The Incubus System

The Incubus System Chapter 662. Senators

Nathan’s PoV

Elsewhere, in the demon hunter headquarters. Nathan stood in the middle of the high official room, where the walls were lined with dozens of large screens. The screens surrounded Nathan like a swarm of menacing bees, each displaying the image of a figure cloaked in black.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, suffocating even. Behind each screen, the leaders of the countries, kings, and queens, watched with bated breath as Nathan deliberated on the fate of a single man. 

Nathan's eyes flickered over the screens, his gaze cold and calculating. The figure on the screen was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to discern their gender. Despite the absence of any discernible features, the figure exuded a palpable aura of power and control.

Nathan's displeasure was palpable in his tone. "If Ethan Strongheart doesn't want it, why should we give him the vaccine? He doesn't even have the guts to defend himself," he said, his voice laced with contempt.

The idea of making Ethan become the association's puppet was not Nathan's pure idea. It was a scheme concocted by the senators. It was a necessary evil, but the fate of the world hung in the balance, and Nathan would do whatever it took to protect it.

Nathan's chest swelled with an all-consuming rage. The idea of someone else being bestowed with the greatest power was unfathomable. He had trained harder, fought harder, and killed more demons than anyone else in the association. Was he the most deserving of all?

But his entitlement was soon met with opposition. One of the silhouettes on the screen replied, their voice stern and unyielding. "No. We have already stated that he is the only one who compatible with the vaccine. His blood possesses something that no one else does. And it belongs to no one. Not you, not even his sister."

Nathan's frustration only intensified, and he refused to concede defeat. "He is no different from a coward! Does someone like him deserve to be this world's hero?!" he spat out, his voice trembling with fury.

Nathan's face contorted into a scowl of irritation. The pressure was palpable. The fate of humanity was at stake, and there was no room for error.

"The vaccine was made for Renart Strongheart from the start, not for you," a woman's voice came from the other monitor. Just like the others, her voice had been altered by special software, making it impossible to discern her true identity.

Nathan's frustration only continued to grow as the conversation wore on. He turned his attention towards the direction the voice had come from, his eyes narrowed with annoyance. "So he has that privilege just because he is the son of the former strongest demon hunter?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

"That is what the vaccine is needed for. It's not for us to determine," came the reply from another silhouette.

Nathan felt a seething anger bubbling inside of him. He couldn't understand why the others didn't see his worth. "At least let me try it! I have great strength and skills that no one else has ever mastered. I'm sure I've surpassed Mr. Renart's strength!" he declared, his voice deep and resolute.

But his statement was met with laughter from the senators. The sound echoed through the room, coming from all directions and making him feel small and worthless. He could feel their disdain for him, their contempt for his arrogance.

“Nathan. You know very little about Renart's power. Even he himself knows very little about his strength," a silhouette replied in a mocking tone.

"What do you mean?" he demanded, his voice laced with venom.

“Renart has a hidden power. Something buried deep inside him. We have checked it many times and experimented with it. But it needs a powerful vaccine to gain full access to that power,” the silhouette explained.

“It's not something that an ordinary human would have. It is a special blood that belongs to the ancient holy knights,” the female silhouette added.

“Or rather… angels,” another silhouette added, their voice hushed with reverence.

The words sent a shiver down Nathan's spine. He had never even considered the possibility that angels could exist, let alone that they could have a role to play in his world. 

He struggled to comprehend the idea of holy knights and angels. But the senators' words made it difficult to deny the truth.

His mind was racing with questions, and he could feel the frustration and confusion building within him. "That's nonsense…" he murmured, struggling to come to terms with what he was hearing.

“It is the truth. And Ethan is the only person who has a match with his father's blood," the silhouette replied.

Nathan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always thought himself to be the strongest, the most skilled, and the most deserving of power. But now, he realized that he had been outmatched by someone he had always looked down upon.

“What about his sister?” Nathan asked, confusion evident in his voice.

“She also has it. But not strong enough. It might be stronger on a male-born," the silhouette explained.

His annoyance and anger was palpable, his eyes narrowed with frustration. He knew he needed to remain composed, however, and so he bowed his head, taking a deep breath to quell the storm of emotion that threatened to overtake him. With a steady exhale, he lifted his head once more to face the monitors before him.

His lips were pressed into a thin line as he posed a question, hoping to sway their decision. "Then what if I ask for extra vaccines for me?" Nathan's voice was steady, but his irritation was clear.

One of the silhouettes answered him. "Didn't you just get it?" they asked, their tone skeptical.

Nathan's frustration bubbled up, but he fought to keep it in check. "Yes, I did. But I need more," he replied, the desperation in his voice palpable.

"You can't, it's too dangerous," another silhouette interjected, her voice stern.

Nathan gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched tight. He knew that what he was asking for was not without risk, but the stakes were too high to back down now. "I understand the risks, but I can handle it," he argued.

"We will not allow it," another one spoke up, his tone resolute.

Nathan felt his patience wearing thin, but he knew he needed to stay focused. He continued to negotiate, his voice calm but persistent. It was clear that he was not willing to back down. He needed those extra vaccines, and he was determined to get them.

The room was filled with tension as the negotiation reached a deadlock. Nathan had been fighting tooth and nail. However, the senators kept refusing his idea.

Just when it seemed like there was no way out of this impossible situation, a voice cut through the silence.

“Try it. But if you become a cripple because of that and lose your current power, don't blame us. We can easily replace you with Ethan Strongheart or even with another demon hunter and our secret weapon. But you… for you this is everything,” the silhouette spoke with a firmness that commanded attention. "You better think about it carefully."

His expression shifted once again. He knew that this decision could change his life forever, and he needed to make it with caution.

Nathan's mind raced as he considered his options. Should he risk everything and take the offer, or should he stick to his guns and fight to keep his current position?

Just as the decision seemed to be weighing on his mind, the silhouette broke the silence once again. "I think that's all. The discussion is over. No more bargain…” The screens around the room flickered off, leaving Nathan alone with his thoughts.

He stood there in the center of the room, surrounded by darkness and uncertainty. The situation finally seemed to hit him. His hands clenched in anger, and he let out a primal yell that echoed off the walls.

“This is bullshit!” he screamed, his voice filled with frustration.

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