The Incubus System Chapter 889. Angel Creation Project V

The Incubus System Chapter 889. Angel Creation Project V

An hour dragged by, the steady flow of holy liquid permeating my body. But despite the passage of time, the display in front of me remained stubbornly unchanged.

[Fusion is in progress...]

[1%...]

One percent. That tiny number mocked me from the screen, refusing to budge even an inch. I sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as I watched the stagnant display. It was like watching paint dry, only infinitely more aggravating.

Meanwhile, the medical devices surrounding me beeped in a chorus of false alarms, their readings indicating normalcy. It was all a charade, a carefully orchestrated illusion crafted by the doctors’ hands. Every beep, every blip, all meticulously were fakes.

So, there I was, lying on this bed like a guinea pig in a science experiment gone wrong, while the progress bar mocked me with its stubborn refusal to budge. It was like watching paint dry, except with potentially life-altering consequences.

‘I feel like I'm watching a stuck download file,’ I muttered to myself, frustration simmering beneath the surface. If only I could hit refresh and magically jumpstart the process, but life wasn't a video game with a reset button.

And honestly, doubts started creeping in. Was this holy liquid really the magic bullet to break my angelic seal? Sure, the announcement claimed it was possible, but the reality felt more like I was downloading an incomplete file – all anticipation and no payoff.

But hey, no harm in giving it a shot, right? I mean, I was already knee-deep in this bizarre experiment, and dodging them wasn't exactly a sustainable strategy. Besides, their spies were like persistent little gnats, buzzing around no matter where I went. Might as well see this through and hope for the best.

I resigned myself to the situation, letting them inject their concoction into my veins and crossing my fingers for some miraculous outcome. Whether it worked or not remained to be seen, but I wasn't about to let my doubts derail me now. Worst-case scenario? I'd just tweak their memories a bit, make it look like their grand experiment was a flop, and slip away into the shadows.

Yeah, it was a gamble, but what in life wasn't? And if nothing else, at least it made for one heck of a story to tell later – assuming I lived to tell it.

I shifted my gaze to one of the doctors, my demeanor calm and composed. In a situation like this, showing any hint of agitation or suspicion would be like waving a red flag. So, I plastered on my best poker face and made sure to keep my tone soft and even.

"Excuse me," I addressed him, my voice a steady murmur. It was crucial to maintain an air of nonchalance, despite the surreal circumstances unfolding around me. I couldn't afford to tip my hand or reveal any inkling of my true intentions.

The doctor turned his attention toward me, his posture relaxed as he remained seated. "Yes? Do you need anything, Ethan?" he inquired, his tone casual and devoid of urgency.

I seized the opportunity, masking my ulterior motives beneath a veil of innocence. "My hand's feeling a bit itchy," I explained, my gaze subtly directing his attention to the offending limb. It was a simple request, one that seemed harmless enough on the surface.

Without missing a beat, I subtly gestured to the area with my eyes, hoping to convey my discomfort without drawing undue attention. It was a delicate dance of manipulation, a carefully orchestrated attempt to divert their focus even for just a fleeting moment.

“Okay.” The doctor nodded, a hint of understanding flickering across his features. Rising from his seat, he approached me with measured steps, his movements calculated and deliberate. As he reached my side, his hand extended toward my outstretched limb, ready to offer relief to my supposed discomfort.

Once his fingers lightly grazed my hand, I locked eyes with him, my mind already formulating the next move. 'Manipulation,' I whispered internally, activating my skill. Instantly, a subtle shift came over him, his expression blanking out as if someone had hit the pause button on his consciousness.

[A human is in your Manipulation skill’s influence!]

With a surge of adrenaline, I seized the opportunity to issue my command. ‘Speed up the liquid flow,’ I instructed, my voice steady despite the rush of excitement coursing through me.

He nodded in compliance, his movements obediently aligning with my directive. "I think we have to speed up the liquid flow," he announced to the others, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

The rest of the room sprung into action, a sense of curiosity rippling through their ranks. "Why? Did something happen to him?" one of them queried, his interest piqued by the sudden change in demeanor.

But the doctor remained unfazed, smoothly deflecting their suspicions with practiced ease. "Nothing," he replied smoothly, his voice betraying no hint of the clandestine exchange that had just transpired. "It's just that the liquid is too slow," he continued, seamlessly transitioning into an explanation that masked our covert communication.

Without missing a beat, he adjusted the settings, the flow of holy liquid hastening to match my command. The change was palpable, the liquid now cascading through the tubes with newfound vigor.

"What if something happens to him? We have to check the situation first," one of them piped up, his words laden with apprehension.

But the doctor by my side remained steadfast in his assurance. "You see him. He's fine. Everything is stable. If something happens, I will stop it," he asserted, his tone firm and resolute.

Despite his reassurances, another member of the group approached me, his expression etched with worry. "How do you feel? Do you feel sick or something?" he inquired, genuine concern evident in his voice.

I met his gaze with a calm demeanor, masking any hint of discomfort or uncertainty. "I'm fine. I feel great," I replied evenly, my words a practiced facade designed to quell their concerns. In truth, the only sensation coursing through me was the warm embrace of the holy liquid, its presence growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

But then, the announcement changed.

[2%...]

'Hmm... let's see how far this can take me,' I mused internally, a wry smirk playing at the corners of my lips.