The Incubus System Chapter 886. Angel Creation Project II

The Incubus System Chapter 886. Angel Creation Project II

The trip felt like an eternity, and pretending to be unconscious the whole time wasn't exactly my idea. No clue about the destination, and they weren't chatty travel companions. Boring was an understatement.

So, with nothing better to do, I used my telepathy, shooting a mental message to the girls. I told them about my condition, so they didn't worry. Their response? Zero worries about me being overpowered. They already knew how strong I was and they knew fighting humans and demon hunters was no big deal for me. Their main concern was that I'd accidentally turn the demon hunter headquarters into a pile of rubble.

I chuckled mentally, imagining their raised eyebrows and smirks. Destroying the organization's precious HQ? Not on my agenda – unless they pushed me to the brink or I ran out of options.

The monotonous journey continued. My thoughts oscillated between the tedious present and the potential chaos my partners envisioned. At least telepathy made the long ride somewhat bearable. A mental shout-out to the girls kept the boredom at bay. All I could do was bide my time and maintain the faux unconscious act.

Feeling the drag of time in that never-ending car ride, I decided to embrace the power nap. As I dozed off, the thought crossed my mind that this didn't seem like the route to their headquarters. Something fishy was afoot. Maybe a secret hideout or their super-secret lab, where they'd unleash all sorts of experiments on me.

Tied to a bed? Laser beams? Weird liquid injections? Maybe all of them.

In my semi-dream state, a wild thought popped up – what if they decided to pump me full of Holy Water? I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the idea. Would I burst into flames from the inside out? It was like my brain decided to play a twisted game of "What If" just to entertain itself during the boredom. I pictured these demon hunters getting all sci-fi on me. Maybe they thought they could turn me into their personal super-soldier, or maybe they just wanted a live experiment. Whatever the case, my nap-time speculation reached new heights of absurdity.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the car slammed the brakes. I could sense the car sneaking into some dark, mysterious lair, probably underground. It was straight out of a spy flick – secret bases, hidden chambers, the whole shebang. My inner movie buff was itching to open my eyes.

'Ugh, I'm dying to open my eyes,' I thought, fighting the urge. Sure, I could've busted out my Evil Eye skill, but the place seemed a bit too cramped for that kind of spectacle. So, I played it cool, keeping my eyes shut tight, and letting the suspense build.

The car door creaked open, and hands grabbed me unceremoniously, dragging my faux-unconscious self out onto the unfriendly surface below. A dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows across the scene. The atmosphere reeked of that classic underground vibe, the kind I'd see in those sketchy espionage movies. I detected the telltale sounds of a stretchy stretcher unfolding. They laid me down with all the gentleness. The cold surface pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the warmth of the car's seats.

I pricked up my ears – after all, they should be diving deep into the health check routine by now. Standard procedure.

The hushed whispers of the crew filled the room as they presumably discussed their next move. Meanwhile, my ears were on high alert, not for their sneaky plans but for the subtle hums and beeps of medical gadgets. I'd never set foot in a hospital after I became a demon. So, the question was – could their human health contraptions detect my demon essence?

‘Oh, crap!’ The panic hit me like a freight train. I cautiously cracked an eye open and found myself surrounded by a squad of people in those classic white coats. They were all holding lists, staring at me like I was some bizarre experiment they'd been dying to conduct. It was like a scene out of a sci-fi horror movie, only I was the victim.

Their intense gazes triggered a flashback to high school biology when everyone got all serious during frog dissections. Only now, I was the frog on the table, and these folks were ready to dissect me.

With a mental eye-roll, I dismissed the idea of unleashing my Mind Corruption. It wasn’t effective for this many people. Instead, I opted for another skill.

'Illusion! 10 meters.'

It triggered a ripple in the unseen currents of magic around me.

[Illusion has activated! Range: 10 meters.]

[What illusion do you want to show them?]

'Make it as if they have checked my health and entered all the normal data needed so that I can receive the vaccine.'

My illusion hit them. The people in white coats, their eyes widening, stared at me as if they'd just witnessed something. For a brief moment, they were all caught in the enchanting spell of my illusion, their expressions frozen in dumbfounded amazement.

I could practically see the gears turning in their heads, trying to make sense of the sudden health-check miracle. It was a kind of bewilderment when someone pulled off a magic trick that defied the laws of reality. Blank stares hung in the air for a beat, a collective pause in their reality.

Then, like clockwork, they snapped back to their senses. Pens scratched across the lists in their hands as they jotted down whatever imaginary health data my illusion had conjured. It was a surreal scene.

Regaining a semblance of professionalism, they shuffled toward the medical equipment stationed nearby. Fingers danced over buttons and knobs as they pretended to adjust and analyze. I couldn't help but smirk, mentally patting myself on the back for a successful diversion. Now, what I had to do was wait until they finished with their check up and report it to the higher ups or whoever their leader was.