Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 65: Marriage

Pleased with the arrangement, Luke cleared his throat emphatically, drawing the spiders’ attention. Reluctantly, the three began their work of extracting souls, a ghastly yet speedy act that left not even the wreck of the victims.

Luke plunged back into the fray, bounding here and there from Kraken to Kraken with the dexterity of a shadow dragon. With every jump, another webhold sprang from his hands over the expanse of the river where the spiders reigned supreme.

Shortly, a dozen plus webs had bloomed forth in a motley array, littering the water; within, the half-conscious Krakens awaited their doom.

"The Dead Space Thread!"

"It’s Morgan!"

Sure enough, Morgan Jones hovered nearby, his face set in grim determination.

"Finish it now!" he barked.

Without hesitation, Michael unleashed Wind Slaughter Slash, a gale-force blade that cleaved through the air with terrifying precision. Arthur followed with Thunder Oblivion, a devastating barrage of lightning that struck the Shadow Prawn with unrelenting fury.

The Shadow Prawn writhed in agony before splitting apart under the combined assault. Its enormous carcass fell lifelessly into the river.

"Hahaha, Morgan, it’s been years! Looks like you’ve finally broken through to super-level," Michael laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

Morgan waved him off. "I’m not here to reminisce. I’m here for my niece."

Michael’s smile faded as Morgan’s sharp eyes scanned the battlefield.

When Morgan finally spotted Marissa Jones standing safely by the embankment, his shoulders relaxed.

"She’s safe," he muttered to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You mean Marissa’s here?" Michael asked. "Haven’t seen her in ages. I should say hello!"

But Morgan’s stern glare stopped him in his tracks. "Don’t bother. If you military types had done your job, this invasion wouldn’t have reached the Bund in the first place."

Arthur raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough. We’ll take the criticism. But, uh... about that guy over there."

He gestured toward Luke, who was still cutting through the Krakens with ease.

"That kid’s been holding his own out there for over ten minutes. Any chance you’d introduce him to us? The military could use someone like him. Whatever his conditions, we’ll meet them."

Morgan’s gaze followed Arthur’s gesture, landing on Luke. For a moment, he was speechless.

Luke stood atop a veritable mountain of Kraken corpses, his flames burning brightly despite the carnage. Around him, the Void Devourer Webs glistened with trapped prey, and the air crackled with residual magic.

Morgan’s eyes widened. "He’s been out there for ten minutes?"

Arthur nodded. "Yeah. The kid’s a monster. Barely looks tired, either."

Morgan’s mind raced. The sheer scale of destruction, the control over multiple webs, and the casual ease with which Luke handled the battle—all pointed to a level of genius rarely seen.

Then he remembered Luke’s bold proclamation back at the Jones estate.

"Marissa is my woman."

For the first time, Morgan didn’t doubt those words.

A grin spread across his face as realization struck. "That’s right," he muttered. "He’s not just some kid. He’s the future son-in-law of the Jones family."

With a surge of paternal pride, Morgan flew down to Luke, catching him off guard by pulling him out of the river.

"Hey!" Luke protested. "I was in the middle of something!"

Morgan set him down behind the embankment, ignoring his complaints.

"You’ve done enough, son," Morgan said, clapping Luke on the shoulder. "Now, let’s talk about your future."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "My... future?"

Morgan grinned. "I’ve decided. You and Marissa are getting married next week."

"Wait, what?"

"September 6th," Morgan continued, as if Luke hadn’t spoken. "It’s a great day. I’ll make all the arrangements."

Luke stared at him, utterly baffled. "What just happened?"

"Ahhhh!"

Luke was absolutely stunned, his face twisted in confusion. He stared at Morgan Jones, unable to believe what the older man had just said.

"What’s wrong with him? Isn’t he the one who told me not to ruin Marissa’s reputation? Here he is, already setting a wedding date!" Luke muttered under his breath, shock visibly written on his features.

"September the 6th," Morgan confirmed in a voice which settled into a deadly calm.

"And what is so special about this date?" Luke almost shouted, his temper boiling over.

Morgan beamed with pride. "It is a great date! Ninety-six flipped becomes sixty-nine. A perfect cycle! This is a symbol that marks the forever union between the two of you."

Luke nearly groaned. "The guy really doesn’t mind his business," he thought while rubbing his temples.

Morgan gave Luke a hearty slap on the back, so hard that he nearly lost his balance. "You think that’s an incredible idea?" he exclaimed, brimming with excitement.

Luke managed a weak smile, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to argue. Instead, he glanced toward the river, where the remnants of the earlier battle still lingered.

The Phantom Crabs, Shadow Prawns, and other Krakens had left behind a treasure trove of energy that Luke was determined to absorb. If he played his cards right, this bounty could push his soul strength from the pinnacle of the Rank Commander to the Commander level.

"Sure, whatever," was Luke’s half-hearted reply as he nodded in response to Morgan’s suggestion.

As he prepared to stroll away, something suddenly happened behind him, and he paused to listen as a commotion broke out. The sound of gaining hurried footsteps resounded just behind him, along with an excited crowd of voices. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"It’s him! The hero of the Bund

"Singlehandedly defeating all demons - a real fighter!" exclaimed some.

"Still a mid-level mage, but his fighting ability is close to that of a high-level mage!" said others.

"It’s such a shame that he is so talented at a young age; he must belong to a prominent family," they opined in between themselves.

In the ruckus, Luke found himself circled by a small crowd of would-be admirers, whose faces spoke of awe and curiosity.

"Could you please leave your contact details?" a man suggested with unbridled eagerness. "My daughter is 17 and just a rookie magician."

"Nonsense! My daughter is 16 and even more talented. She’s perfect for him!" another one pitched in.