The Incubus System Chapter 1237. My Mess
The Incubus System Chapter 1237. My Mess Buni bounced past the coffee table like she was ready for war, her ears perked. “So… we going now?”
The Incubus System Chapter 1237. My Mess
Buni bounced past the coffee table like she was ready for war, her ears perked. “So… we going now?”
“I need to put on pants first,” I mumbled, already halfway to the hallway. “And boots.”
Rave fluttered in from the windowsill and let out a caw. “Danger confirmed! Do you require emotional support feathers?”
“No,” I grumbled. “I require someone to slap Past Me in the face.”
Larry raised a hand, all too ready. “I volunteer.”
“You were literally trapped in the demon hunter HQ!”
“Still counts.”
I dumped the last of my tea into a thermos, slammed it shut and grabbed my coat, and yanked my gear pouch from under the kitchen table.
Peaceful day? Shattered.
Vacation? Postponed.
Sex?
…Also probably postponed.
But at least I had a new mission. A very stupid, very me-shaped mission.
“Let’s go recover a bloody sword before someone picks it up and tries to cosplay as the next Final Judgment.”
Red barked from near the shoe rack like he’d absolutely fight God for a snack. His tail spun like a rotor blade, and he slammed his paw on the rug twice like it was a launch signal.
Shadow leapt down, tail high. “At least we’ll have something to stab if it goes wrong.”
“I’m bringing snacks,” Buni chirped, hopping after me with a granola bar tucked in one paw and his other paw already in my boot like he was declaring himself my emotional support disaster.
Rave landed on the couch arm and flexed his wings. “Permission to cause property damage if cursed energy levels exceed acceptable limit?”
“Approved,” I muttered. “But try to make it look like an accident.”
Larry flopped back on the couch and waved us off dramatically. “Tell Bloodrender I said hi. And that I’m suing it if it curses you.”
I froze at the portal, took one last look at the living room.
Blankets. Pizza crumbs. Empty soda cans. The faint snoring of Larry pretending to nap again. Red wagging so hard he knocked over a lamp. Shadow giving me that smug “you’re about to regret this” look. Rave’s eyes flashing like a rave party. Buni still trying to wear my other boot as a hat.
Just boys. Just chaos.
And me.
I sighed.
Then smirked.
“Alright, fine,” I said, slinging the thermos into my bag and snapping the portal rune to life. “Let’s go clean up my mess before it evolves into a dungeon boss.”
Because, really…
Who needs tea and tranquility…
When I can chase legendary cursed weapons with a demonic corgi, a smartass cat, a demonic raven and a bunny in combat mode?
Yeah.
Just another Tuesday.
We stepped through the portal with the kind of energy usually reserved for hungover adventurers and caffeine-starved college students. The air on the other side hit me like a cold slap—morning dew, smog, burnt concrete, and the faintest leftover stink of charred demon. A weird combo, like an undercooked apocalypse wrapped in bad incense.
I blinked as the portal shimmered shut behind us, leaving the world quiet.
Last night, this place had been pure hell. Screams, fire, glowing runes splitting the sky. Zatan and I had gone full boss fight over half the town, and the fallout probably scorched every bird within a five-mile radius. Some trees still looked sad. The rocks were cracked. But there were no sirens. No helicopters. No frantic officers waving ‘do not cross’ tape around like holy relics. No demon hunter squads trying to look dramatic.
Just… wind. Cold. Quiet. Dew hanging off twisted metal like nature was trying to clean up the crime scene with a polite towel.
Too polite.
Way too polite.
My boots crunched on loose gravel.
Red trotted beside me, tongue out, tail wagging like we were just out for morning coffee.
Shadow stalked behind me with his usual assassin grace, silent and smug.
Rave perched on a busted signpost like some goth weather vane, rotating slowly to scan the area.
Buni bounced alongside me, cheerful as hell for a bunny walking into cursed territory.
And me?
Yeah. I looked like a disaster prince.
Coat flapping dramatically? Check.
Pajamas still visible under said coat? Also check.
Hair? Unbrushed.
Mood? Unstable caffeine-deprived detective trying to locate one missing bloodthirsty sword.
I slowed near the crater. Now it was just a hole. A big, cracked scar on the earth, crusted with black soot and magical residue. The air still buzzed faintly.
But no sword.
No molten metal. No red glow. No cursed whisper on the wind.
Just broken stones and silence.
“Okay…” I muttered. “Where the hell is it?”
Red sniffed around the edge of the crater, sneezed twice, then barked in confusion.
Shadow leapt from rock to rock with his tail flicking like an annoyed metronome.
Rave let out a mechanical caw and scanned the area with a faint green light pulsing across his eyes.
Buni just started stacking pebbles.
I turned slowly, taking in the view.
No police. No magical wards. No containment units. No fluorescent cones with “Do Not Touch” signs.
I mean yeah, the place looked emptier than usual—duh, a demon lord died here last night—but there should’ve been something. A perimeter. A sensor drone. A damn caution tape, even if it was just for PR.
But there was nothing.
No trace of Bloodrender. Not a drop of blood. Not a shimmer of aura.
Just ruins. Wind. And that post-battle awkward silence like the world was pretending nothing happened.
My pets followed me like some weird fairy tale entourage—one where the princess hadn’t slept, smelled like old pizza, and was very ready to commit a federal crime if her sword didn’t show up soon.
“Maybe it got destroyed…” I muttered, dragging my boots along the cracked ground.
But even as I said it, I didn’t believe it.
No way. That sword… It couldn’t just snap it in half.
It wouldn’t go down that easy.
My breath caught in my throat.
I closed my eyes.
Tuned out the wind, the rubble, the faint crunch of Red chasing a leaf.
Focused.
Magic.