Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 105: Sierra Ling

The quiet cackle that emerged from her throat startled the nearest students. Lynn, noticing Hannah’s strange behavior, turned around fully.

"Hannah?" he called. His voice held a note of real concern. "Are you okay? Come on, we need to move!"

Hannah’s laughter swelled, as though fueled by a hidden mania. Her eyes shone with a malevolent glint that no one had ever seen before.

"You’re not going anywhere," she said softly, taking a step forward. "None of you are. The Fort Snail will feast on you all, or maybe you’ll drown in your own fear before that happens."

"Hannah, snap out of it!" Another student reached toward her with trembling fingers. "What’s wrong with you?"

She whipped her head around, wet strands of hair flinging droplets of water, and regarded them with contempt.

"Wrong with me? I’m just done pretending. Go ahead. Try to leave. The rain’s only going to get worse. And you, dear classmates... you’ll find no shelter."

Her smile widened into something feral, a terrifying expression that rooted everyone to the spot. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Lynn—realizing they were in danger—shouted, "Run!"

But the downpour turned into a deluge, creating ankle-deep streams in the broken asphalt. Visibility dropped to near zero as thunder rumbled like an oncoming apocalypse. Some students tried to inch away, but Hannah’s crazed laughter pierced the roar of the storm.

It was as though they were all caught in a nightmare, the swirling rain mixing with the bleak luminescence of the Snail-lifted city in the background. Hannah’s silhouette flickered in and out of the downpour, her voice echoing with manic glee.

"That look you’re giving me..." She raised a hand, brushing aside drenched bangs from her face. "It’s the look of someone who doesn’t realize they’re already dead."

And indeed, her eyes shone with a predatory light, as if she relished watching their terror.

That single expression made it clear that she saw them as nothing more than expendable pawns.

And, as thunder crashed overhead, it was painfully obvious the once-friendly mage they knew as Hannah Simmons had transformed into something far more dangerous.

"Are you out of your mind, Hannah? We have to leave, now!" Lynn Zane shouted, his voice nearly cracking with urgency. Rain pelted his face and hair, plastering his clothes to his body.

The thick droplets struck with a percussive drumbeat, as if nature itself demanded they flee immediately.

Yet Hannah Simmons, arms folded, displayed an almost casual indifference. "Run if you want," she replied, not even bothering to raise her voice over the downpour. Her eyes had an unsettling gleam to them. "It makes no difference to me. Go ahead and try."

Several other students exchanged glances of disbelief. Tension pressed down on them like a tangible weight.

Moments ago, they had been scrambling in a frantic retreat, determined to escape the monstrous scene behind them: a colossal snail—the so-called Fort Snail—that had lifted Lion City into the air.

Demons, shrieking and wild-eyed, converged from all directions with incomprehensible fervor.

Lynn Zane squared his shoulders, speaking over the roar of the storm. "Hannah, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but if you stay here, you’ll be torn apart by these creatures. Now move!"

Hannah merely responded with a crooked smile. "Anyone who wants to die with me can stay behind, too," she taunted. A stark clap of thunder punctuated her words, lightning revealing the anxious expressions of their fellow students.

One of the younger mages found his knees shaking so violently he could hardly stand. "Why are you doing this?" he choked out. "Don’t you see what’s happening? We need to regroup with the others. We need to call for help!"

Hannah tilted her head back, allowing the rain to drench her face. "Help? You’re far too late for that."

Her tone carried a quiet menace that made everyone’s skin crawl. "Haven’t you noticed? The demons around us aren’t killing each other. They’re not even after you. They only want one thing. And if you stand in their way, it’ll be your funeral."

Beyond them, in the half-collapsed remnants of a forest, massive trunks crashed to the ground under the stampede of fiends.

The river that once fed the city’s moat burst its banks, its waters swirling chaotically, threatening to wash away entire sections of land.

A horde of feral beasts, their eyes aglow with unearthly hunger, rushed toward Lion City—which now perched on the shell of that gargantuan snail.

The creatures exhibited no mindless bloodlust, but rather a frenzied, almost covetous drive to reach their destination.

Lynn’s face twisted in confusion. "What’s drawing them?" he demanded, voice strained. "Why are they swarming like this? Is it the snail?"

Hannah’s smile deepened. "Poor Lynn, you’re too naive. You think my old name means anything now? ’Hannah Simmons’... what a useless disguise."

She flicked away the strands of hair clinging to her cheeks. "I’m Sierra Ling, the one destined to overshadow Salan himself. So rest assured: none of you are worth my time."

Her final words sent a collective chill through the small crowd. Sierra Ling—that was her true identity, hidden behind the mild façade of Hannah Simmons.

Step by step, she moved toward them, her motions slow and deliberate.

As lightning flashed again, a swirl of wind magic flared at her back, forming graceful yet lethal wings that elevated her into the air.

The startled students gaped as she soared above them, rain streaming off her in rivulets.

"S-Sierra Ling?" one student stammered. "What is that name supposed to mean?"

Another shook his head in raw disbelief. "She—she’s with the Black Holy Sect or something, isn’t she? She even mentioned Salan..."

At that, Sierra Ling let out a mocking laugh. "You little novices can’t imagine the weight of our ambitions. Stand aside, or be trampled underfoot by those who serve a higher cause."

Realizing there was no reasoning with her, most of the remaining students backed away, fear tight in their throats.

Several had already turned and sprinted, pushing themselves toward the distant road they had come from.

But with muddy ground sucking at their shoes and demonic roars echoing all around, their retreat seemed fraught with peril at every step.