The Incubus System Chapter 849. Dancing Lady III

The Incubus System Chapter 849. Dancing Lady III

My eyes widened, and I barely managed to stifle a gasp as the demon hunter uniform seamlessly enveloped Larry's form. It was like witnessing a quick-change act, a transformation so fluid it left me momentarily dumbfounded. The sheer efficiency mirrored the way I summoned my Demon's Clothes, but the contrast was stark. While my attire manifested with a shroud of dark energy, his uniform emerged with a subtle, angelic glow, infused with the essence of a hunter ready for battle.

I had to say it was very good since it could save the hunters’ time and prepare them better for the action.

Suppressing the urge to gawk like a starstruck fan, I marveled at the precision of his equipment. The Demon Compass, a device I had come to understand as an essential tool for demon hunters, orchestrated a shift between the mundane and the prepared. Larry, now clad in the hunter's uniform, stood before me as a real-life superhero.

A wry grin tugged at the corner of my lips. Internally, I was throwing a private tantrum. 'Seriously, why does he have to look so darn cool?' The transformation, from laid-back Larry to this formidable demon hunter, happened so effortlessly. It was like witnessing the superhero version of someone I thought I knew inside out. The Larry standing before me now was not the casual guy who had just devoured a mountain of food at the coffee shop. Instead, he embodied a guardian, a protector ready to defend against the demons.

“Ehm!” My stunned silence prompted a subtle throat-clearing from him, as if to say, "Impressed, huh?" I could practically hear the smugness in that small sound, and it was enough to shake me out of my dumbfounded state.

“Just remember,” he began, adopting a tone that matched his newfound appearance, "whatever happens, stay put. Don't step out, no matter who's asking, unless it's me. Demons are tricksters, and their disguises can be convincing. We don't want you accidentally having a chat with the wrong side.”

“Okay,” I said.

With a nod, Larry's eyes locked onto the lady standing in the center of the garden, seemingly lost in her own world. Determination etched across his features, he emerged from the concealing foliage, striding purposefully towards her. His hand emitted a soft, pulsating glow, an indication of the Mana Chain manifesting its power.

The gentle hum of latent energy surrounded him as the chain materialized, a spectral extension of his will. The ethereal links, forged from his prowess, glinted with an otherworldly luminescence. Larry moved with the assuredness of someone acquainted with the dance of the arcane.

The lady remained oblivious, caught in a momentary trance. Larry's approach was swift and purposeful, the glow of his Mana Chain casting eerie shadows on the surroundings. The clashing sound of their battle and the sound of the impact came. And it was getting louder and louder every second.

Exhaling a long breath, I settled onto the grass, nestled among the bushes, securing my front-row seat to the unfolding battle spectacle. This was the first time I'd observed Larry engage in combat at such proximity, and my intrigue mingled with a modicum of concern. Nevertheless, a quiet confidence whispered that he could handle it; after all, the parasitic demon had a lower level than him. So, he should be fine.

My gaze remained riveted on the impending clash, my mind already formulating potential ways to assist him discreetly if the need arose. The lush foliage provided ample cover, granting me a VIP seat in the shadows.

In times of peril, I could subtly wield my Telekinesis skill, manipulating the unseen threads of energy to lend an imperceptible hand. Additionally, the option lingered to summon Red or dispatch my servants should the situation demand such interventions. Yet, my system's silence regarding any other demonic presence besides the elderly woman reassured me—this confrontation was a one-on-one affair.

'Oh, he's quite clever,' I thought in surprise. My gaze was on the battle.

Larry engaged the parasitic demon-infested old lady with a calculated finesse. Despite her seemingly frail appearance, the possessed woman moved with unexpected agility, a testament to the demonic enhancements coursing through her veins. Yet, Larry's focused strategy revealed a seasoned understanding of his adversary's nature.

In an unanticipated twist, Larry opted for precision over brute force, relying solely on his Mana Chain skill to counter the parasitic threat. His movements were deliberate, each sweep of his hand sending out ethereal tendrils of mana that danced through the air. It was a mesmerizing display of control, a calculated dance where every motion had a purpose.

'If only I had some popcorn, this would be perfect,' I mused, entertained by the unexpected drama unfolding before me. There was an odd thrill in witnessing a clash between a demon hunter and a demon, a spectacle that surpassed the allure of a mere demon-to-demon skirmish.

Just as I was settling into the front-row seat of this spectacle, an announcement disrupted my spectator bliss. Foxy's voice echoed in my mind, breaking the immersive experience.

'We've dealt with the demons, master. Anything else you need?' she inquired.

‘How many of them are there?’ I asked, my concern evident in my tone.

'Three. We have exterminated them and sent the victims to the nearest hospital,' Foxy's voice echoed in my mind, a mix of accomplishment and efficiency.

'Okay, thank you. Go back home and don't let any humans follow you,' I ordered, emphasizing the need for secrecy.

‘Roger that!’ she replied, the telepathic connection carrying a sense of acknowledgement and readiness to follow the given instructions.

I took a moment to observe the surroundings. Larry continued his confrontation with the demon-infested lady, the glow of his Mana Chain illuminating the encounter. The park, now devoid of any innocent ambiance, bore witness to the clash between them

As the confrontation between Larry and the demon dragged on, I found myself succumbing to the weariness that had accumulated throughout the night. Despite the urgency of the situation, my body couldn't resist the urge to yawn.