The Incubus System Chapter 1111. A Dimensional Peeping Tom

The Incubus System Chapter 1111. A Dimensional Peeping Tom

Lilieth’s expression turned serious, all traces of her earlier amusement gone. “There was an earthquake in the capital not too long ago,” she said. “It happened a few times, and it’s never happened before.”

I leaned forward, my frown deepening. “An earthquake? That’s… weird. What’s causing it?”

Lord Damon’s eyes darkened slightly. “We suspect it’s their doing.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice quieter than before.

“You see,” Lilieth began, “cracks between dimensions usually open in wild places—places where civilization is rare. Sure, they appear in cities sometimes, but it’s rare and usually doesn’t last long. That’s because each demon city has a core that helps stabilize the area and close the cracks faster than they can grow.”

I nodded slowly, already starting to piece things together in my head. “But if there’s an earthquake in the capital… you’re saying it’s because Beel and Zatan are trying to force a huge crack open?”

“Yes,” Lord Damon said grimly. “That’s exactly what we’re saying. And if they succeed…”

“This is bad…” I muttered, my mind racing with the implications.

“Very bad,” Lilieth agreed. “Despite the demons in the capital being more civilized than the ones in the wild, with so many humans in front of them, there’s no way they’ll refuse to attack. Not to mention, most of the demons in the city are higher level than the ones in the wild.”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling a headache coming on. “So, what’s the plan? How do we stop them?”

Lord Damon’s expression didn’t change. “We don’t have a plan yet. That’s why we came here. We wanted to warn you and… see if you had any ideas.”

“Great,” I muttered sarcastically. “No pressure or anything.”

Larry, who had been silent up until now, cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… not to interrupt or anything, but… how exactly do you plan on stopping two demon lords from opening a crack in the middle of the capital? That sounds… kind of impossible.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Larry,” I said dryly.

“Just saying,” he mumbled. “Sounds like you’re gonna need a miracle or something.”

Puriel, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “If they’re using dark magic to force the crack open, we might be able to disrupt it… but it won’t be easy.”

Lord Damon’s gaze sharpened. “You think you can do it?”

Puriel met his eyes, hesitation flickering across her face. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. “I can try. But it depends on what kind of dark magic they’re using. If it’s similar to my sisters—”

“No,” Lord Damon cut her off sharply, his voice as cold and commanding as ever. “Demon magic is very different from angelic magic. The only ones who can strengthen or weaken the magic flow at the border are me and a few other high-level demons. What Beel and Zatan did was disrupt that flow to create the crack.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression grim. “This has never happened before. But it seems like they’ve found a way to force it, and they’re not doing it alone.”

I frowned, already sensing where this was headed. “You’re saying they’ve got help?”

Lord Damon nodded. “Yes. And not just any help. They probably got assistance from that guardian.”

I cringed, already dreading the answer before he said it.

“The Colossal Eye.”

“Ah, right,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “I almost forgot about that guy.” How could I forget? He was one of the weirdest, creepiest things I’d ever dealt with.

Puriel, who clearly hadn’t heard of him before, tilted her head, confusion written all over her face. “Colossal Eye?”

I sighed, already dreading the explanation I was about to give. “He’s… some kind of guardian who watches over the border between dimensions. No one really knows where he came from or what his deal is, but for some reason, he’s got this weird obsession with me. He’s peeked at me a few times—once while I was showering, and other times when I was sleeping.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Interested in you? How so?”

Larry grinned and jumped in before I could answer. “So he’s some kind of a dimensional peeping tom.”

I shot him a flat look. “Good joke, Larry.”

“No, seriously!” Larry said, clearly enjoying himself despite the tension. “Didn’t you say he peeked at you a few times?”

“That’s not the point,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “The point is that if Beel and Zatan somehow convince the Colossal Eye to help them, we’re in serious trouble.”

Lord Damon’s expression hardened. “Exactly. That thing may be weird, but it’s powerful. If it sides with them, it’ll be almost impossible to stop the crack from opening.”

There was a heavy silence in the room as everyone processed what he’d just said. Even Larry looked less amused now.

“So… what do we do?” Puriel asked, her voice steady despite the uncertainty in her eyes.

Lord Damon didn’t answer immediately. He leaned back, crossing his arms as if weighing his options. Finally, he said, “First, we need more information. We don’t know exactly what Beel and Zatan are planning, but if they’re working with the Colossal Eye, they’ll need time to fully disrupt the magic flow. That gives us a window to act.”

“And by ‘act,’ you mean…?” I prompted, not liking where this was going.

“We’ll need to strengthen the magic flow at the border before they can break it completely,” Lilieth said, her voice calm but serious. “If we can stabilize it, it should slow them down enough to give us a chance.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” I asked, feeling a headache coming on. “This sounds like it’s way above my pay grade.”

Lord Damon’s gaze shifted to me, and for a moment, I saw something in his eyes—something that looked suspiciously like… pride? “You’ve grown stronger, Damian. Strong enough to help with this. But you can’t do it alone.”