The Incubus System Chapter 841. You Will Forget Your Origins?

The Incubus System Chapter 841. You Will Forget Your Origins?

Celia's contemplative gaze lingered on me, her concern palpable in the air. The weight of her silence was profound, indicating that she was genuinely contemplating my words, delving into the depths of her thoughts before breaking the silence.

“You talk as if you were never human, brother,” she remarked, her tone laced with both observation and concern.

A dry smile stretched across my lips, acknowledging the truth in her words. I nodded repeatedly, acknowledging the underlying reality in her statement. "The more I live my life as a demon, the more I forget my daily life as a human," I confessed, a sense of resignation coloring my words.

"Why? Does that mean there will be a point where you will forget your origins?" Celia's question held a tinge of worry, echoing the thoughts that troubled her.

Her inquiry struck a chord. The concern in her voice resonated with the underlying fear that perhaps I might become estranged from my very origins.

I shook my head in response to Celia's concern. "No, it's not that I've lost my memory. It's just that my thought process has changed. I don’t forget my past, I just think less like a human these days. The weight of my responsibilities requires me to think more like a demon now. It’s a necessity," I explained, trying to clarify my mindset to her.

"It’s not like when I plan to travel, I immediately think about taking a car, the MRT, or a bus. My first thought goes straight to utilizing my portal skill or teleportation—maybe even considering flying with my wings," I added, hoping to illustrate the shift in my mindset that had taken place over time.

Celia listened intently, nodding as she absorbed my words. "I see... So you mean you're increasingly reliant on your powers and more inclined to embrace your status as a demon," she interpreted, wanting to ensure she understood the depth of the changes occurring within me.

Her assessment was pretty much on point. I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Exactly. It's not that I've lost touch with being human or forgotten my past experiences. It's just that my priorities have shifted. My responsibility as a demon lord demands a different perspective," I clarified, hoping to convey the underlying complexities of my evolving identity.

The weight of my dual existence—balancing between two worlds—was the crux of the matter. The inherent demands of being a demon lord entailed a shift in focus and a different set of priorities. It wasn't that I wanted to forget my human side, but the overwhelming responsibilities and the need to navigate the complexities of the otherworldly sphere often took precedence, altering the way I approached daily life and decision-making.

"You have nothing to worry about," I assured Celia, aiming to alleviate her concerns. “It’s just…” But even as I said it, a profound sense of unease lingered within me, a feeling that was hard to shake off.

I turned my attention to the TV screen, where the police were carefully combing through Peace Blossom Square, making sure there were no lingering victims or signs of trouble. Watching their meticulous search, an unspoken thought rattled around my mind: 'It's just that I'm starting to think that humans are too weak.' But saying those exact words? That felt like a line I couldn't cross.

"It is just?" Celia inquired, her eyes locked on me, seeking an explanation to my unfinished sentence.

"It's just that I don't regret gaining this power," I began, trying to steer the conversation away from the darker thoughts swirling in my mind. I forced a grin, attempting to lighten the mood. "I mean, come on, I'm practically a hero now, right? A masked hero, protecting the human world from all the darkness," I joked, my attempt at humor a tad cringe-worthy, even to my own ears. But I hoped it would be enough to mask the true weight of what I was thinking.

"You are a demon lord, brother. They don't think of that. They think you are a threat,” Celia reminded me, her words laden with a mixture of concern and reality.

“And I don't mind that,” I stated with a hint of defiance. A sly smirk appeared on my lips as I mulled over the complexities of the situation. “They should fear me. Because I want them to grow and not always rely on me," I remarked, my tone firm. The sense of responsibility lingered in my words. “Who knows, I might retire early. The idea of a prince of darkness who 'sorta protects the human world' sounds messed up, you know,” I added, highlighting the irony of the situation. It was almost comical in a way—me, a demon lord, attempting to protect the human world.

At some point, I realized I might not be patrolling every night, hunting down the demons that prowled in the darkness. It was a notion I had considered more than once lately. The routine of chasing Rat Demons like I did when I first transformed into an incubus had lost its allure.

"True," Celia conceded reluctantly, acknowledging the weight of my words. The idea of transitioning from the role of the protector to fostering self-reliance within the human world posed a complex challenge. It wasn't just about safeguarding against immediate threats but also guiding them to stand on their own against the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

“Anyway… thanks for the lunch. It's tasty," I praised after I polished off the last morsel of the meal. The flavors lingered in my mouth, a brief moment of delight in the midst of a tumultuous day.

I rose from my seat and planted a kiss on Celia's cheek, showing gratitude for the meal before preparing to make my exit. But as I took a step, something prompted me to pause and pivot back towards her.

“Oh, right. Also, could you please turn it off?” I pointed toward the TV, a sense of exasperation creeping in. “They called me hideous like seven times. If I hear it once again, I'll probably step into that reporter's dream and give it a little twist. I'd have her thinking I’m the most stunning creature in this world," I jested, a sardonic smile etching my face as I strolled away.