The Incubus System Chapter 1415. Angel Drone
The Incubus System Chapter 1415. Angel Drone
The time showed 02.15 PM when I decided to drop by the library.
Not because I suddenly had an academic awakening.
Not because Professor Angel Queen just had lunch with me and I needed to prove I’m a diligent scholar.
But because if I went home too early, my brain would spiral.
And spiraling leads to bad decisions.
Bad decisions lead to wars.
Wars ruin GPA.
So library it was.
The building was quiet in that heavy, academic way. Air-conditioned chill. The faint smell of paper and dust. Students hunched over laptops like modern monks worshipping glowing rectangles. The kind of place where drama doesn’t belong. Which made it perfect for someone with too much drama in his bloodstream.
Larry followed me, dragging his feet.
“Bro,” he groaned. “We just survived angel trauma lunch. Why are we here?”
“To study.”
He stared at me like I just insulted his ancestors. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
He squinted. “You’re scaring me again.”
I ignored him and slid into a seat near the economics section. Business management textbooks stacked neatly. I pulled one out and flipped it open like I was about to decode the secrets of the universe.
Technically, I was.
Corporate strategy. Market expansion. Risk diversification.
All useless for my future as an interdimensional hybrid caught in celestial revenge lore.
But also… maybe not.
Because knowledge is knowledge.
And if I’m Lord of Lust with a business degree?
…That combination is dangerously efficient.
I leaned back slightly, tapping my pen against the page.
Hypothetically speaking.
If I ever wanted to expand Lust-related businesses in the demon realm…
No.
Stop.
Why does that sound like I’m planning a franchise of temptation lounges?
I rubbed my forehead.
Being the Lord of Lust plus a business major student is a morally confusing combo.
I feel like a high-level pimp drafting spreadsheets.
Larry leaned over and peeked at my notes.
“You’re actually writing.”
“Shocking, I know.”
“What are you planning? Corporate takeover of Heaven?”
“No.” I flipped the page. “Revenue scaling in sin-based economies,” I joked.
He blinked. “That sounds illegal.”
“In human world? Yes.”
“In demon world?”
“Thriving industry.”
He stared at me like he was reconsidering our friendship.
I sighed. “Relax. I’m not opening Lust Café tomorrow.”
He nodded slowly. “Good.”
Pause.
“…Unless?”
I threw a pencil at him.
But beneath the jokes?
There was something else driving me to drag him here.
I needed him prepared.
If one day I stop being human…
If one day I choose a realm…
He’ll be left here.
Assignments. Deadlines. Cafeteria food.
And the thought of him fumbling alone?
It annoyed me more than it should.
Sometimes I feel like I’m his dad instead of his best friend.
Which is weird.
Because he’s older than me by three months.
I glanced at him now. He was pretending to read but clearly scrolling memes on his phone.
“You’re not studying,” I muttered.
“I’m absorbing knowledge spiritually.”
“Open the book.”
He groaned but did it.
There.
Balance restored.
For about ten minutes.
Then I felt it.
Subtle.
Like a change in air pressure.
Not demonic. Not aggressive.
Just… present.
I didn’t look up immediately.
I’ve learned that staring at surveillance is amateur behavior.
Instead, I continued highlighting a paragraph about asset liquidity while slowly extending my senses.
There.
Left side.
Near the management section.
Tiny flicker.
Larry shifted slightly.
“You feel that?” he whispered.
I didn’t look at him. “Feel what?”
He swallowed. “Like… something?”
He couldn’t see it.
But he felt it.
Which meant I wasn’t hallucinating.
I casually stretched my hand under the table and activated my Evil Eye.
The air near my wrist shimmered for half a second.
From my shadow, a small, floating creature detached itself.
One eye. Bat-like wings. Faint demonic aura.
My One-Eyed Demon.
It blinked at me once, awaiting command.
Spy.
It vanished into the darker corner of the shelf.
Across the room…
I saw it.
Tiny.
Glowing faintly.
A little fairy with a halo.
Humans couldn’t see it.
But I could.
Cute.
Almost insultingly cute.
Like a magical mascot.
But don’t let size fool you.
Small things carry big messages.
Larry leaned closer. “Is it dangerous?”
“Not really.”
“So what is it?”
“Angel drone.”
He blinked. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish.”
The fairy floated near the bookshelf, pretending to inspect titles like it was academically invested in modern literature.
My One-Eyed Demon circled it carefully.
The fairy paused.
Turned slightly.
I stiffened.
It almost sensed it.
I felt like I was playing hide-and-seek in a quiet library.
The irony.
My pen hovered above the page while I monitored the silent battle in my peripheral vision.
The fairy drifted upward.
My demon followed at a safe distance.
Then…
The fairy twitched.
Sharp.
Focused.
It almost detected the demonic presence.
I pulled my energy back slightly.
Easy.
Don’t overextend.
The fairy calmed.
Resumed floating.
Larry stared at me. “You look like you’re solving calculus.”
“In a way, I am.”
He leaned back. “You’re not going to attack it, right?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because then they’ll know I know.”
He processed that.
“Oh.”
“Hide and seek,” I muttered.
He grinned faintly. “You always liked games.”
Yeah.
But this one wasn’t fun.
Because if the queen sent it?
That meant assessment.
If the king sent it?
That meant suspicion.
Either way?
Eyes on me.
I kept studying.
Or pretending to.
Underlining phrases. Writing notes.
Good student mode.
The fairy drifted closer.
Like it was curious.
Like it was trying to measure my emotional frequency.
I kept my breathing steady.
Calm.
Neutral.
Human.
My One-Eyed Demon mirrored it, floating lazily like it was bored.
Then the fairy shifted again…
Fast.
It darted sideways suddenly.
My demon barely dodged detection.
I suppressed a curse.
That thing wasn’t dumb.
Cute? Yes.
Naive? Absolutely not.
This wasn’t some low-level messenger.
This was trained.
Larry nudged me slightly. “You’re clenching your jaw.”
“Shh.”
He shut up immediately.
The fairy hovered above a shelf now.
Observing.
Patient.
I almost respected it.
But not enough to let it win.
I almost respected it.
But not enough to let it win.