The Incubus System Chapter 890. Angel Creation Project VI

The Incubus System Chapter 890. Angel Creation Project VI

The hours dragged on and the holy liquid continued its relentless march into my body, I found myself growing increasingly restless. With each passing moment, my system’s display taunted me with its stubborn refusal to budge.

[Fusion is in progress…]

[15%...]

I couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh, my hopes sinking like a stone in the pit of my stomach. 'I should have known it would end like this,' I chided myself inwardly, recalling Puriel's ominous warnings. She had cautioned me against placing too much faith in this crappy vaccine, and now his words echoed with painful clarity.

It was hard not to feel a twinge of disappointment, despite my best efforts to remain stoic. After all, the announcement had sparked a glimmer of hope within me, igniting fantasies of newfound power and freedom. But now, faced with the stark reality of the situation, those dreams crumbled like sandcastles in the tide.

With a resigned shake of my head, I acknowledged the futility of my expectations. Perhaps I had allowed myself to entertain the possibility of success too readily, ignoring the nagging voice of doubt that whispered in the recesses of my mind.

But dwelling on regrets was a luxury I couldn't afford. Instead, I chose to focus on the present moment, steeling myself for the inevitable disappointment that lay ahead. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I refused to let it consume me entirely.

With a resigned shrug, my thoughts swirled with a mix of resignation and lingering uncertainty. 'Well, just wait until all of them enter my body and see if something happens,' I mused inwardly, my tone tinged with a hint of skepticism.

A heavy silence punctuated only by the steady hum of medical devices and the occasional murmur of conversation among the doctors. I watched from my prone position on the medic bed as they hovered around me, their brows furrowed in concentration and confusion.

Each of them seemed to be fixated on the array of monitors and gauges that surrounded me, their eyes darting back and forth as they meticulously monitored my vital signs. Occasionally, one of them would jot down notes, their pens scratching against the surface of their notepads in hurried strokes.

Despite their efforts, the expressions on their faces betrayed a sense of bewilderment and uncertainty. It was clear that my condition had left them puzzled, their attempts to decipher the enigma of my abnormal state proving fruitless thus far.

Amidst the hushed whispers and subdued murmurs that filled the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the proceedings. After all, I knew the truth– that the holy liquid coursing through my veins was a potent concoction of angelic force and human mana.

As a Nephilim, I possessed a unique affinity for such energies, my hybrid nature allowing me to absorb them with ease. And while the doctors struggled to comprehend the lack of visible change in my condition, I remained unruffled.

I remembered what had happened in Myra's laboratory. Back then, the pain had been unbearable, each infusion of mana sending searing waves of agony coursing through my body.

But now, with my newfound strength and resilience, I felt none of the familiar pangs of suffering. Instead, I lay in quiet repose, my body absorbing the angelic essence with a calm detachment that bordered on indifference.

The doctors continued to confer amongst themselves, their voices low and urgent..

With a resigned sigh, I watched as the last drop of the holy liquid trickled into my body, only to be met with a disappointing announcement flashing before me.

[Fusion has failed!]

[All the Mana will be converted into your status points!]

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. 'Yep... as expected,' I thought to myself, my demeanor surprisingly calm in the face of yet another setback. But hey, at least I got free status points. That was not bad, right? And what I needed to do was lay down like a baby.

Once again, the doctors approached me, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity, I couldn't help but marvel at the irony of the situation. Here they were, the supposed experts, seeking reassurance from the very subject of their experimentation.

"How are you feeling, Ethan?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern as he studied me intently.

I offered them a reassuring smile, my tone casual as I replied, "I'm feeling fine, actually. No sickness, no strange sensations, nothing out of the ordinary."

Their brows furrowed in perplexity, clearly puzzled by my lack of any discernible symptoms. "Are you sure? You don't feel any discomfort or unease?" another doctor chimed in, his tone laced with skepticism.

I shook my head, my expression unwavering as I reiterated, "I'm sure. I feel perfectly normal."

Then, the doctors proceeded to untie the restraints that had kept me tethered to the medic bed. Their movements were deliberate and careful.

"Alright, Ethan, let's start with some simple movements," one of them instructed, his tone gentle yet authoritative. "Can you wiggle your fingers for me?"

I complied without hesitation, flexing my fingers and watching as they moved effortlessly in response to my commands. The doctors nodded in approval, their expressions softening as they witnessed my ease of motion.

"Good, now try moving your arms," another doctor chimed in, gesturing for me to raise my arms above my head.

I obliged, lifting my arms with practiced ease.

"Alright, Ethan, now let's see if you can stand up," the head doctor instructed, his voice tinged with cautious optimism.

I shifted my weight onto my feet. My legs held steady, supporting my weight without faltering. The doctors watched intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity and relief as they witnessed my successful transition from lying to standing.

“Very good,” the doctor said.

Just after those words out of his mouth, with a hiss of pressurized air, the wall before us slid open, revealing another room bathed in harsh fluorescent light. My gaze swept over the scene before me, taking in the sight of several targets lined up in neat rows, their surfaces gleaming under the harsh illumination.

The room itself was sparse, devoid of any decoration or embellishment, save for the array of targets that adorned its walls.