The Incubus System Chapter 1472. A Bag of Blood

The Incubus System Chapter 1472. A Bag of Blood

Larry’s face changed instantly. “Who found me?”

I leaned closer, voice low. “The Light Dimension.”

His eyes widened slightly. “But I’m not—”

“You have holy blood in you,” I said quietly. “From my dad.”

Larry froze.

The classroom kept moving around us.

Students came in.

Someone laughed at the back.

A chair scraped.

Normal life continued, completely unaware my best friend had just become another piece on a board he never agreed to stand on.

Larry whispered, “So that wasn’t just a dream.”

“I don’t think so.”

My jaw tightened.

Of course, they found Larry too.

Because why stop at me?

Larry stared down at his hands like they suddenly belonged to someone else. “…What does that mean?”

I didn’t answer immediately.

Because honestly?

I didn’t know.

Not fully.

But I knew enough.

Enough to know this was bad.

Enough to know whoever whispered to him was testing something.

Offering power.

Inheritance.

Pure light.

I lowered my voice further. “They are offering you the power of light.”

Larry didn’t answer immediately.

For once, he didn’t make a joke. Didn’t grin. Didn’t deflect with some dumb anime reference or sarcastic comment.

He just stared at me.

And I stared back.

Both of us were silent.

The classroom noise moved around us like we were sitting underwater. Students laughed near the door. Someone dragged a chair backward. A phone buzzed on silent against a wooden desk. Normal sounds. Normal morning.

But between me and Larry?

Yeah.

Nothing felt normal.

Because if he accepted it…

No.

My jaw tightened.

If he accepted it, they could turn him into their weapon.

A pure light vessel.

A demon hunter upgraded by the Light Dimension itself.

And who would they point him at?

Demons.

The Dark Dimension.

Me.

The thought hit too cleanly.

Like the world already had the script written somewhere, and I was only now finding the page.

Larry and I clashing weapons again.

A demon hunter and a demon.

Only worse this time.

Because before, he didn’t know me.

Before, we were enemies because our worlds told us we should be.

“No…”

The word slipped out of my mouth before I fully realized it.

Larry blinked. “Huh?”

I looked down at the desk for a second, fingers curling against the edge hard enough that the wood creaked faintly. “No. You can’t.”

Larry’s brows pulled together. “I can’t what?”

I looked back at him.

“I… just heard something.”

Technically, I had heard too much.

Larry leaned closer slightly. “What information?”

I hesitated.

Not because I didn’t trust him.

Because the truth sounded insane.

Even by our standards.

“The king of the Light Realm,” I said quietly, “is looking for something.”

Larry went still again.

“To revive someone.”

Larry blinked. “…Revive?”

“My dead ancestor,” I said, voice dropping even lower. “Gabrielle.”

His expression shifted.

“She was royal blood,” I continued. “Angelic royal blood. And they think I’m connected to her directly enough to matter.”

“You are.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem.”

I rubbed my face once. “They might be trying to use you too.”

His mouth opened slightly.

Then closed.

“…Me?”

“You have my dad’s blood.”

Larry froze.

The sentence landed between us quietly.

A donation from years ago. A human act of kindness. Something that saved Larry’s life back then.

And now?

Now maybe it had painted a target on him.

Because apparently no good deed in my family was allowed to stay simple.

Larry looked down at his own hands.

His fingers flexed slowly. “So…” He gave a weak, ugly little smile. “Am I going to be a bag of blood donation?”

I stared at him. “Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.”

That made it worse.

I exhaled slowly.

“It’s still just a guess,” I said. “So I can’t say for sure.”

“For time being…” I leaned closer. “Avoid them.”

A pause.

“Any dream. Any voice. Any offer. Any light telling you it wants to make you stronger.”

Larry swallowed.

“Refuse. Don’t even respond,” I said. “Don’t bargain. Don’t listen. Don’t accept power.”

His gaze held mine.

For once, Larry didn’t argue.

He nodded. “Okay.”

But the word didn’t make me feel better.

Not really.

Because if the Light Realm had already found him once, they could find him again.

And the king had already proven he could reach into dreams like someone opening a door.

My fingers tapped once against the desk.

Now I really wanted to cut the problem from the start.

The king.

Aurelion.

I hadn’t met him face to face yet.

But the more pieces I gathered, the clearer the picture became.

He wasn’t just grieving.

He was moving.

Testing.

Reaching.

The bell rang.

The sound cut through the classroom immediately, dragging everyone into motion. Students rushed to their seats. Bags zipped. Phones vanished. A few late arrivals slipped in fast, pretending they hadn’t almost missed the start.

Larry leaned back slowly, still looking pale.

“You okay?” I asked quietly.

He looked at me.

Then gave a faint, tired smile.

“Not really.”

At least he wasn’t pretending.

I nodded once. “Same.”

He huffed softly. “Great. Shared trauma before lecture.”

“College experience.”

“Worst tuition package ever.”

That almost got a real smile out of me.

Almost.

The professor walked in.

Thankfully, not Lysathiel.

Small mercy.

Just a normal professor with glasses, a laptop bag, and the expression of a man who absolutely had no idea several dimensions were currently trying to turn his classroom into a recruitment zone.

He greeted the class. Opened slides. Started talking.

And the lesson began.

I opened my notebook automatically.

Pen in hand.

Eyes forward.

Body present.

Mind?

Absolutely not.

My brain was playing a completely different game.

The professor talked about economic behavior, decision-making models, incentives, risk structure, something I usually would’ve followed pretty easily now thanks to my boosted intelligence.

And technically? I did.

My hand moved.

I took notes.

Clean notes, actually.

Because even while my hand wrote down lecture points perfectly, my mind kept drifting elsewhere.

My pen paused.

The professor’s voice blurred again.

I glanced sideways.

Larry was pretending to take notes too.

His handwriting looked worse than usual.

His knee bounced under the desk.

Yeah.

He was scared.

Trying not to show it.

Very Larry.

I leaned slightly toward him without looking. “After class,” I whispered, “come home with me.”

Larry glanced at me. “My home?”

“Mine.”

His brows lifted. “Your house is full of demons, right?”

“And angels.”

“That does not make it better.”

“It’s safer than being alone.”

He went quiet.

Then nodded faintly.

“Okay.”