The Incubus System Chapter 746. Fake Demon Hunter I (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 746. Fake Demon Hunter I

The sun had almost completely disappeared below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of fiery red and deep purples. As the day transitioned into night, the cityscape transformed into a tapestry of shimmering lights. It was 7:06 PM, and although it was still relatively early, I couldn't contain my eagerness to go to my night hunt. I still wanted to hunt the senators, but not now.

I knew I had to exercise caution and precision in executing my plan. Rushing into it without considering the consequences could lead to disastrous outcomes. These senators held positions of power and influence, with eyes and ears scattered throughout the city. Their connections and surveillance were formidable obstacles that I needed to overcome.

However, launching my operation while the senator was still at his workplace would be unwise. The presence of numerous CCTV cameras and vigilant security personnel posed a significant risk of leaving behind evidence that could trace back to me. I needed a strategic advantage, an opportune moment when the senator would be vulnerable and less guarded.

In the heart of Nighthallow City, a towering skyscraper stood proudly among the glittering skyline. It wasn't the tallest building that pierced the sky, but it offered me a strategic advantage that couldn't be overlooked. Perched atop this modern fortress, I found myself in my demonic form, my features concealed behind a sleek, intricately designed mask. Its dark hues and menacing accents reflected my determination and concealed my identity from prying eyes.

Choosing this particular skyscraper was a decision influenced by practicality. Mrs. Clea had suggested this location as an ideal vantage point to observe my trusted pets—who roamed the streets below. From this elevated position, I could keep a watchful eye on their activities while they carried out their own hunts and investigations in the shadows of the city.

Sitting on the edge of the skyscraper, my eyes scanned the cityscape with an intense focus. The night sky above was veiled by a blanket of clouds, creating an atmosphere of mystery and anticipation. The wind whispered through the towering structures, its gentle howl blending with the distant hum of the city below.

Tonight, the city seemed to have quieted down, its streets sparsely populated and its energy subdued. The usual throngs of people were noticeably absent, allowing my pets to move about unnoticed and unhindered. The emptiness of the streets created an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional echo of footsteps or the distant sirens of law enforcement.

From my perch, I observed the city's nocturnal inhabitants—the flickering lights of businesses, the neon glow of clubs, and the occasional glimmer of life emanating from residential windows. The city was a vast playground, a maze of shadows where my pets could roam freely, seeking out their targets with silent determination.

My gaze shifted from one battle to another, watching my pets beat up some demons.

In a narrow alley, Buni unleashed his true battle form. His muscles bulged with power as he confronted a ferocious demon. With lightning-fast movements, he delivered a flurry of punches and kicks, each strike connecting with precision and force. The sound of bone crunching echoed through the alley as Buni's fists collided with the demon's body, sending it reeling backward.

Meanwhile, in another dimly lit alley, Shadow prowled with deadly grace. His razor-sharp claws extended, glinting in the pale moonlight. With a guttural growl, he pounced upon a demon, his claws slashing through the air with lethal accuracy. In one swift motion, Shadow split the demon in two, its shrieks of agony silenced as its body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Not far away, Red and Rave worked in perfect synchrony. They danced through the chaos, their movements fluid and coordinated. Demons lunged at them from all sides, but the dynamic duo effortlessly dodged and countered every attack. Red's flaming fists struck with scorching intensity, leaving trails of fire in their wake, while Rave's claws sliced through the air, crackling with raw power. The demons, overwhelmed by the sheer skill and firepower of the pair, were swiftly dispatched.

'Rat demon, Toad demon, five imps, and three hounds,' I mentally noted, cataloging the types and numbers of the demons. It was a peculiar assortment, and I couldn't discern any apparent connection between them. I racked my brain, trying to find a pattern. Yet, despite my efforts, the pieces of the puzzle refused to align.

Letting out a long, resigned sigh, I shifted my attention upward, tilting my head back to take in the night sky. The darkness was punctuated by scattered clouds, dimming the moon's glow. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded me, there was a certain tranquility in that moment. The gentle breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it a sense of calm and solace.

'Ha... it's so peaceful...' I thought.

For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to be lost in the serenity of the night. My eyes closed, shutting out the world as I savored the stillness. It was a brief respite, a stolen moment of peace amidst the chaos that defined my existence.

'Or not…' I thought again.

But tranquility has a way of being shattered all too easily. A subtle shift in the air, a faint rustling of fabric behind me, alerted me to a presence that intruded upon the calm. My instincts told me something was coming from behind me.

In a split second, my senses sharpened, and my reflexes kicked into overdrive. Without missing a beat, I used my telekinesis abilities.

Time seemed to slow as the mysterious projectile halted in mid-air, defying the laws of gravity. My telekinesis grip held it firmly, preventing it from reaching its destination. The object hovered in the mid air, suspended in a state of limbo.

Calmly, I opened my eyes, my gaze steady and unwavering.

"You know how far our power gap is, yet you still attack me. Do you want to die that bad?" I asked, my voice dripping with a cold and calculated tone. I was well aware of the vast difference in strength between us, and it puzzled me why someone would take such a foolish risk.

To my surprise, the figure's response came not from a male voice as I had expected, but from a defiant female voice.

"If I have to die in battle, then so be it!" she declared, her words laced with anger and an overwhelming sense of determination. It was a voice that resonated with extraordinary emotions as if she carried a weighty burden on her shoulders.