Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users

"That's right, when I did it with Seraphina, then after the university exam incident. I ranked up. Shouldn't I have unlocked something from her?"

The system didn't answer immediately.

There was a pause.

Then:

[Correct.]

"And…?"

[Would you like me to finally open your Properties Panel, or are we continuing this mental tantrum?]

He smirked.

"Open it."

[Loading Properties Panel.]

[Pact Tier: Intermediate]

[Next Tier: 10,000 Points]

[Unlocked Trait: High-Fidelity Neuro-Command Inheritance]

Ethan's breath caught for half a second.

That name didn't sound like some flirty aura boost or charm buff. This one felt different. He could already tell.

[Description: Ability inherited from Seraphina Nocturne. Grants calibrated vocal tone and proximity-based neural override cues. Limited use. Emotionally anchored. Activation depends on confidence, gaze, and tone precision.]

"…You mean I can influence people with just my voice?"

[With proper tone, eye contact, and emotional control—yes. Strength improves with experience and emotional clarity.]

He let out a low breath and leaned back into the warmth of the bed, lips twitching into a slow grin.

"So I finally get to see what her superpower is?"

[You now carry a basic version of her Domination Protocol. Use responsibly.]

He chuckled quietly.

"I'm officially dangerous now?"

[Meh, not really, as although the ability sounds good, without the right mindset and the way others perceive you, this ability's actual result will change.]

Before he could further follow that thought, Evelyn stirred again, her lashes fluttering as she blinked at him. Her voice was soft and half-asleep.

"Mmm… you're awake already?"

"Yeah," he whispered, brushing her hair back gently. "Just talking to myself."

Behind him, Everly groaned and shifted, her voice muffled as she buried herself deeper into his shoulder.

"Hmm... But I want to sleep even longer, and you're warm, so we're gonna sleep for a bit longer."

He smiled and let the interface fade without a sound. The floating panels dissolved like mist, fading back into nothing.

"Already handled."

The room was still dim, golden light edging across the floorboards now, warmer than before. The silence returned—not heavy or thick, but comfortable. Lived-in. Like this was the only place that mattered.

And for a few minutes, he let it be like that.

But the thought didn't leave. That system panel… that skill. It wasn't just about influence. It was hers.

A trait carried from Seraphina—his cold, sharp, brilliant older sister who could bring billionaires to heel with a sentence and end negotiations with a single nod.

Of course, her trait wasn't some flashy explosion or visible power. It was quiet, precise, psychological, and dangerous.

He closed his eyes again, but his mind wasn't slowing. It circled around the glow he'd seen in the corner of that panel. There had been another line—something he hadn't tapped.

Something new.

He opened the system again with a subtle thought, only this time his focus wasn't on the tier display. It was the faint slot beneath the core trait window—barely noticeable.

The kind of thing you could miss if you weren't actively looking.

It pulsed once when his eyes landed on it.

[New Inherited Pathway Available.]

[Name: Sovereign Ledger – Financial World Authority]

The moment he tapped it, the screen didn't explode with light or sound. It just unfolded. Like a calm whisper peeling back a curtain.

Lines of data flowed in. Not numbers. Not money.

Value.

It was like he could suddenly feel the weight behind every transaction, glance, and emotional trade in a conversation.

His brain didn't fill with finance formulas—it just started noticing the little things that shaped decisions: tone shifts, confidence levels, and hidden leverage.

[Inherited Trait Origin: Seraphina Nocturne.]

[Effect (Adapted for Incubus Physiology): Emotional Equity Field – Grants increased charisma and influence over verbal contracts, negotiations, and social dynamics within emotional environments.]

[Supplemental Passive: Credit Perception – Your subconscious now assesses the 'emotional credit' of individuals around you—who owes what, who's investing, and who's close to breaking.]

[Note: Strength scales with your relationship to bonded women and your desire to protect them.]

He blinked.

Then, he slowly shifted just a little, the sheets rustling under him.

"...So basically, I can negotiate just by existing now?"

[Incorrect. You can win negotiations now by existing. With practice.]

He shook his head with a quiet laugh, not too loud to wake the girls. This was so her. Seraphina had always moved like she knew things other people didn't.

Not in a mystical way—just in that firm, grounded, terrifyingly accurate manner that made CEOs sweat and men stammer apologies they didn't understand.

This wasn't just a skill.

It was a reminder.

A small blinking note pulsed at the bottom of the ability window.

[Unlocked Perk: Emotional Equity]

[Effect: Your influence increases in any high-stakes dialogue when negotiating on behalf of bonded women. Aura synergy improves when defending emotional trust.]

He didn't speak for a long moment.

He just stared at that line.

On behalf of bonded women…

It wasn't about dominating others.

It was about standing up for someone.

That was her. That was always Seraphina. Cold to the world. Loyal beyond reason to family.

He closed the screen and let out a slow breath.

"Yeah," he said to no one. "That's just like her."

Evelyn stirred beside him again, curling closer. Her eyes opened just a little, a soft green peeking up through long lashes.

"...You're thinking too hard again, aren't you?"

He looked down at her and smiled.

"Caught me."

Everly grunted from behind him, still half-asleep but aware enough to mumble something that sounded like, "Just shut your brain off for five minutes…"

He didn't reply. Just slipped his hand gently over Evelyn's, pulling both twins a little closer to his sides again.

The bed was warm. Their skin was soft. And for the first time in a while, there was no battle waiting, no beast roaring, no cult whispering behind a ruined wall.

Just morning light. Just peace.

He tilted his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes again, not to sleep, but to rest. Not because he was tired, but because he wanted this moment to last just a bit longer.

Because even though the system had handed him new power, even though the future would no doubt demand more of him soon, he had this.

He had them.

And he wasn't about to rush past that.

Not now.

Not ever.

Because if there was one thing Ethan Nocturne was learning faster than any system perk or combat skill, it was this:

Some moments… didn't need to be powerful.

They just needed to be real.