The Incubus System Chapter 472. The Gargoyle King's Rage I
Gargoyle King's PoV
It was 07.01 AM when the news reached the Gargoyle King's ear, Zatan. He was in his mansion and was swimming in a bathtub full of his favorite gems and gold coins, the morning ritual he would never miss.
His tall stout body made him look even more manly than Lord Damon. But instead of a handsome face like Letos or Lord Damon, his face looked grumpy with a big scar on his right eye. His red skin made him look angry. Just like other demon lords, a pair of horns on top of his head with pointed ears typical of Gargoyles. A pair of bat wings on his back.
The news made him angry. His power leaked due to his emotions and his bathtub was destroyed as a result. But rather than the explosion at the intersection, he was angrier about what had happened at the city hall.
Worse, even his subordinates couldn't catch the intruder who managed to steal the bunker's design. It was his greatest plan. The plan would make him the richest demon lord in the dark dimension, defeating Lord Damon.
He planned to make the bunkers the first human farm in the dark dimension. Human flesh was a delicacy here so he was sure it would become the biggest commodity for his city. That was why he tried to exploit the cracks when he discovered them. He even ordered his subordinates to infiltrate it if they saw it.
Around a month ago, some of his subordinates managed to kidnap several humans, but all of them were useless since he couldn't use them as a good breeding tool. Finally, they just ended up as his food.
One of them was too old. She died of a heart attack after arriving here. Worse, her flesh was a bit hard and left a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Two of them were seriously injured and dying. His subordinates tried to treat those humans but they didn't make it and died the next day. While another committed suicide. Luckily, their flesh was very juicy and tender.
After analyzing the situation, he built this bunker with all good amenities to create the best human ranch and it was almost done. He just needed to catch more humans and start breeding them. But to achieve this, he needed more cracks. So he could take more humans from there.
Lately, he found a new method by mixing their energy on the cracks. That way rather than completely closed, the cracks would reopen elsewhere. Even though it was a little random, he noticed the cracks' frequency was more and more after he did it. He found out about this method by accident after he tried it by himself.
Without a second thought, he immediately ended his morning ritual and left his mansion in a hurry. At least he wanted to know what had happened.
According to reports, there were four big explosions at the intersection, yet he didn't hear them since the mansion was too far from the city hall. If he heard it, maybe he could handle it quickly. He never thought that his decision to build his mansion away from the city hall would be such a bad decision at a time like this.
Once he came out of his mansion, his luxurious car was waiting for him. A servant opened the door for him.
"Your car, My Lord," said the servant, bowing politely.
But instead of getting into the car, he flicked his wings and flew. He chose this over the car since it was more efficient. After all, with this, he didn't have to deal with the reporters. All his assistants and elite soldiers immediately did the same.
After 15 minutes of traveling, the city hall entered his view. Not only that, but his sight could also catch the chaos at the intersection. Four big holes in that place. The crooked CCTVs poles lay on the ground. Police lines stretched everywhere and reporters gathered like hungry ants. Likewise with the city hall.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Tch! Reporters!" he sneered in displeasure. Luckily, according to journalistic etiquette, an interview should not be conducted in the mid-air. To avoid them, instead of the entrance, he chose to enter through the rooftop.
"My Lord." The staff bowed as soon as he saw him descend the stairs.
"How's the situation?" he said without further ado. His feet stepped in a hurry.
The staff and team leaders quickly followed suit. "All clear, My Lord. We have confirmed that there are no other intruders here."
"And his identity? Have you found him yet?" he asked.
"So far we haven't found any clues about the intruder. We've taken his fingerprint samples from the office, but we haven't found any data about him," said one of the team leaders.
That statement made Zatan's forehead furrow and he turned to the team leader. "Are you sure about that?" he made sure. Avarici had access to the dark dimension's population data, so it was impossible. Unless the intruder was a wild demon from a remote area that was never registered anywhere.
"We are sure of it, My Lord. Right now our only clue is CCTV footage," replied the team leader.
"Take me there," Zatan ordered.
They quickly moved to the monitor room and immediately checked the footage.
Minutes passed, their eyes fixed on the monitors. The wrinkles on their foreheads grew since they realized the intruder looked familiar. But they didn't remember where they saw him.
"Pause!" Zatan ordered. And the staff carried out his order. The footage stopped when the intruder almost turned to the CCTV.
"He looks like someone. But I don't remember where I've seen him," said one of the staff.
"I also think the same thing," replied another.
One by one they said the same thing so they were sure the intruder was someone they had seen together before.
They fell silent, deep in thought, trying to remember who he was.
"Ah!" A staff member's voice made them turn to him.
But then he shook his head from side to side. A frown on his forehead.
"Wait. I think it's impossible."
"Just tell me your guess!" said Zatan angrily. His anger was evident in his tone of voice.
The staff quickly bowed in apology to him. "I'm sorry, My Lord. But I think... That intruder looks like Lord Letos' assistant. The one that killed himself at the last conference," he said doubtfully.
That statement made Zatan's eyes widen in shock.
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The Incubus System Chapter 472. The Gargoyle King's Rage I
Gargoyle King's PoV
It was 07.01 AM when the news reached the Gargoyle King's ear, Zatan. He was in his mansion and was swimming in a bathtub full of his favorite gems and gold coins, the morning ritual he would never miss.
His tall stout body made him look even more manly than Lord Damon. But instead of a handsome face like Letos or Lord Damon, his face looked grumpy with a big scar on his right eye. His red skin made him look angry. Just like other demon lords, a pair of horns on top of his head with pointed ears typical of Gargoyles. A pair of bat wings on his back.
The news made him angry. His power leaked due to his emotions and his bathtub was destroyed as a result. But rather than the explosion at the intersection, he was angrier about what had happened at the city hall.
Worse, even his subordinates couldn't catch the intruder who managed to steal the bunker's design. It was his greatest plan. The plan would make him the richest demon lord in the dark dimension, defeating Lord Damon.
He planned to make the bunkers the first human farm in the dark dimension. Human flesh was a delicacy here so he was sure it would become the biggest commodity for his city. That was why he tried to exploit the cracks when he discovered them. He even ordered his subordinates to infiltrate it if they saw it.
Around a month ago, some of his subordinates managed to kidnap several humans, but all of them were useless since he couldn't use them as a good breeding tool. Finally, they just ended up as his food.
One of them was too old. She died of a heart attack after arriving here. Worse, her flesh was a bit hard and left a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Two of them were seriously injured and dying. His subordinates tried to treat those humans but they didn't make it and died the next day. While another committed suicide. Luckily, their flesh was very juicy and tender.
After analyzing the situation, he built this bunker with all good amenities to create the best human ranch and it was almost done. He just needed to catch more humans and start breeding them. But to achieve this, he needed more cracks. So he could take more humans from there.
Lately, he found a new method by mixing their energy on the cracks. That way rather than completely closed, the cracks would reopen elsewhere. Even though it was a little random, he noticed the cracks' frequency was more and more after he did it. He found out about this method by accident after he tried it by himself.
Without a second thought, he immediately ended his morning ritual and left his mansion in a hurry. At least he wanted to know what had happened.
According to reports, there were four big explosions at the intersection, yet he didn't hear them since the mansion was too far from the city hall. If he heard it, maybe he could handle it quickly. He never thought that his decision to build his mansion away from the city hall would be such a bad decision at a time like this.
Once he came out of his mansion, his luxurious car was waiting for him. A servant opened the door for him.
"Your car, My Lord," said the servant, bowing politely.
But instead of getting into the car, he flicked his wings and flew. He chose this over the car since it was more efficient. After all, with this, he didn't have to deal with the reporters. All his assistants and elite soldiers immediately did the same.
After 15 minutes of traveling, the city hall entered his view. Not only that, but his sight could also catch the chaos at the intersection. Four big holes in that place. The crooked CCTVs poles lay on the ground. Police lines stretched everywhere and reporters gathered like hungry ants. Likewise with the city hall.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Tch! Reporters!" he sneered in displeasure. Luckily, according to journalistic etiquette, an interview should not be conducted in the mid-air. To avoid them, instead of the entrance, he chose to enter through the rooftop.
"My Lord." The staff bowed as soon as he saw him descend the stairs.
"How's the situation?" he said without further ado. His feet stepped in a hurry.
The staff and team leaders quickly followed suit. "All clear, My Lord. We have confirmed that there are no other intruders here."
"And his identity? Have you found him yet?" he asked.
"So far we haven't found any clues about the intruder. We've taken his fingerprint samples from the office, but we haven't found any data about him," said one of the team leaders.
That statement made Zatan's forehead furrow and he turned to the team leader. "Are you sure about that?" he made sure. Avarici had access to the dark dimension's population data, so it was impossible. Unless the intruder was a wild demon from a remote area that was never registered anywhere.
"We are sure of it, My Lord. Right now our only clue is CCTV footage," replied the team leader.
"Take me there," Zatan ordered.
They quickly moved to the monitor room and immediately checked the footage.
Minutes passed, their eyes fixed on the monitors. The wrinkles on their foreheads grew since they realized the intruder looked familiar. But they didn't remember where they saw him.
"Pause!" Zatan ordered. And the staff carried out his order. The footage stopped when the intruder almost turned to the CCTV.
"He looks like someone. But I don't remember where I've seen him," said one of the staff.
"I also think the same thing," replied another.
One by one they said the same thing so they were sure the intruder was someone they had seen together before.
They fell silent, deep in thought, trying to remember who he was.
"Ah!" A staff member's voice made them turn to him.
But then he shook his head from side to side. A frown on his forehead.
"Wait. I think it's impossible."
"Just tell me your guess!" said Zatan angrily. His anger was evident in his tone of voice.
The staff quickly bowed in apology to him. "I'm sorry, My Lord. But I think... That intruder looks like Lord Letos' assistant. The one that killed himself at the last conference," he said doubtfully.
That statement made Zatan's eyes widen in shock.
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