The Incubus System Chapter 866. Can I Unlock My Full Power With This?

The Incubus System Chapter 866. Can I Unlock My Full Power With This?

A contingency plan formed in the recesses of my mind. 'Well, I might leave Jill with Ivy or Maria in an urgent case,' I mused, considering the alternative safe havens. The prospect of entrusting Jill's well-being to trustworthy allies presented itself as a viable option in the face of impending danger.

Turning my attention back to Foxy, I voiced a question that carried the weight of strategic necessity. "What else do you know?" I inquired, seeking any additional tidbits of information that could aid in navigating the treacherous terrain that lay ahead.

Foxy, embodying her fox-like mannerisms, shook her head from side to side. "That's all," she replied, the simplicity of her response underscoring the limitations of her insights.

"Thank you," I expressed gratitude.

“Master, you look calm. Why doesn't that bother you?" Foxy probed again, her query a whisper woven with the threads of genuine concern. It couldn't escape my notice as she peered at me with eyes that betrayed both loyalty and trepidation.

I met her gaze, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "You mean about their plan to kidnap me?" I sought confirmation, seeking clarity in the midst of the swirling uncertainties.

Foxy nodded, her fox form mirroring a solemn agreement. “That means you will be taken to their headquarters, right?" she continued, delving into the nuances of the potential threat.

"I know with your power it won't be a problem, but you don't know how much angelic power they have collected from that angel," Foxy voiced her concerns, unraveling the layers of complexity that surrounded the looming threat.

I flashed her a reassuring smile, a subtle attempt to dissolve the weight of the impending challenge.

"Don't worry about it. In fact, I want to know how much angelic power they have stored and how much they can give me," I asserted, injecting confidence into my words. The casual tone belied the undercurrent of uncertainty that rippled beneath the surface.

The confidence in my tone masked the subtle worry that nestled in the recesses of my thoughts. Engaging with angelic beings had been a rarity in my journey, confined to interactions with Puriel and encounters with demon hunters. Puriel had never launched an attack against me, and the holy power wielded by demon hunters proved insufficient to truly gauge the impact of forces beyond.

"You're not afraid it will hurt you?" Foxy probed again, her frown betraying the genuine concern etched on her vulpine features.

I shook my head in a nonchalant gesture, attempting to downplay the gravity of the situation. “I have trained in the Abyss. It shouldn't be that bad," I offered as a point of comparison. Yet, the mere recollection of those experiences sent a subtle shudder through me, a reminder that the unknown always carried an element of unpredictability.

"Besides, I have you guys. In the worst-case scenario, I will ask you guys to pick me up," I declared with a hint of assurance.

Foxy's nod echoed a silent agreement, a fleeting moment of understanding. As the conversation pivoted toward a semblance of resolution, I gestured toward her with a casual command.

"Take a rest," I insisted, the words carrying a hint of concern for her well-being.

"What about you?" Foxy inquired again, her eyes reflecting both curiosity and genuine care. It was a question that peeled away the layers of my own fatigue.

I waved off her concern with a dismissive smile. "I will contact Mrs. Clea for a moment," I assured her.

“Okay,” Foxy acquiesced, her departure marking the conclusion of our brief exchange.

The silence that followed the completion of my conversation with Foxy left me with a moment to contemplate my next steps. Without lingering too long in the stillness, I used my telepathy to Mrs. Clea.

'Do you need more time to clean up this incident? You can pick up Jill tomorrow,' I conveyed, a note of concern threading through my mental communication. The aftermath of the earlier attack lingered, leaving an imprint on the surroundings. The need for thorough cleansing, bore the weight of urgency.

'I need more time, but I'll pick her up today. The organization will put their eyes on you, so it would be better to take Jill as far away as possible,' Mrs. Clea cautioned, her words laden with the gravity of the situation.

A prolonged exhale escaped my lips, a manifestation of the invisible burden that rested on my shoulders. The prospect of the organization's scrutiny cast a shadow over me. The need to distance Jill from the organization’s looming gaze.

'Okay. Just tell me if you need to take her with my portal,' I responded.

'I actually want to refuse it, but I think I have to accept that,' she affirmed once more, her voice a manifestation of the internal struggle.

'So where should I take her?' I probed further.

'To my house. One hour later,' came her directive.

'Okay,' I acknowledged.

The severance of our mental connection marked a return to solitude, the room now an island where contemplation could unfold undisturbed. I took a deliberate breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs before releasing it in a measured exhale. A momentary pause unfolded, a breath-catching interlude before the symphony of thoughts resumed its melodic journey.

Once again, I found my gaze drawn toward the ceiling, a canvas for the meandering thoughts that wove through the tapestry of my consciousness.

"The more I understand, the more I don't. The more I try to become strong, the more I meet entities I didn't know existed," I mused aloud, the words a soft reverie that encapsulated the essence of my journey. In the absence of concrete answers, contemplation became the companion that navigated the maze of uncertainties.

I raised my hand and stared at it. "Can I unlock my full power with this?" I pondered, my thoughts steering toward the elusive promise of a vaccine. The potential harbored within its molecular structure held a key to unlocking dormant potentials.