Chapter 5- Origin~2

For a good amount of time, Ryouya was left speechless at his spot as he read the words written inside the blue box over and over again. However, even after repetitive re-check, the words remained the same.

The demon of lust—An Incubus.

Ryouya was involved in the world of novels enough to know what the lust demon Incubus was and how they survived for their living. And for Ryouya's terror, the symptoms he was showing were aligning with the needs and wants of a demon of lust.

He was exceptionally weak and lanky just yesterday to the point people might have considered him a living skeleton if they had peeked at his bare body. However, in the morning, he was all fine and healthy just because he did those vulgar things with his mother.

[There's no denying this, boy. You indeed are a demon who gains strength by delivering pleasure to people. If you don't believe me then punch on the wall and see the difference in your strength.]

"No freakin way..." Ryouya might have been feeling full of vitality after waking up but he wasn't stupid enough to try bashing the walls, knowing full well how physically weak he was.

[What are you scared about? You forgot that blondie you beat the shit out of, yesterday? Do you think you can normally punch someone's face in like it was made of thermocol?]

Ryouya's mind went blank at the mention of the said blondie as he remembered that indeed he did something that was anything but normal yesterday.

Not only did Ryouya recover sooner than he normally should have, but he also began countering and assaulting the bully at a faster and stronger pace. Even though the opponent was a trained boxer, Ryouya ended up bashing the blondie to a pulp.

[See, I told ya. Now do me a favor and go for a trial ride.]

Ryouya quirked his brows at the insistence of the system guide to test his powers but since Ryouya himself was interested in knowing the limitation of these so-called demonic powers he turned on his feet and went toward his door.

The wall beside the door was the thinnest so even if he hit hard, he wouldn't feel much pain...well, he hoped so.

Taking a deep inhale, Ryouya clenched his butt cheeks, took a karate position(which he never learned) reeled the fist, and thrashed it directly at his waist level on the wall.

**BHAM**

The sound of wood cracking resonated loudly across the hall and to Ryouya's utmost shock, he found his fist resisted by nothing...or to be precise, his fist just made a hold through the wall.

'I am fucked...' Taking out his hand Ryouya crouched to see the hole he had created...only to get shocked even further.

'I am doomed...' He completely forgot about the fact that his sister's room was connected to his and the hole he had created gave him a clear view of the inside of her room....

[Hehe~]

Due to his shock, Ryouya missed the text that appeared and vanished within a second on the blue screen.

'Fortunately, she isn't here at the moment...' Kaede occasionally goes for a morning run so currently her room was unoccupied.

To not breach her privacy he didn't keep on looking inside her room and decided to put a poster on his side until he didn't fix up the wall somehow.

"Okay, I believe you. But why am I a demon? Who turned me into one?"

When he asked such, a memory of a dark-green-haired mature woman flashed across his mind but the system panel broke his hypothesis in an instant.

[No one turned you, Ryouya. You were born like this. You are a demon by origin.]

...now that was even more disturbing than anything he had read today on this screen.

He has always been a demon and he never got any clue about it? How was that simply possible?

Thankfully (or not) the system had the answer to prove his belief, wrong.

[Tell me again how come yesterday was the only day when your family came to know about you getting involved with bullies, Ryouya?]

Ryouya visibly seemed taken aback by that statement as he stuttered in his response, "I mean...I am great at hiding my tears?"

[Oh shut up, already. You are no shoujo manga heroine. We both know that it was because of your unnatural endurance and self-healing abilities that never allowed your family members to get to know how fucked up your school life is.]

Ryouya raised his finger to retaliate like a veteran lawyer but in the end, he was left speechless.

It was true that since the first year of high school, he was the target of mutual bullying for no apparent reason. Just because he didn't like to associate with people much and had a beautiful childhood friend always clinging to him, people tended to target him.

And even that beautiful childhood friend had a boyfriend now yet everyone seemed to have created a perception of him as an easy target.

Yet, whenever Ryouya got physically abused he somehow recovered from it within hours and sometimes even minutes. He always had a backup school uniform with him so his bloodied shirts never got in the eyes of his mother. With his pocket money, Ryouya always tended to buy a new uniform since sometimes those bullies tore his clothes as well.

But the phenomenon of unnatural recovery he was experiencing was not something normal after all. It wasn't that Ryouya never noticed it, rather he just never bothered thinking about it.

"...then why didn't I heal yesterday? And last night, why I did do those things to Mom?"

His knuckles were repaired by now but under normal circumstances, he would have been healed before Ryouya would have entered his house.

Not to talk about last night, what he did was something never happened before. He was himself, yet not. Like someone else had taken reign while keeping Ryouya's consciousness intact.

No, there definitely was something wrong...well a lot of things were. And Ryouya's only hope to get this mystery unraveled was this blue screen.

[It's all related to your demonic energy which depleted the very bottom. You had to refill it or your berserk mode would have forced you to r*pe any woman you come across. Believe it or not, gaining demonic energy through your mother was your safest option.]

Reading the words, Ryouys found himself frowning as he asked, "Then...how was I stable for this long?"

He has been using demonic energy for the past two years of high school frequently as what system guide making it seem. Then...

[Do you forget that summer break after your middle-school graduation?]

Ryouya's breath choked in his throat as the memory of a particular summer break flashed across his memory lane.

That dark past from which he was trying to get over it.

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A/N:- I hope you liked the chapter ~