
I kept walking.
Calm. Steady. Unbothered.
Their weapons phased through my illusion again and again. The laser grid bent, readjusted, cut through clones, and failed to find the real one.
They were sweating now. I could feel it.
They didn’t know how close I was.
Until I was right in front of him.
Valen saw me.
The real me.
His lips parted—maybe to shout. Maybe to cast. Maybe to beg.
Didn’t matter.
Too slow.
I reached out—casually, like picking a book off a shelf—and gripped his head.
My fingers sank into his scalp. He trembled.
His magic bracelet flared—holy glyphs erupted from it, trying to trigger a defense matrix.
But my aura devoured it.
Holy turned black.
Glyphs twisted.
Runes cracked.
And the light died.
His soldiers didn’t even realize what happened until it was too late.
“Rewrite,” I whispered.
[Target: Senator Valen Cross – Eligible]
[Progress: 8%...]
He tried to scream.
Didn’t get the chance.
His eyes rolled back. His body locked in place. Veins on his neck and forehead pulsed black with my influence.
[Progress: 26%...]
He hit the floor on one knee. Hands twitching.
His soldiers stopped attacking. They turned—staring in disbelief as their senator convulsed beneath my touch.
“What… what’s happening to him?!”
[Progress: 51%...]
One soldier aimed at me again, panic surging. “He’s doing something to the Senator! Stop him!”
I raised a hand without even looking.
“Telekinesis.”
A wave of pressure flattened them all to the floor.
No words. No motion. Just dominance.
[Progress: 79%...]
Valen’s heartbeat slowed.
His breathing changed.
His spirit bent—folded inward like a corrupted scroll.
[Progress: 100%...]
[Mind Corruption Complete.]
[Subject: Valen Cross – Overwritten]
[Assigned Role: Agent of Ethan Strongheart]
[Subconscious Directive: Obey Ethan. Protect Ethan. Destroy obstruction to Ethan’s goals.]
His head lifted slowly.
When his eyes opened again— They were mine.
Not glowing. Not empty.
Just… obedient.
He dropped to both knees and bowed.
“My lord,” he murmured. “Forgive my arrogance.”
I stepped back slightly.
No rage. No theatrics.
Just precision.
I glanced toward the nearest soldier—his visor cracked, armor scorched, breath hitched.
I smiled thinly.
“Tell your friends at HQ what you saw.”
I turned.
The portal shimmered back to life behind me.
“I’m not even halfway done.”
And then I walked into the next hunt.