The Incubus System Chapter 1439. News Update
The Incubus System Chapter 1439. News Update
I kept walking, trying to cover my curiosity and my amazement.
Because yeah.
This place?
It was cool.
Not in the “expensive chandelier and gold everywhere” kind of cool. Not luxury. Not flashy. Not trying too hard.
It was…
Fantastical.
Like something ripped straight out of those over-the-top fantasy movies where everything looks too clean to be real but somehow still feels alive.
My boots stepped onto the floor, and I slowed just a fraction.
Marble.
But not the same rigid, judgmental marble from earlier.
This one was softer in tone. Warm white, faint veins of gold running through it like sunlight got trapped inside the stone and decided to stay. Each step echoed just enough to remind me I was inside something massive, but not enough to make it feel empty.
Above me?
Yeah.
The ceiling wasn’t really a ceiling.
It stretched high, too high, arched like the inside of a cathedral, except instead of solid stone, it shimmered. Layers of translucent crystal formed a dome, refracting light into soft hues that danced across the walls like moving auroras.
Floating crystals hovered mid-air.
Small ones.
Big ones.
All gently rotating, humming with quiet energy.
No visible support.
No strings.
Just… there.
“Okay,” I muttered under my breath. “That’s cheating.”
[Environmental Energy Density Extremely High]
“Yeah, no kidding.”
And then, I caught it.
Movement.
Small.
Quick.
I glanced to the side.
Little angels.
Actual tiny angels.
Child-sized, maybe smaller, wings fluttering softly as they drifted through the air like they had nowhere better to be. Some carried small glowing objects. Some just… floated.
One of them looked at me.
Paused.
Frowned.
Then turned and flew away.
Another did the same.
And another.
…
“Alright, sorry,” I muttered. “Didn’t get the dress code memo.”
Because yeah.
Compared to everything here?
I looked like a walking crime scene.
I exhaled slowly. “Not like I came here by choice,” I added under my breath. “Got kidnapped, remember?”
No one answered.
Obviously.
Still counts as a valid complaint.
But even with all that?
Even with the subtle rejection from the environment?
I couldn’t deny it.
The atmosphere…
It was nice.
Too nice.
The air felt clean, like actually clean. Not “fresh mountain air” clean. More like… purified. Every breath felt lighter. Sharper. Like something inside me was being quietly scrubbed whether I liked it or not.
And yeah.
That heaviness?
Still there.
That subtle pressure pressing against my core, reminding me I was… partially unwelcome.
Demon.
Out of place.
But it wasn’t suffocating.
Just… present.
Like the realm was side-eyeing me instead of outright kicking me out.
“I can work with that,” I muttered.
Because honestly?
Compared to getting stabbed by angels earlier?
This was a vacation.
I kept moving.
Deeper.
The space widened.
Corridors opened into larger halls. Pillars stretched upward like they were trying to hold the sky itself in place. Light flowed through everything, not blinding, not harsh, just… there.
Constant.
Alive.
And then, the chamber.
I knew it before I even stepped in.
Because the air shifted again.
Heavier.
Focused.
Intentional.
The door opened on its own.
I stepped through.
And there she was.
…
Yeah.
Okay.
That made sense.
Blonde.
Long hair cascading down her back like it was painted instead of real.
Blue eyes.
Sharp.
Cold.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
Because yeah.
She reminded me of Puriel.
Same color palette.
Same divine aesthetic.
But that’s where the similarities ended.
Puriel?
Clumsy.
Bright.
Cute in that slightly annoying, slightly loud way that made you want to both tease her and protect her at the same time.
This one?
Her gaze alone could cut.
No softness.
No warmth.
No hesitation.
Just… judgment.
And yeah.
She looked like she wanted to tear me in half.
Which?
Fair.
She did send angels to kill me.
I stepped forward.
Slow.
Calm.
Measured.
No traps.
At least none obvious.
No sudden pressure spikes.
No hidden formations lighting up.
Just… her.
Watching.
Waiting.
I stopped a few steps away.
“I’m here.”
My lips curved slightly into a smile.
And while I did that?
‘Analyze.’
[Target Identified]
[Name: Astra Dawnlight]
[Level: ??? (Hidden)]
[Race: High Angel]
[HP: ??? / ???]
[SP: ??? / ???]
…
I stared at the system window for half a second.
‘Seriously?’
Hidden everything.
Which meant one thing.
She was strong.
Really strong.
At least Puriel-level.
Maybe higher.
Great.
Love that for me.
She leaned forward slightly from her throne.
Elegant.
Controlled.
Every movement deliberate.
“You… Erebus.”
I raised my hand immediately.
“Nope.”
She paused.
That was new.
“Before anything,” I added, pinching the bridge of my nose slightly, “I’m not Erebus.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“My name is Damian Lucio Malignus.”
She repeated it slowly.
“Malignus…”
Her expression didn’t change much.
But something clicked.
Recognition.
“So,” she continued, “you are Xenos’s son? Erebus’s brother?”
I stared at her.
Then rubbed my face again.
“Alright.”
I exhaled slowly.
“Seems like the Light Dimension really needs news update.”
Her brows knit slightly.
Confusion.
Good.
Because yeah.
Time to fix this misunderstanding.
“Let me simplify this,” I said, holding up a finger.
“First, Erebus? Dead. Like… thousands of years dead.”
Second finger.
“Second, I’m his descendant. Not him.”
Third.
“Third, Xenos? Also dead.”
I dropped my hand.
“The current king is King Damon. Xenos’s son.”
Silence followed.
Heavy.
She watched me.
Really watched me.
Not just my words.
My posture.
My aura.
My presence.
Everything.
And for a moment?
I could feel it.
That weight.
That pressure.
Like she was trying to peel me apart layer by layer to see what I really was.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“You expect me to believe this?”
I shrugged.
“Not really.”
Honest answer.
Because yeah.
From her perspective?
I showed up.
Same bloodline.
Same aura traces.
Same… problem.
Of course, she’d assume I was Erebus.
Or at least connected enough to be dangerous.
“But it’s the truth,” I added.
She didn’t respond immediately.
Just… studied me.
And I stood there.
Relaxed.
But ready.
Because yeah.
Conversation or not?
This was still a boss room.
And I wasn’t dumb enough to forget that.