The Incubus System Chapter 893. Failed Product III

The Incubus System Chapter 893. Failed Product III

The two individuals escorted me out of the room. However, I knew that dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. Instead, I focused on the practicalities of the situation as they led me away.

They guided me, leading me through the sterile corridors of the facility. The fluorescent lights overhead cast stark shadows against the white walls, lending an eerie atmosphere to our journey.

Eventually, we reached the entrance of the building, where a sleek black car awaited us. The two individuals guided me towards the vehicle. Without a word, they opened the door and gestured for me to climb inside.

Once I settled into the backseat of the car, one of them approached me and covered my eyes with a cloth. It was a precautionary measure, I assumed, to prevent me from seeing our surroundings as we departed.

With my vision obscured, I could only rely on my other senses to navigate the journey. The hum of the engine, the gentle sway of the car, and the faint scent of leather upholstery filled the air as we set off once again.

‘This should be over, right?’ I muttered to myself, a hopeful tone lacing my thoughts. I couldn't help but yearn for the end of this ordeal, eager to break free from the confines of the demon hunter organization's grasp.

With Ethan Strongheart out of the picture, I hoped to reclaim my freedom and live my days without the looming threat of manipulation or coercion. Yet, deep down, I knew that complete liberation was a lofty goal, one that might never fully materialize.

The organization's initial plan had been to keep me under lock and key for a few days, monitoring my condition to ensure the effectiveness of the vaccine. However, my persuasive tactics had swayed their decision, convincing them that my abilities would remain dormant indefinitely.

Despite their apparent acceptance of my lack of power, I remained wary of their intentions. I had no doubt that they would continue to keep a close eye on me, sending spies or agents to monitor my every move. But I was prepared to turn the tables, using my own skills to manipulate them and forge unlikely alliances.

A notification popped up, and Mrs. Clea's voice echoed in my mind, catching me off guard.

‘You're finished already?’ she exclaimed, surprise evident in her tone.

‘Yeah, and it was a total bust,’ I grumbled in response, frustration coloring my words.

Her concern was palpable as she continued, ‘But that was way too quick. The plan was for you to be laid up for at least three days.’

I rolled my eyes mentally, imagining the sheer boredom of being stuck in bed for that long. ‘Come on, three days? I've been chilling for over four hours already. That's gotta count for something,’ I replied, a hint of irritation seeping into my voice.

The thought of spending three days cooped up in a sterile room with nothing to do was enough to make me shudder. Plus, it would definitely raise suspicions if I suddenly vanished from the scene for that long. Who knows what chaos could unfold in the meantime?

‘Yeah, it was pretty speedy, I'll give you that,’ I conceded, scratching my head. ‘But once I got what I needed, I was ready to bounce.’

Mrs. Clea's voice held a hint of reproach as she responded, ‘But they've already given me the report. It's too soon.’

I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath. ‘Yeah, well, I may have fast-tracked the whole thing a bit,’ I admitted sheepishly. ‘But hey, can you blame me? Sitting around in that lab was driving me nuts.’

I leaned back in my seat, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. ‘Anyway, I did a little memory tweaking to cover my tracks. So, no harm done, right?’

Mrs. Clea sighed audibly. ‘You know, you could've let them stew a bit longer. Let them think they were getting somewhere before pulling the rug out from under them.’

I shrugged nonchalantly. ‘Eh, where's the fun in that? Besides, they didn't seem too keen on keeping me around for the long haul anyway.’

She paused for a moment before responding, ‘Well, they should've reported your release to the senators by now.’

‘Well, sorry about that,’ I replied sheepishly, feeling a pang of guilt at the annoyance evident in Mrs. Clea's voice. ‘I might've rushed things a bit too much.’

She let out a sigh, the weariness in her tone palpable. ‘Let's just hope it doesn't come back to bite us,’ she said resignedly.

I nodded in agreement, even though she couldn't see me. ‘Definitely. And hey, thanks for having my back on this,’ I added sincerely.

‘No problem,’ she responded, her tone softening slightly. ‘I'll do what I can to smooth things over with the senators and make sure this whole debacle doesn't blow up in our faces.’

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of causing her more work. ‘I owe you one,’ I muttered, mentally making a note to find a way to repay her.

‘Don't worry about it,’ she replied reassuringly. ‘Just focus on laying low for now. I'll handle the rest.’

‘Yeah, I'll keep it low-key,’ I assured her, feeling a sense of relief at having cleared things up with Mrs. Clea and my contact. ‘Thanks for the heads up.’

With our telepathic conversation concluded, I took a moment to collect my thoughts and pondered my next move. The possibilities seemed endless, but I knew I had to prioritize.

My first instinct was to free Puriel. After all, she'd been imprisoned for far too long. Plus, having her by my side would undoubtedly strengthen my position and give me an invaluable ally in the days to come.

But then again, influencing the senators could also be a game-changer. With their support, I could wield significant political power and influence decisions that would benefit me and my goals. It was a tempting prospect, to say the least.