The Incubus System Chapter 1504. Readable
The Incubus System Chapter 1504. Readable
For one second, I thought I had severed something.
A string.
A command.
A leash, maybe.
Something that connected him to the king and forced his body to move like a borrowed weapon.
But then Nathan’s fingers twitched around the empty air where his sword should have been, and the one wing on his back flared again.
Not because someone pulled him.
Because he reached for it.
He grabbed that new holy power inside himself like a drowning man grabbing a blade and not caring that the edge cut his palm.
My eyes narrowed behind the silver mask.
Nathan’s breathing came rough and uneven. Sweat ran down his temple. The golden threads around his wing pulsed, but not like chains anymore. More like veins. Channels. Power lines burned into flesh too quickly.
He was hurting himself by pulling more.
And he knew it.
I held him by the collar and said, “Come home with me.”
Nathan’s lips moved.
No sound.
But I could read it clearly.
‘No’.
Then his knee shot toward my stomach.
Fast.
I let go and leaned back.
The attack missed by a finger’s width.
Nathan twisted midair, his wing beating once, and summoned his sword back into his hand with a flash of holy light.
Okay.
Still wanted to fight.
Fine. I could work with stupid.
His sword cut horizontally toward my chest.
I stepped back.
The blade missed.
Again, he attacked.
Vertical slash.
I tilted sideways.
Missed.
Thrust.
I turned my shoulder.
Missed.
Spinning cut enhanced by the wing.
I ducked under it and patted his back as he passed. “Nice spin.”
He snarled. Nice. Angry Nathan was easier to read than holy-polished Nathan.
He landed hard, feet cracking the white stone.
The arena shook slightly from the impact.
I noted it.
The pressure behind his strikes was no joke. His new power had multiplied his output. Before, Nathan’s seven light swords were annoying. Dangerous for most demons, yes, but still manageable. Now? Each swing carried enough holy force to split reinforced barriers and burn through demon flesh.
If a normal demon lord stood here, they would probably take this seriously.
If my old self stood here, I would have been sweating.
But me now?
After the abyss?
After that hell hole where creatures moved before thought, where darkness had weight, where hesitation meant pain, where my instincts got beaten, shredded, remade, and sharpened until my body reacted faster than panic?
Nathan was still too slow.
Too readable.
He had power.
But power without depth was just a bright hammer.
I teleported.
Behind him.
He swung backward immediately, trying to catch me.
Good reaction.
I wasn’t there anymore.
Beside him.
He turned.
I vanished again.
Above.
His eyes snapped upward.
He raised his sword.
I dropped, stepped lightly on the flat of his blade, and used it as a platform.
Nathan’s face froze.
I looked down at him. “Thanks.”
Then I kicked off, flipping backward before he could jerk the sword away.
He roared and fired three radiant blades from the air around his wing.
They weren’t his old seven-sword formation anymore. These were rougher. Faster. More violent. Raw power shaped into weapons by force of will.
I slid aside.
One blade passed my cheek.
Another struck the ground where my foot had been.
The third followed my movement, curving toward my back.
Tracking? Interesting.
I raised two fingers.
[Telekinesis]
The third blade stopped midair.
It trembled, struggling against my grip.
I spun my fingers lazily.
The blade turned around.
Nathan’s eyes widened.
I flicked.
The holy blade shot back toward him.
He blocked it with his sword, and the impact sent him skidding several meters across the arena floor.
I clapped once. “Good block.”
His face twisted. “You’re mocking me!” The Silence effect finally loosened completely from around his throat, and his shout tore through the arena.
“Yes.”
“At least deny it!”
I smirked. “No.”
His teeth clenched.
The one wing flared again, larger this time. Golden light exploded from behind him, feathers scattering into the air before transforming into spear-like projectiles.
He thrust his sword forward.
All forty-eight feather lances fired at once.
The air screamed.
I smiled. “Shadow Barrier.”
[You have formed a barrier lv 1.]
A black wall rose in front of me.
The first lances struck.
The barrier cracked immediately.
Holy light punched through the shadow, shards flying everywhere.
Nathan grinned. Then his grin died.
Because I wasn’t behind the barrier anymore.
I appeared beside him, crouched low.
Yeah, the barrier was a distraction.”
His head snapped down.
Too late.
I swept his legs.
Nathan hit the ground hard.
Before he could roll away, I placed one foot on his wrist.
His sword arm pinned.
He glared up at me, breathing hard.
I leaned over slightly. “Want a tip?”
“Go to hell!”
“Already trained there. Bad facilities. Rude costumer services.”
He tried to kick me.
I stepped away.
The kick missed.
He rolled to his feet, face flushed with rage.
Yeah.
He noticed now.
He finally caught it.
I was playing around. I wasn’t using full skills. I was fighting him like a cat playing with a very angry, glowing mouse.
And he hated it.
He needed to feel that gap. Not to humiliate him.
Well. Maybe slightly to humiliate him.
But mostly because if he kept thinking this new wing made him equal to me, he would keep digging himself deeper into Aurelion’s gift until the power tore him apart.
Nathan lifted his sword again.
His hands shook from rage and strain. “You think you’re superior.”
“I am superior.”
His eye twitched. “What?”
“In this fight,” I said calmly. “Yes.”
Holy light surged around him. “You arrogant demon. I will surpass you!”
He roared and charged.
The arena floor cracked beneath each step.
I let him come.
First swing.
I parried with my dark blade.
-Clang!
Second swing. I leaned away.
Third swing. I caught his wrist.
Fourth attempt, he summoned a light blade from behind me.
I tilted my head without looking.
It passed through the empty space near my ear.
I pressed two fingers against his forehead.
-Flick!
And I grinned in front of his face.