The Incubus System Chapter 1482. Homework
The Incubus System Chapter 1482. Homework
I raised my hand again.
“Portal.”
[You have opened a portal.]
The black doorway opened beside the new coffee table, rippling quietly.
Larry stepped toward it, then paused and looked back at me.
His grin softened into something more sincere. “Thanks, bud.”
I huffed. “Don’t thank me yet. Tonight you might get dream-interrogated by angels.”
“Yeah, but with health benefits, a grade boost, and supernatural insurance.”
I smiled despite myself. “Go home, idiot.”
Larry stepped through the portal.
Red barked sadly as it closed.
And the second Larry disappeared, I looked at Puriel and Astra.
“Okay,” I said quietly.
No jokes now.
“Please tell me he’s going to be okay.”
My voice came out softer than I wanted.
Not weak.
Just… tired.
Astra looked at me.
For once, she didn’t give me a lecture about risk, duty, or divine protocol. She simply stood there, arms folded, expression serious.
“He will.”
I looked at her.
She continued, “If the king wanted to kill him, he would have done it without hesitation.”
That should not have been comforting.
At all.
That sentence was awful.
But weirdly?
It helped.
Because I had thought the same thing.
So this wasn’t execution.
Not yet.
“I see…” I muttered. “Thanks.”
Astra nodded once.
“I also thought the same,” I admitted. “But I’m not sure.”
Her gaze softened by the smallest amount. “Do not worry.”
I almost laughed.
Because that was impossible.
Still, I nodded.
“Yeah.”
Then I rubbed my face and forced myself to move forward before my thoughts found another cliff to jump off.
“I’ll take a bath,” I said. “Then… homework.”
Syntyche blinked.
Nefaris stared.
Both demon queens reacted like I had just said I was going to voluntarily enter a coffin filled with taxes.
“Homework?” Syntyche repeated.
Nefaris tilted her head. “How boring.”
“Extremely boring,” Syntyche agreed.
Astra looked at me like she had the bigger question. “You still do that? You are being hunted by Heaven, protected by demons, tied to two royal bloodlines, and possibly central to a resurrection plot. And you are doing homework.”
“I’m a student.”
Astra’s expression said she wanted to understand me but was beginning to suspect I was an unsolvable species.
I shrugged. “I mean… I just want to finish my study.”
Celia leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching me quietly.
I looked away first. “Even though I know this might be useless.”
The words settled in my own chest.
Yeah.
Useless.
What was the point of a degree when I might end up ruling the Dark Dimension? Or fighting the Light King? Or becoming some weird forbidden heir no realm wanted but both realms needed?
Still.
The thought of quitting made something stubborn inside me resist.
“It’s just my ego,” I said, softer. “That’s all.”
Puriel smiled faintly. “An ego can also be an anchor.”
I glanced at her.
She was right.
Annoyingly, sweetly right.
College was useless in the grand scheme of dimensional politics.
But it was mine.
Something I chose.
Something Dad would have wanted me to finish.
“Then…” I continued, “after that, I guess I’ll focus more on the Dark Dimension.”
Nefaris smiled like she had been waiting for those words.
Syntyche’s eyes gleamed. “Our prince slowly accepts his throne.”
“I said focus more, not immediately become dramatic king with throne pose.”
Syntyche placed one hand on her cheek. “But you would look lovely on a throne.”
“I look lovely sitting on a plastic classroom chair too.”
Celia hummed from the kitchen. “Or you can become a playboy here in the human world.”
I turned slowly toward my little sister. “…What?”
She shrugged like she had just suggested buying bread.
“You already have many women.”
I stared at her. Suggesting playboy career path as if it was a reasonable alternative to dimensional politics.
I thought about it for a while.
Then nodded slowly.
“Well… not a bad idea after all the fighting.”
Celia deadpanned, “I wasn’t fully serious.”
“Too late. I considered it.” Then I turned and headed upstairs.
I opened my bedroom door.
And stopped.
My bedroom was gone.
Well, no.
It was still physically there.
Same space. Same window. Same walls.
But my room?
My poor, normal, student room?
Dead.
Replaced.
Murdered by wealth.
The bed was bigger now.
Dark sheets, soft-looking enough to trap a man for three days. The frame was black wood carved with subtle red patterns that looked demonic but tasteful. The floor had a thick rug. My old desk had been replaced by something elegant and heavy, with storage compartments and a polished surface that made homework look like royal paperwork.
The walls had darker wallpaper now too, but not the same as the living room. This one had faint silver webs under the light.
Near the window, there was a hammock.
Not a normal hammock.
A silk-thread hammock, suspended beautifully from the wall and ceiling in a way that screamed ‘spider queen privilege’.
I stared at it.
Then my gaze moved.
To the wall.
There was a coffin.
Mounted.
On my wall.
An actual coffin.
Black, polished, silver-edged, elegant, absurdly expensive, and completely insane.
I slowly closed my eyes.
Opened them.
Still coffin.
My wardrobe?
Gone.
Just disappeared.
Instead, there was a smaller dark cabinet near the wall. More stylish. Less practical. It probably held only chosen clothes.
At first, annoyance rose.
Then I opened the cabinet.
And stopped.
Inside were my important clothes.
Not many.
The ones with memories.
Dad’s old jacket.
A shirt Celia once bought me with her saved money.
My college hoodie.
A few worn pieces I never threw away because they carried parts of my life no expensive fabric could replace.
They had kept them.
Carefully.
Neatly.
Not thrown away.
My annoyance softened.
A little.
I muttered, “I don’t feel like a student anymore.”
The room answered with silence.
Luxurious, gothic, emotionally confusing silence.
Then the door behind me moved.
I didn’t turn yet.
I already knew.
The air changed.
Perfume.
Blood-sweet elegance.
Silk-dark temptation.
Nefaris entered first. Syntyche followed, her smile slow and dangerous, eyes gliding over my face like she had been waiting to see my reaction.