The Incubus System Chapter 846. Doomsday?

The Incubus System Chapter 846. Doomsday?

We shifted the conversation to lighter topics, primarily the upcoming college semester. I sipped my latte as Larry eagerly discussed his expectations for the classes and the professors he hoped to have.

"Man, I hope we get some cool professors this time," Larry mused, leaning back in his chair. "Last semester was a bit of a drag, you know?"

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's hope for some interesting courses and professors who actually make the lectures engaging."

Our conversation meandered through various subjects – from potential new friends to the possibility of exciting activities. We shared our aspirations for the upcoming semester, hoping for a balance between academic challenges and memorable experiences.

Inevitably, the topic circled back to Larry's less-than-stellar academic habits. With a grin, I decided to address the elephant in the room. "Dude, seriously, you need to be more diligent this semester. No more cheating on assignments, alright?"

He responded with a casual shrug, his grin widening. "Yeah, yeah, I'll try my best," he said, the playful tone in his voice indicating that my words might not carry the weight I intended. "But you know, old habits die hard."

I rolled my eyes, understanding that changing Larry's approach to academics was an ongoing battle. "Come on, man. It's not that difficult. Just put in a bit more effort, and you'll see the results."

Larry chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my advice. "We'll see about that. I've got my own methods, you know?"

I sighed, realizing that Larry's unique methods often involved shortcuts and questionable tactics.

The waiter returned with a tray laden with Larry's extravagant order – a mountain of french fries, onion rings, two grilled cheese sandwiches, a milkshake, and orange juice. The aromatic scent of melted cheese and crispy fries filled the air as he set the feast before us.

Larry's eyes lit up with pure delight, and without wasting a moment, he dove into the food with unrestrained enthusiasm. His voracious appetite was evident as he attacked the crispy onion rings and devoured the grilled cheese sandwiches, all while alternating sips between the milkshake and orange juice.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. It was clear that Larry wasn't exaggerating when he claimed to be hungry. As he dug into his meal, I contemplated stealing a few french fries while he was immersed in his feast. His genuine enjoyment of the food was a rare spectacle. The clinking of cutlery against plates and the occasional slurp from the milkshake created a lively ambiance around our table.

Noticing my gaze, he turned his attention away from the feast laid out before him and shot me a curious look. Onion rings dangled from his fingers as his mouth was busy savoring the flavors of the meal.

“Why are you looking at me with that look?” he asked, his voice muffled by a mouthful of onion rings. Meanwhile, a grilled cheese sandwich hovered tantalizingly in his hand, poised to be the next victim of his hearty appetite.

Before I could utter a word, he interjected with a cheeky assumption.

“You don't have a crush on me, do you?” he quipped, his tone filled with exaggerated cringe, as if the mere thought was too repulsive to entertain.

My eyes widened in sheer disbelief. “No, what the heck?!” I retorted, aghast at the notion. “I looked at you because I rarely see you devouring food like this. Considering your usual lectures on healthy eating and all, this is quite a surprise,” I said, my annoyance evident in my tone.

“Well, pardon me then. A hero needs food to refill his energy. Besides, today is my cheat day. So it's fine," Larry declared with confidence, a mischievous grin playing on his face. Without further ado, he plunged into his meal, grabbing a sandwich and taking a sizable bite in one impressive chomp.

I rolled my eyes, amused by his unapologetic indulgence. "Fine, fine. Enjoy your cheat day," I conceded with a resigned sigh, choosing not to dwell on his dietary choices.

While Larry continued to savor his feast, my mind drifted to Nathan. The lack of updates from Mrs. Clea about him after the recent battle left me with a lingering sense of concern. Not that I would openly admit it—I was just curious. The realization that Nathan had been entangled in the web of the senators' orders made me ponder the stark contrast between our situations. Despite the chaos that often accompanied my demon lord responsibilities, at least I retained the autonomy to make my own decisions.

The remainder of the meeting was a one-man show, with Larry taking center stage as he devoured the assortment of dishes with an almost alarming enthusiasm. I watched with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, occasionally interjecting with comments on his seemingly insatiable appetite. As the various flavors and textures danced on his palate, his Mana visibly surged. It dawned on me that there might be more to his voracious eating habits than simple indulgence.

Larry, undeterred by any lingering judgment, concluded the feast by ordering a towering ice cream sundae as dessert. It was the grand finale of his culinary conquest, a sweet reward for the hero who had conquered a mountain of food.

Again, a long exhale came out of my mouth as I observed Larry, engrossed in his ice cream sundae. The casual atmosphere shifted as I felt a sudden urge to express something more profound. It was one of those moments when sincerity spills out without a warning, and I found myself urging him to prioritize self-care.

"You should take care of yourself more, buddy. Value your life and yourself more," I declared, my words cutting through the hum of the coffee shop. I locked eyes with him, hoping the weight of my statement would resonate.

For a moment, Larry just stared, his spoon hovering mid-air, ice cream forgotten. The usual carefree grin was replaced by a peculiar expression—an amalgamation of confusion and cringe. It struck me then that maybe my words were a tad too serious for a casual meet-up.

"What?" I questioned, a frown etching my features. I scanned his face for any sign of comprehension, wondering if I had accidentally veered into an uncomfortable territory.

In response, Larry's gaze darted upward, his eyes scanning the sky as if seeking guidance from the heavens. "Is doomsday coming already? You just said weird things. Also, you called me 'buddy’," he remarked, his tone laced with a mix of confusion and mild panic.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his dramatic reaction. ‘Yep, shouldn't have said that,’ I muttered internally, acknowledging the abrupt shift in tone.