The Incubus System Chapter 1499. The Light Dimension
The Incubus System Chapter 1499. The Light Dimension
I tapped my fingers against the railing.
What if she lied?
The thought came fast.
What if she went to warn him?
What if she came back with angels?
What if she didn’t come back at all?
No.
I stopped that spiral quickly.
Lysathiel lied about many things, probably. Queens did that. Political wives definitely did that. But this?
No.
She hadn’t lied.
She was trapped, not false.
There was a difference.
Two minutes.
Three.
My jaw tightened.
I looked toward the morning yard below. Students walked across the pathway. Someone laughed. Someone dropped a notebook. A group near the entrance took selfies.
Four minutes.
My foot tapped.
Five minutes.
Light appeared behind me.
I turned instantly.
Lysathiel reappeared in a flash of white-gold radiance, human form restored but not perfectly composed.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Her hair was slightly disturbed.
Her face was calm, yes, but too pale.
Her eyes looked colder than before.
Not toward me.
Toward whatever she had just left behind.
I stepped forward. “Well?”
She looked at me.
For one heartbeat, she said nothing.
Then…
“Come with me.”
My entire body went still.
“I will take you to Nathan.”
I nodded. “Lead the way.”
Lysathiel lifted her hand.
A ring of light formed in the air between us, spinning slowly like a golden iris.
[Holy Gate Detected]
[Destination: Light Dimension (Restricted Route)]
[Access Method: Royal Guest Passage]
[Warning: Hostile Realm Pressure Expected]
I smiled faintly. “Royal guest passage, huh?”
Lysathiel glanced at me. “Do not make me regret this.”
“ I’ll behave.”
Her gaze sharpened. “Your version of behave?”
I thought about it. Then smiled. “Minimum property damage.”
The portal opened wider.
Light spilled across the rooftop.
I stepped beside her.
Before entering, Lysathiel spoke quietly. “Listen carefully. You enter as my guest. You do not attack first. You do not release demonic pressure unless I tell you. You do not insult the king.”
I looked at her.
She stared back.
I sighed. “Fine.”
“And if Aurelion provokes you?”
I smiled. “I will be incredibly mature.”
Her expression said she believed none of that.
Fair.
Then she stepped into the gate.
I followed.
The rooftop vanished behind us, swallowed by light.
And for the first time since this whole mess began, I was walking into Heaven through the front door.
As a guest.
Probably the worst guest they had ever invited.
That thought followed me as the holy gate swallowed the college rooftop behind us.
For one second, there was only light.
This was layered light. Thick. Soft. Heavy. It wrapped around my skin like warm silk, but beneath that warmth, there was pressure. A judgmental pressure. Like the dimension itself looked at me, sniffed once, and went, ‘Hmm. Suspicious’.
Fair.
I was suspicious.
The gate tunnel stretched ahead like a corridor made from stained glass and dawn. White-gold patterns rotated around us, forming circles, wings, scripture-like symbols, and fragments of old prayers I couldn’t read. Every step didn’t feel like stepping on the ground. It felt like walking across a surface made of sound.
Lysathiel walked ahead of me.
The light touched my chest.
My arms.
My throat.
Then a sharp pressure squeezed my core.
[Holy Realm Pressure Detected]
[Demonic Power Suppression: 10%]
[Holy Core Compatibility: Stable]
[Threat Level: Manageable]
I exhaled.
Only ten percent.
Not bad.
Meaning this place wasn’t truly hostile toward me.
If the Light Dimension wanted to reject me completely, I’d probably be coughing blood by now while the gate screamed unclean and spat me back into the human world like spoiled food.
So yeah.
Ten percent was decent.
But that didn’t mean it liked me.
It just meant it tolerated me.
Big difference.
The gate finally opened.
And I stepped out.
This time, no weird forest.
No suspiciously perfect magical wildlife.
Nor invisible fan trying to throw me down from the sky.
Progress.
Instead, I arrived at a city.
A real city.
The Light Dimension version of a capital.
And yeah…
I hated admitting it.
But it was beautiful.
Not my style, but beautiful.
The city stretched beneath a pearl-white sky filled with drifting golden clouds. Towers rose like spears of ivory and crystal, curved and elegant, every edge glowing faintly with holy runes. Bridges floated between buildings, made from light so clear they looked like frozen water. Streams ran through the streets, but they didn’t reflect the sky, they glowed from within, flowing like liquid dawn.
Angels moved everywhere.
Some flew overhead with wide luminous wings. Some walked along the white stone streets in robes and armor. Some stood at balconies, talking calmly like this wasn’t a place that kidnapped students from toilets.
Honestly, rude contrast.
It reminded me of the Demon World capital in structure.
But where the Demon Capital felt like a throne carved from night, blood, and ambition, this place felt like a cathedral pretending it didn’t have prisons.
Beautiful.
Orderly.
Lysathiel glanced at me.
Then her eyes moved from my face to my body. “You need to make yourself look better.”
I looked down.
Right.
I was still in my nephilim form. My aura probably looked like a crime scene to angelic senses.
I didn’t answer, but yeah. I got it.
“Camouflage,” I muttered.
[You have activated your Camouflage skill.]
A cold ripple passed over my skin.
My horns vanished before they even had the chance to be visible. My tail disappeared.
Then my wings… One of my wings to be exact. No demon wing. Just two angel wings, white with faint silver edges, spreading behind me like I actually belonged here.
My clothes changed too.
The dark outfit dissolved into layered white fabric, simple but elegant, with silver embroidery tracing the sleeves and collar. A silver mask formed over my face, covering the upper half, smooth and expressionless except for narrow eye openings.
Perfect.
I looked like an angel.
A mysterious one.
Maybe a suspicious one.
But still an angel.
The only minus?
I couldn’t create a halo.
I glanced upward. Nothing.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “No holy head accessory.”