Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 104: The Rising Beast

"I can’t believe it’s not some emperor-level monster," he said through gritted teeth. "I’ve never seen anything on this scale."

"It looks like it’s stopped...at least for now," Elias observed, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "What in the world are we even dealing with?

I’ve heard stories of giant creatures in myths—but seeing it with my own eyes is something else entirely."

Luke’s gaze flicked to Hazel, noticing the tension in her posture. She had been concentrating intensely since the first tremor. "Hazel, sense anything unusual about this monster?"

She frowned, pushing back a loose strand of hair. "I don’t feel an ounce of malice, not like you would sense from a typical demon.

Usually there’s some primal hostility, some resonance of aggression. But it’s...silent. Not at all like it’s trying to drive us away."

"That makes no sense," Luke replied. He couldn’t shake the uncanny strangeness of a creature so large remaining utterly silent—no mighty bellow, no thunderous roar.

Nothing but that heartbeat. "Could it be a totemic creature, like one of those ancient guardians?"

Elias shook his head in frustration. "If it were a totem, it might still show some inclination toward hostility if we weren’t recognized as allies. But I’m getting nothing. No ill will. Just...stillness."

Luke lingered a moment longer, gauging the distance between himself and the towering shell. Deciding it was too risky to push deeper, he exhaled.

"We should back off until we know more. This thing could flatten half the region if it decided to move."

Hazel nodded, relief softening her worried expression. The trio ascended swiftly, the air whipping around them, until they were well beyond the beast’s territory.

To their collective surprise, the monster did nothing to stop them. It simply remained in place, perched on the land it had hoisted into the skies.

On the outskirts of Arcadia University’s expedition site, a group of students stood rooted in alarm as the city rose in the distance, gravity-defying and nightmarish.

Perola, her usually composed face etched with shock, tried to formulate an explanation, while Laura Adams, equally stunned, simply stared at the vast silhouette of the Fort Snail beneath Lion City.

Neither tutor had seen anything quite like this in the real world—yet they recognized it from old, half-forgotten lore.

"How could the Fort Snail appear here of all places?" Perola breathed, a quiver in her voice. "This type of beast... I’ve only seen passing references in obscure texts."

Laura Adams’s voice trembled as her gaze tracked the distant colossus. "If that snail keeps moving, or if it’s triggered by any threat, it could demolish everything in its path.

Even Arcadia would stand little chance."

The surrounding students, mostly novices and intermediates in magical training, felt their hearts hammering in their chests.

Some openly gaped at the monstrous scene, while others clutched their staffs or grimoires in trembling hands.

"Where’s Hazel Ross?" one of them asked in panic, scanning the air. "She was inside the city, right?"

"She’s with Luke and Elias Vaughn," Laura said. "I just hope they managed to escape before—"

Perola suddenly remembered who else might be in peril. "We need to find them," she said urgently, her wings—true, physical black wings—bursting out from her back.

Laura Adams did the same, revealing her own set of tangible wings, not the ethereal wind constructs used by standard wind mages.

The students gawked, half in awe, half in fear. They had never seen their tutors fully reveal such abilities. "W-wait!" someone shouted. "What about us? We can’t be left here alone!"

Laura Adams clenched her jaw. "If we stay, we’ll be useless in the face of that behemoth. We can’t protect you from something this big."

4She swept a stern look across them. "Find cover. Head for the aircraft or any safe area with the Arcadia authorities. This monster’s presence could provoke a cataclysm."

Perola nodded, turning to the group. "Make sure you evacuate as fast as you can. Follow standard demon-emergency protocols."

One of the older students—a quick-thinking individual named Lynn—swallowed hard. "Y-yes, tutors. Everyone, come on! Let’s head for the Skyhawk aircraft!"

At once, confusion ignited among the group. Some were so panicked they could barely move, tears in their eyes as the looming shadow of the Fort Snail seeped across the horizon.

Others pressed their lips into thin lines of determination. They’d trained for emergencies, though never quite like this.

"Lynn, do you think we can really make it?" asked a trembling male student. "If that thing—if it takes even one step—"

"We have to try," Lynn said, urging them onward with an unsteady but resolute voice. "We’ll be crushed if we stay here. Move!"

The group began to shuffle away from the vantage point, searching for the Skyhawk landing area.

Overhead, the sky churned as dark clouds gathered. Suddenly, a few heavy drops of rain splashed against their cheeks. Then the drizzle turned into a torrent, drenching them in seconds.

"Oh, no," one student groaned, blinking water out of his eyes. "It’s coming down so fast."

In this kind of weather, the Skyhawk—already known to be finicky in flight—would struggle to lift off safely.

The heavy aircraft required stable conditions just to hover properly, and any turbulence could mean a fatal crash.

Lightning cracked in the distance, illuminating a figure standing slightly apart from the rest of the group.

Hannah Simmons was there, her hair plastered to her face, and for a moment, something in her expression changed. Her normally bright, inquisitive gaze turned cold, distant—almost predatory.

She let out a soft laugh, nearly inaudible under the pounding rain.

"Rain... what a perfect opportunity," she murmured to herself. A kind of twisted glee danced in her eyes as she surveyed her soaked classmates.

Oblivious, Lynn waved from farther ahead. "Hannah, let’s go! We can’t stay here. We’ll freeze or get attacked by lesser demons, or worse!"

But Hannah just stood there, water streaming down her temples, as if the downpour thrilled her. "Poisonous rain," she whispered under her breath.

"Now you worthless demon-fodder from Avalon Lake can taste a fraction of what’s to come."