Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 93: Hazel Ross

"Holy crap, he almost killed Walter Murphy with just his presence?!"

"What kind of monster—"

The two bodyguards, still trembling, hurriedly picked up Walter Murphy’s unconscious body and rushed him to a healer.

Meanwhile, Luke turned away, dusting off his sleeves.

"Annoying."

He unfolded his Wind Wings—six beautiful, translucent wings unfurled behind him, casting a divine glow.

Then, with one powerful push, he soared into the sky.

The security guard at the university gates stared at Luke’s retreating figure, his mouth slightly agape.

He swallowed hard.

"...He was a High-level mage?"

Luke’s wings were not ordinary.

For mages, having six wings meant only one thing—

Peak-level mastery.

As the gatekeeper of Arcadia University, he had spent years watching the best and brightest students walk through these doors.

But never had he seen a newcomer like this.

"...I should probably start looking for a new job."

After flying for some time, Luke finally descended, touching down on a quiet stone pathway within the university campus.

He let out a relaxed sigh, finally able to breathe again after all that nonsense.

Then—

He paused.

A figure ahead caught his attention.

A young girl was struggling with a wheelchair that had gotten stuck between the gaps in the stone path.

Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her gentle blue eyes shone with intelligence and warmth.

She seemed frail, but there was an undeniable grace about her movements.

Luke’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"...That face."

"That presence."

He had seen her before.

Suddenly—

A mechanical chime rang in his mind.

[Ding! A qualified person has been detected.]

[Name: Hazel Ross.]

[Qualification Level: High.]

[Note: Qualifications can be improved.]

[Conquer to receive rewards.]

Luke’s eyes widened slightly.

"...Hazel Ross?"

It seemed that fate was once again working in his favor.

And so, with a knowing smirk, he stepped forward, reaching for her wheelchair.

"Let me help you."

And just like that—

Their fateful encounter had begun.

"Mentor?"

Hazel Ross’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly.

In her heart, Nate Dawson was already very powerful among her peers.

But even as a mid-level mage, there was still only one level separating him from countless other students.

As the third largest university in the country, Arcadia Academy required its mentors to be at least high-level mages.

In other words...

Luke was actually a high-level mage?!

"How is that possible? You’re too young to be a mentor!"

Hazel shook her head, refusing to believe it.

A part of her genuinely doubted him.

After all, she had encountered many male students who used exaggerated boasts to win her favor.

This seemed like just another trick.

Despite her disability, Hazel was well aware of her own beauty.

Many male students had tried to get close to her by pretending to be gentlemen or acting as if they had some incredible status.

Luke, however, simply smiled.

He didn’t explain.

"You’re free to believe whatever you want," he shrugged.

"But today’s my first day at school, and I need to report in. Where’s the school’s guidance office? Can you point me in the right direction?"

Hazel frowned slightly, studying him.

As a psychic mage, she had a natural ability to sense lies.

But just now, when she used her ability on Luke...

She couldn’t detect a single flaw.

It was strange.

Could this boy, who looked barely older than her, really be a mentor?

"Fine," she said cautiously. "I’ll take you there. It’s not far ahead."

She secretly expected him to hesitate—that his lie would be exposed.

To her surprise, Luke immediately agreed.

"Great. Lead the way," he said, stepping forward.

Before Hazel could react, he walked behind her wheelchair.

"No, I can do it myself!" she protested, realizing he was about to push her.

Since childhood, the only men who had ever pushed her wheelchair were Nate Dawson and Mo Jiaxing.

For Hazel, this action was extremely personal.

It meant trust.

It meant intimacy.

Luke, however, ignored her protests.

"You’re too slow," he muttered.

Then, instead of pushing the wheelchair—

He picked her up entirely.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!"

Hazel’s face turned red as she struggled, pressing down her skirt to keep it from flipping up. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Luke, let me go! This is improper!"

Her voice carried a hint of psychic magic, an instinctive mental pressure to make him comply.

Luke felt the influence but didn’t even flinch.

"You’re too slow," he repeated casually.

Without waiting for her response, he effortlessly placed her on the back of the Skywing Wolf cub, right between its soft wings.

"Much better," he said.

The students passing by began staring at them, whispering in shock.

"Who is that guy?!"

"Did he just... pick up Hazel Ross?!"

"Wait, wait—is she riding his wolf?!"

"This is insane!"

Some students were laughing, while others looked jealous.

Hazel wanted to disappear.

"Luke, please, I’m begging you, let me down!"

Her ears burned as she tried to cover her face, too embarrassed to look around.

But Luke kept walking confidently, carrying her through the crowded campus like it was nothing.

At the next intersection, Luke paused.

"Which way?" he asked.

Hazel saw her chance.

"If you let me down, I’ll tell you," she bargained.

Luke smirked.

Hazel bit her lip, realizing that he wasn’t going to give in.

After several awkward seconds, she finally gave up and pointed.

"That way..." she mumbled, defeated.

Luke immediately changed direction, carrying her forward.

Hazel exhaled sharply, feeling utterly humiliated.

"You’re definitely not a mentor," she muttered angrily. "Not even a freshman. You’re just a shameless rogue."

Luke chuckled.

"Now that’s just rude," he said. "I’m very much a mentor."

As they finally approached the teaching office, Hazel glanced up, hopeful.

"Alright, we’re here," she sighed. "Now put me down!"

Instead of gently placing her back in her wheelchair—

Luke set her down on top of a stone lion at the entrance.

Hazel sat frozen, her eyes wide with shock.

She was sitting on a stone lion—like some cheap statue decoration!

For a long moment, she simply stared at Luke, her bottom lip trembling.

Then, as her eyes glistened, she realized—