The Incubus System Chapter 1259. Evolved

The Incubus System Chapter 1259. Evolved

“I try,” I said, voice hoarse. “You okay?”

She looked me up and down, then nodded. “You took out over a hundred weapons in under a minute.”

I looked at the glass again.

Behind it?

They were definitely panicking now.

I raised the sword and grinned.

“Next time,” I said, “send real threats.”

The mirror cracked a second time.

Just a single, fine line.

But that was all I needed.

Because I wasn’t just breaking containment.

I was making a statement.

I had my sword.

I had my partner.

I had my mood.

And for once, I had no one screaming in my head to stop.

I turned, rested Bloodrender across my shoulder, and exhaled like I’d just gotten laid on a battlefield—which, let’s be honest, wasn’t far from the truth.

The air still buzzed from the overload we just dropped. Sparks sizzled in the corners. Mana residue hung like cigarette smoke. The scientists behind the mirror probably needed a new pair of pants.

I glanced at Syntyche. She was already leaning against the wall, arms crossed, silk threads slowly retreating back into her fingers like satisfied fangs. Her hair was a bit messy, lips bruised from biting them too hard. But her eyes sparkled.

I smirked. “I guess we finish our business here.”

She gave a sly smile. “Then… let’s go back~ You need to pay me.”

“Oh, right.” I sheathed Bloodrender with a satisfying shing and rolled my shoulder. “Payment.”

I raised my hand. The air rippled.

[You have opened a portal.]

Black and violet swirled into a spinning vortex of infernal smoke. Her room’s coordinates locked in with the faint scent of rose incense, crushed velvet, and spider-silk perfume.

We stepped through.

And boom—

The sensory shift hit like a lover’s slap.

The cursed vault’s sterile tension gave way to Syntyche’s private chambers. Low-lit, velvet-draped, warm and almost humid from the heavy perfumes and candles still burning. The floor was soft. Silk rugs. The walls shimmered with warded curtains instead of stone.

And yeah, the bed was still the size of a royal ego.

Before I could take another step, she spun and hugged me. Arms tight. Chest warm against mine. Her breath ghosted near my throat.

“So…” she purred, voice dropping, “shall we… continue?”

Her hand was already sliding down to my belt.

But I… didn’t answer right away.

I was distracted.

By the sword.

Bloodrender.

Still on my back. Still humming. Still there.

And yeah… now that the adrenaline was bleeding off, I realized something.

“…Wait a sec.”

Syntyche blinked. “No. Don’t ruin this.”

“I’m not ruining anything,” I said, pulling away slowly. “But look.” I unstrapped the blade and held it out. The runes still pulsed red, slow and heavy. “This thing… I can’t keep carrying it around.”

She tilted her head, a little pouty. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not just a blade. It draws attention.” I ran my thumb along the spine. “And besides… I already have Nightmare. My own sword.”

She looked thoughtful, then asked, “You thinking of ditching it?”

“Hell no,” I said quickly. “It’s mine now. But I can’t walk around like this. Like some MMORPG game’s protagonist cosplayer with two oversized death sticks strapped to his back.”

She laughed. “So what, absorb it?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I did it with Letos’ weapon. It turned into my armor.”

“But this one’s different,” she pointed out. “It’s got a soul. A vibe. It doesn’t just exist—it broods.”

“Exactly.” I frowned. “How the hell do I absorb a sulking murder blade without blowing my hand off?”

She shrugged, too casual. “You don’t know how to absorb it?”

“Don’t judge me for it,” I muttered. “I was raised in the human realm, remember? My only weapon for the first eighteen years of my life was sarcasm and spite.”

She tapped her chin. “Try a skill. One that sounds like it could suck something in.”

That… actually made sense.

I paused. Focused. Searched my mental library.

And yeah, one skill did pop up.

One I rarely used because it was usually for creatures. Or energy wells.

“…Energy Siphon,” I whispered.

I hesitated. Waited for the system to scream ‘ERROR! THIS IS A SWORD, DUMBASS!’

But instead—

[Energy Siphon Activated.]

[Target: Bloodrender (Relic Class)]

[Compatibility: High – Demonic Bloodline Detected]

[Fusion Initiated.]

The blade jerked in my hands.

Then melted.

Not literally—

But it unspooled. Darkness and light swirling together, unwinding like a ribbon made of hate and memory.

It spun around my arm like a vortex—my veins lighting up. My heartbeat spiked. My skin felt like it was on fire and frozen all at once.

The weight slammed into my chest. Into my core. Into the Nightmare sword sealed in my body.

And the world twisted.

[You have absorbed Bloodrender.]

[Nightmare has evolved.]

[New Weapon: Nightmare-Render (Relic+) has been forged.]

[Level Up! You are now Level 210.]

[+10,000 HP Gained.]

[New Passive Ability Unlocked:]

Rage Convergence (Passive) – While under 30% HP, your Strength and Speed increase by 50%. Your critical attacks gain lifesteal and knockback.

[Previous Passive Retained:]

Bloodrender Echo – Each successful hit increases Strength by 2% (Stacks: 20). Reset on disengage.]

My breath caught. My muscles locked.

Then it stopped.

The power faded.

And in my hand…

Was my sword.

But not the same.

Nightmare still had the wicked black hilt. But now its edge shimmered with an underlayer of red. Like a heartbeat. The same runes from Bloodrender—pulsing faintly.

It didn’t hum anymore. It growled.

I flexed my fingers.

The blade felt weightless.

My thoughts slowed. Not from confusion—

But from sheer clarity.

This wasn’t just an upgrade.

It was a rebirth.

Syntyche stared. “You fused them.”

I nodded, breathless. “Yeah. I didn’t even think it’d work, but…”

She moved closer, tracing the flat of the new blade with her fingertips. Her touch was reverent. “It’s gorgeous. Terrifying. Sexy, even.”

“Careful. It might take that as a come-on.”

She smirked. “It’s fused with your ego. Of course it would.”