The Incubus System Chapter 903. Cabin Fever

The Incubus System Chapter 903. Cabin Fever

I let out an exasperated sigh. Dealing with the Colossal Eye was like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces – infuriatingly difficult and endlessly frustrating.

"Look, I'm just trying to understand," I said, trying to keep my tone calm despite my growing irritation. "If you can't or won't help me, just say so. But at least give me a reason why."

But the Colossal Eye vanished without a word. It was like talking to a brick wall – frustrating and utterly pointless. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his silent departure.

"Hey!" I called out, my voice echoing in the empty bathroom. But it was no use.

I opened my eyes and glanced around, half expecting to see him still lingering in the room. And sure enough, there he was, his massive eye peering through the dimensional crack. But before I could say anything, the crack began to shrink, and with it, the Eye disappeared from view.

Once again, I let out another sigh, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Peeking on me in the bath, huh? Talk about invasion of privacy," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

But in all seriousness, the encounter with the Colossal Eye left me feeling unsettled. There was something about the way he spoke, the cryptic messages he delivered, that made me wary. It was like trying to decipher a puzzle with missing pieces – frustrating and futile.

Pun intended. He had hinted at calamity, at danger looming on the horizon, and I couldn't help but wonder what he knew that I didn't.

But then again, maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe the Colossal Eye was just another strange entity in a world full of strange entities, with no real significance beyond his bizarre appearances and cryptic warnings.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath. It was no use getting worked up over something I couldn't control. If the Colossal Eye wanted to talk, he would come to me again. And when he did, I would be ready.

"Yeah, talk about cabin fever," I muttered to myself, thinking about the Colossal Eye's odd behavior. Being cooped up in one place for who knows how long would drive anyone a little loopy, I supposed. As long as he kept his weirdness contained to our little chats, I could deal with it.

The fact that he didn’t notice Celia's presence was a bit of a relief. It meant that she was safe from his prying eyes, at least for now. I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for one less thing to worry about.

With that reassuring thought in mind, I sank further into the warm embrace of the bathwater, letting its soothing warmth wash over me. Maybe the Colossal Eye wasn't so bad after all, I mused. Just a lonely, misunderstood giant eyeball trying to make sense of the world.

With a quick gulp, I finished the last of my tea, setting the empty cup aside. The warmth of the bathwater was losing its appeal, and the urgency of my upcoming tasks weighed heavily on my mind.

I wasted no time scrubbing myself clean, the bath bomb fizzling out as I rinsed off under the steady stream of warm water. There was no point in lingering any longer; relaxation would have to wait for another time.

Stepping out of the bath, I quickly dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my waist, not bothering with any elaborate rituals. With a sense of purpose driving me forward, I climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. Despite the weariness that threatened to drag me under, my mind buzzed with plans and strategies.

With heavy steps, I made my way to the bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. The clock on the wall showed the time past 1:00 AM. Despite the late hour, sleep beckoned to me like a siren's call.

Thankfully, my body seemed to agree, and I found myself drifting off to sleep soon after sinking into the soft mattress. The events of the day melted away as I succumbed to the embrace of slumber, my mind finally finding respite from the chaos of the waking world.

As soon as possible, I felt the familiar tug of Puriel's dream spell, pulling me into her realm once again. Unlike the intrusive presence of the Colossal Eye, Puriel's gentle pull was a welcome comfort, drawing me into her dreams with ease.

There wasn't much chatter between us. I was too drained to engage in deep conversation, and Puriel seemed to sense that. Instead, she simply listened to me ramble on about my frustrations and exhaustion, offering quiet understanding and empathy in return.

I vented about how reading the minds of politicians had left me feeling disillusioned and distrustful of humanity. It was like peeling back the layers of a rotten onion, revealing all the corruption and deceit lurking beneath the surface. Puriel didn't offer any grand solutions or words of wisdom, but her presence alone was enough to provide some measure of comfort.

In the dim light of her dream world, she sat beside me. She gently encouraged me to lay my head in her lap, and I compiled without hesitation. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about her care and concern for me.

She stroked my hair with gentle fingers. I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for me, allowing myself to be cared for and comforted by another. In that moment, I didn't have to be the powerful demon lord or the fearsome protector—I could just be me, weary and in need of solace.

‘I should visit Camila,’ I mused, feeling a pang of longing for her comforting presence. But then another thought crept into my mind, ‘Or better... Lilieth...’ Somehow it made me think that I was too spoiled for this. But well, at least this was enough to make my mind much calmer and make me think straight.