Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users
Chapter 271: Domain Formation & Rule Theory

Chapter 271: Domain Formation & Rule Theory

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Rayce gave the faintest smile—barely a twitch at the edge of his mouth—but somehow it felt like approval anyway.

"Good," he said, his voice quiet but clear. "Powers reflect pressure. Connection relieves it. You’ll need each other more than you think."

No one replied right away. They didn’t need to. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was steady, grounded, a pause filled with understanding.

They stayed where they were for a few more seconds, standing close, letting the quiet settle like a warm breath across the space between them.

Then, without a word, they stepped down from the platform together.

—

That night, none of them went straight to bed.

Instead, they ended up on the rooftop deck of their housing, as if drawn there by the same quiet impulse.

The air was cool, brushing gently across their skin, and the campus stretched out below them like some glowing city of stars.

Protective energy fields shimmered faintly around the taller towers, and every now and then, the hum of a distant shuttle would blend with the wind, soft and constant.

Everly was the first to sit; she didn’t talk, didn’t crack a joke, or comment on the day. She just folded her arms around her knees and leaned against Ethan’s side, her head resting lightly against his shoulder.

Her dessert grenade sat beside her, untouched—its icing message still perfectly intact.

She wasn’t teasing. Wasn’t asleep either. Just still. Present.

Evelyn sat close as well, not touching but near, her posture straight and balanced, hands relaxed in her lap, eyes focused somewhere along the distant horizon.

The breeze tugged gently at her long hair, but she didn’t push it back. She let it move.

And Ethan?

He sat between them, silent, feeling the weight of the day settle in his chest, not as a burden, but as a realization.

This place... it wasn’t just about pushing them harder or testing their limits.

It was peeling them open, layer by layer, not to expose weakness but to reveal what was real underneath all the noise.

Not soldiers. Not tools. Just people. Flawed, learning, changing. And he was starting to feel that.

He was starting to see it.

—

Morning arrived with golden light bleeding through the blinds, casting soft lines across the dorm walls and floor.

There was a low hum of campus activity outside, that usual blend of early-day routines—shuttle traffic, wake-up chimes, conversation just distant enough to blur into the background.

It didn’t feel rushed. Just steady.

Ethan stretched as he got dressed, still half-lost in thought, the memory of yesterday’s pulse test lingering at the edge of his awareness like a whisper he couldn’t quite place.

He thought about what Rayce had said—that their powers were mirrors for what was happening inside.

It didn’t sound revolutionary, but something about how Evelyn had stepped in, completely calm, no hesitation... that had stuck with him.

Their first class was located in the Foundation Annex—just northeast of the central tower. The walk there was quiet.

Not awkward, just the kind of quiet that didn’t need filling. The three of them moved in rhythm now, naturally falling into step like they’d done it every day for years instead of just three.

The classroom was wide and colder than most, not in temperature but in feeling. It felt like whatever they were about to learn wasn’t meant to be taken lightly.

A floating plaque hovered just above the front panel, displaying the course title in crisp silver script:

DOMAIN FORMATION & RULE THEORY

Inside, some students were already seated. A few tapped nervously on desks. Others just stared blankly at the glowing sigil on the wall.

There was an air of expectation—and maybe tension.

The doors sealed behind them with a low hiss.

From the far side of the room, a woman stepped forward.

Older than the instructors they’d seen so far. Pale skin. Her hair, tightly pulled into a braided bun, was streaked with silver and ashen tones.

She wore a long, layered coat, not showy but clearly meaningful—ancient crests were stitched into the hem, each one glowing faintly with residual energy.

She stopped at the center of the room and spoke without raising her voice.

"I am Archivist Velrin," she said plainly. "I was one of the original signatories on the Sovereign Zone Charter. Most of you were not born then. Many of your instructors were not either."

There was a pause—long enough to remind them that whatever they thought they knew didn’t matter here.

She glanced at Ethan for a heartbeat—not with suspicion, not even interest. Just acknowledgment. As if ticking off a mental box.

"I know you expect this to be theoretical. Diagrams. Historical anecdotes. Maybe a few debates about which forms of intention produce the most stable cores. But that’s not this class."

She pressed her hand to a silver plate built into her desk. The lights dimmed slightly, and a wall panel slid open to reveal a containment ring—large, circular, etched with layers of complex sigils and shimmer-thread seals.

"You will simulate a domain fragment using raw intent—no external power allowed. No scripts.

If you don’t understand what defines you, it will collapse. If you try to fake it, you will faint. If you succeed... you’ll know."

Then she pointed.

"Three at a time."

Ethan didn’t think. He just moved.

Evelyn followed without hesitation. Everly sighed, as if she regretted standing up early in the morning, but she stepped forward anyway, flicking her braid over her shoulder.

As soon as Ethan entered the ring, he felt it, resistance, not like a wall, but like the space around him was aware of him. Waiting.

Velrin’s voice softened, almost a whisper. "Close your eyes. Don’t reach outward. Let your intent rise. Feel what makes you."

Ethan exhaled. Thought of the grove. The rune. The strange, echoing stillness that had been growing stronger ever since.

He didn’t try to summon energy. He didn’t force anything.

He just let himself... exist.

And then it came.

Not light. Not sound.

Pressure.

The ring shimmered.

Soft silver-blue lines laced the platform, stretching in thin arcs around him. The air felt thick, alive. Evelyn opened her eyes beside him.