The Incubus System Chapter 869. That's Basic Knowledge!

The Incubus System Chapter 869. That's Basic Knowledge!

I cringed at the suggestion of a shared meditation or a focused telepathic link, caught between a mix of disgust and disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" I questioned, my expression a bewildered blend of confusion and skepticism. "I don't know how to do any of that," I admitted, almost incredulous. It felt like Puriel had assumed I possessed angelic knowledge without bothering to teach me anything. Throughout our conversations, she'd shared tales of angels, her own story, and a glimpse into the light dimension, but skills and powers were subjects left untouched.

Puriel's reaction was priceless. Her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth formed a small 'O' of astonishment. It seemed my lack of knowledge caught her completely off guard. "You don't know that?" she repeated, her disbelief evident. It was as if she had assumed a certain level of celestial proficiency on my part.

"Nope," I replied, a touch of frustration in my tone. "It's not like you've given me an angelic handbook or anything. I don't even know your skills or powers," I added, a bit exasperated. While our discussions had been rich with narrative and lore, the practical aspects of celestial abilities had been notably absent.

Puriel's turn to cringe came swiftly. "Are you dumb? That's basic knowledge," she complained, her eyes drilling into me with an accusing gaze. Puriel's expression shifted from surprise to a more thoughtful demeanor. "Well, I suppose I've been telling stories more than sharing practical knowledge," she admitted, a touch apologetic. "But these skills are essential, especially when dealing with mysterious entities like the colossal eye."

I rolled my eyes cynically. "Yeah, maybe you should throw in an 'Angelic 101' lesson or something. Besides…" I shot her a pointed look. "I was a human, and now I'm a demon. I didn't exactly get my education from angels or the light dimension," I reminded her, a tinge of annoyance in my tone. The celestial realm and its intricacies were still foreign terrain to me.

"The human world doesn't teach you that?" she asked once again, disbelief etched on her features.

"Nope," I replied succinctly. The everyday curriculum in the human world didn't exactly include lessons about demons or angels. I had my fair share of adapting to a new reality after I turned into a demon.

Her frown deepened, and she shot me a disgusted look. "Ew, what do they teach? Don't tell me they also never teach a simple skill like Holy Blast," she expressed with clear disdain.

"Holy Blast is reserved for demon hunters," I clarified. "More precisely, it's an advanced skill possessed by elite demon hunters. So, not every human learns it, and not every demon hunter has it," I elaborated, emphasizing the exclusivity of the technique.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked, disbelief coloring her features.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I responded, my tone serious. The disparity between the light dimension and human education was becoming increasingly apparent, and Puriel's incredulity only highlighted the vast differences in our respective backgrounds.

Her expression shifted from disbelief to a mix of surprise and understanding. "Well, that's just... unexpected," she admitted, still processing the revelation.

"Yeah, the human world doesn't exactly teach how to fight demons to all of us," I quipped, adding a touch of seriousness to the conversation.

Her frown intensified. "How weak are humans now? Don't tell me they are struggling even to kill something as feeble as a Rat Demon," she mused, genuine curiosity marking her expression.

I pressed my lips together, fighting off the urge to answer right away. Irony lingered in the air—I had once met my demise at the claws of a Rat Demon. Though I'd shared my previous experiences with Puriel, I conveniently omitted the specific demon responsible.

As she observed my wry smile, she gasped. "Wait, they're struggling to kill weak demons like the Rat Demon?" she asked, a mix of disbelief and shock evident in her voice.

"Rat Demon isn't the weakest, okay? There are even weaker ones than that," I reassured her, attempting to downplay the Rat Demon's significance. I vaguely recalled Foxy mentioning something about a weaker demon, but the name had slipped my mind, as it seemed inconsequential at the time. I leaned back, a reflective expression on my face. "Also, humans are doing their best, but they face a wide variety of demons, each with its own set of challenges. The Rat Demon might not be the weakest, but it's certainly one they encounter frequently," I explained, offering a glimpse into the struggles of humanity in dealing with the demons.

"So that's all true?" she exclaimed, gasping in shock once again. Her eyes widened, reflecting the incredulity of the situation.

I gave her a dry smile. “Uh… yeah,” I responded, feeling a tinge of awkwardness. I shifted my gaze to another direction, trying to evade the judgment I sensed in her eyes. The stark reality of my experiences with demons and humans seemed to have left her genuinely surprised, perhaps even questioning the stark differences between her celestial understanding and the earthly struggles I faced. The awkward pause lingered in the air, and I braced myself for whatever might come next in this surreal exchange between a former human and this angelic thing.

"So what have you been telling me all this time? About the demon attacks and such, all of them mostly just by weak demons?” she clarified, leaning in, her gaze intensifying.

“Well, Beel just wreaked havoc this morning, so you can't say that,” I countered, trying to defend the humans. I stole a glance at her, hoping to convey the gravity of the recent demon activity.

“Dominated by weak demons?” she corrected herself.

"I'm not weak," I stated, a smirk playing on my lips. After all, I was one of the demons that had attacked the human world, at least from the human perspective.

She shot me a flat stare, well aware that I was merely feigning innocence and subtly manipulating the logic behind the conversation.