The Incubus System Chapter 1519. Why Does Trouble Always Write My Name in The Contact List?
The Incubus System Chapter 1519. Why Does Trouble Always Write My Name in The Contact List?
Celia went quiet.
The restaurant noise moved around us, kids laughing, workers calling orders, chairs scraping, oil frying. Normal human life didn’t care that I had just described ruining someone’s worth in front of a king.
That made it worse somehow.
“Then,” I said, “I siphoned his angelic power.”
Celia’s eyes widened.
There it was.
That little shock.
Not fear.
Just the sudden understanding that despite the chair jokes, despite Damina, despite Nathan’s stupid crush, what happened in the Light Dimension wasn’t funny.
I leaned back and stared at the tray.
“It was the power the king gave him. Not his original demon hunter power. I left that. I’m not that cruel.”
A pause.
Then I laughed once without humor.
“Okay. I was cruel. But not completely.”
Celia said nothing.
Well, if she tried to comfort me too fast, I might get emotional, and I absolutely refused to be emotionally vulnerable in front of fries.
“And the queen,” I continued, “altered his memory.”
Celia’s serious face cracked slightly. “Okay, but there’s no way she altered him into losing to a chair.”
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
I took one fry.
“No,” I said. “That was me.”
Celia stared.
I dipped the fry into ketchup. “I have a grudge on him now.”
“Brother.”
“So yeah. I told him he lost to a chair.” I ate the fry. “I hoped he would feel shame.”
Celia’s lips pressed together hard. Trying not to laugh. Traitor.
“But instead…” I cringed so hard my soul folded inward. “He fell in love with me.”
Celia lost the fight and snorted.
I glared. “Why?” I demanded. “Am I cursed?”
“Yes,” she said immediately.
“Celia.”
“But not in the way you think.”
I narrowed my eyes.
She pointed at me with a nugget. “Bro, you should see yourself.”
“I do. Unfortunately.”
“No, I mean Damina. You took the female version of Damian.”
I looked away. “So?”
“So?” Celia repeated, like I had just asked why fire was hot. “Damian is hot as a guy. Obviously his female version is hot as a woman.”
I deadpanned.
She continued mercilessly, “Sharp face, dangerous eyes, pretty mouth, scary elegant aura. You basically created a dark romance heroine and handed her to a traumatized demon hunter with memory problems.”
I slowly lowered my burger. “That sentence should be illegal.”
“It’s accurate.”
“I hate accuracy.”
“Besides,” she added, sipping her cola float, “you should have just taken him home as yourself. Just be Ethan.”
I stared at her. Deadpanned. Flat. Soulless.
“I’m trying to avoid responsibility here.”
Celia stared back.
I pointed to my chest. “Look. Ethan did nothing. Ethan is weak. Ethan is a normal student who got kidnapped from a toilet and somehow survived.”
“That is not normal.”
“Compared to Damian? Normal enough.”
She rolled her eyes.
“And suddenly,” I continued, “Jenny made me her emergency contact when Nathan disappeared. Why? Why me? Of all people? Why does trouble always write my name in the contact list?”
Celia’s expression softened a little. “About that…”
I didn’t like that tone.
“What?”
She stirred her cola float with the straw.
“Seems like Nathan thought you and him were kind of the same.”
I blinked. “No.”
“Related to the Demon Hunter Association,” she said. “Potential holy weapon for the Association. You survived the Angel Project. And they let you go without doing anything to you.”
“Celia.”
“So you’re the only person who isn’t a demon hunter but received the vaccine and the Association let you roam around.”
I stared at her.
She stared back.
I hated that she made sense.
I really hated it.
Because yeah.
From Nathan’s perspective, I was an anomaly.
A failed or successful holy weapon candidate. And the Association didn’t lock me away.
Didn’t recruit me properly.
Didn’t kill me.
They let me live.
So if Nathan thought something happened to him because of the Association, the Light Realm, holy power, or demons…
Maybe Ethan Strongheart would be the one person outside the system who could understand.
Still stupid.
But understandable stupid.
I deadpanned harder. “Yeah. Right.”
Then I ate again.
Because I had enough of this.
Celia took a sip from her cola float. Then said casually, “You know what’s worse?”
My chewing stopped. I closed my eyes. “Why would you say that?”
“What?”
“Those words. That sentence. That is never safe,” I whined.
She smiled. Annoying. Little sister evil.
I slowly opened my eyes. “What?”
Her grin appeared. The one that said she was about to stab me with information and enjoy the splash.
“He thought you followed him.”
I frowned. “Huh?”
“You. Ethan.” She pointed at me with a fry. “He thought you followed him and Damina here.”
My brain went silent. Very silent. Like all the tiny workers inside my head dropped their tools and left the building.
“That’s why he got mad and stared at you.”
I stared at her. “Huh???”
Celia nodded, delighted by my suffering. “He came out after Damina left, looking for her.”
My hand slowly lowered my burger. “He what?”
“He wanted to ask for her number.”
The world tilted slightly.
“He didn’t find her,” Celia continued, far too happily. “Instead, he found you. Eating here.”
I stared.
“So he assumed Ethan was following them.”
“No.”
“He thinks Ethan is obsessed with Damina like he is obsessed with her.”
I froze.
This was bullshit!
No, this was beyond bullshit!
This was premium-grade divine livestock waste delivered with holy certification.
My soul left my body, saw the situation, said ‘no thank you’, and tried to leave the restaurant.
Celia patted my shoulder. “Congratulations, brother.”
I looked at her slowly.
She smiled with all the warmth of a demon signing adoption papers for disaster. “You just created a new form of love triangle.”
My soul felt deleted to nothing. Like someone highlighted my existence and pressed backspace.
I covered my face with both hands. “I want to go back to Light Dimension’s customs.”
Celia laughed. “Don’t say that. The angels might hear you.”
“I survived them. I may not survive this.”
She stole a fry from my tray.
I didn’t stop her.
I was too damaged.