The Incubus System Chapter 888. Angel Creation Project IV

The Incubus System Chapter 888. Angel Creation Project IV

I lowered my head, letting the weight of their fabricated tales sink in. "No... I never thought... I never thought he was a demon hunter," I confessed, my voice carrying a dramatic undertone. The revelation, or rather the staged revelation, seemed to catch me off guard, as if I were learning about my father's secret life for the first time. I played the part with a sad face.

"Yes," he responded, his tone sympathetic, "that's why we offer you to become a demon hunter like him." The words hung in the air, promising strength, purpose, and a chance to unlock my untapped holy power. His promise, sweetened like honey, dangled before me, a tempting lure in the elaborate act they were orchestrating.

"We will train you," he continued, the offer unfolding like a well-rehearsed script. "But first, you have to receive an injection that gives you strength. That will unlock your holy power," he emphasized, the allure of enhanced abilities and the promise of revenge tantalizingly within reach.

Their narrative took a strategic turn, smoothly transitioning into an assurance of my qualifications. "We have checked your health and made sure you have matched the qualifications," another chimed in, their words carefully crafted. "We even believe you can do more than him. Do you agree to accept this power, Ethan? Do you agree to become a demon hunter like your father? Do you want to take your revenge on them?"

The question hung in the air, a pivotal moment in their grand performance. I looked up, eyes reflecting a mixture of contemplation and vulnerability.

In moments like these, normal people would be bombarding them with questions.

Like, ‘How’s this whole procedure gonna go down? What's my life gonna look like on the flip side of this injection? What about Celia? Can I still binge-watch Netplik or kiss my student days goodbye?’

Those were the legit questions I should've thrown their way before accepting this offer that seemed way too good to be true. But, I didn’t need that kind of hassle.

So there I was, channeling my inner dumbness, ready to jump straight into the abyss without a care in the world. I lowered my IQ and pretended I trusted them 100% completely.

"Yes, I'm ready!" I declared, a resolute tone in my voice, like a kid willingly following the kidnapper for a candy offering.

“Very well,” came the voice, cool as a cucumber. "Now lay down, our special doctors will work their magic," he said, all casual-like, as if we were prepping for a spa day or something.

I eyed the medic bed, a flicker of hesitation dancing in my eyes. This was the point of no return. Taking a deep breath, I finally approached the bed, each step measured, a calculated display of reluctance.

There was a theatrical pause as I stood beside the bed, an unspoken moment where the room seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a feigned resolve, I climbed onto the bed and lay down, my movements deliberate and filled with anticipation.

Once I positioned myself, more figures entered the room, masked and clad in operation attire. Their faces were obscured.

“Just relax,” one of them instructed me, assuring me this would be a walk in the park. Yet, the air buzzed with a subtle tension, a cue for the impending twist in this bizarre narrative.

To my surprise, instead of the anticipated injection, they began securing me to the bed. Straps tightened around my wrists and ankles, and the room tilted into a momentary chaos. Panic crept into my voice, a carefully crafted performance. “Why are you tying me up?!” I said in panic.

"It'll hurt a bit," came their ominous response.

My pulse quickened, and I widened my eyes in a feigned surge of panic. The scenario had escalated, and the bindings felt like the threads of a dark undercurrent weaving through this peculiar ordeal.

One of them pressed a button and the room transformed. A section unfolded, revealing a colossal glass tube of silver liquid. My eyes narrowed, scanning the room's new feature. Holy power emanated from the liquid, but it paled in comparison to Puriel's real deal. Suppressing a cringe, I couldn't shake the thought, 'Injection, huh? That's not an injection. It looks like you want to replace all my blood with that holy liquid,' I mused internally, a cynical smirk playing on my lips. If I were just a regular human, this stunt would've been a one-way ticket to the afterlife.

The atmosphere crackled with an anticipatory hum as they pulled my bed near the silver liquid. Their hands moved with precision, fastening medical control devices to various points on my body, securing the connection points that would connect me to the holy liquid.

A medical needle, gleaming under the lights, hovered over my skin, poised for the unconventional injection. I tensed, the cool metal making contact with my veins, and a subtle shiver ran through me. The connection was established, a bridge between my existence and the reservoir of holy power.

"We'll give you a light dose. Tell us if it’s hurt," one of them assured, his voice echoing in the chamber. The promise hung in the air like an unspoken pact between experimenter and subject.

Then, it began. The holy liquid, a cascade of silvery brilliance, trickled through the medical needle and into my veins. A warmth unfurled within me, a gentle current spreading through my body. It was an odd sensation. Each heartbeat resonated with the rhythm of this uncharted experience. It was more than a physical infusion; it felt like a fusion of magic and mortality, a merging of the ordinary and the extraordinary. 

I could feel a subtle warm sensation inside of me spreading, but other than that… Nothing. I didn’t feel anything.

‘Is it a failure?’ I thought.

But after that thought crossed my mind, an announcement popped up in front of me.

[Unknown Holy Power is trying to invade your body!]

[Do you want to absorb it?]

[Yes/No]

‘Yes,’ I chose.

[Warning! Absorbing holy power will destroy your Angelic seal!]

[Fusion is in progress…]

‘YES!’ I almost screamed when I saw that announcement.