Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 115: The Simulation Had Only Just Begun, But Their Group Had Already Run Into Trouble
Chapter 115: The Simulation Had Only Just Begun, But Their Group Had Already Run Into Trouble
Meanwhile, in a different part of the simulation, the moment Everly’s eyes opened in the simulation, she felt the pressure hit her chest.
It wasn’t heavy.
Just...real.
The forest was dense.
Thick trees towered on every side, their branches stretching so high they blocked most of the sun.
Beams of soft light broke through here and there, touching the ground in slow-moving patches. The soil was soft and uneven, and the smell of moss and wet bark filled the air.
Everly stood still.
Her boots sank slightly into the soft ground, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were locked on the clearing ahead.
The simulation had only just begun, but their group had already run into trouble.
Big trouble.
A massive bear-like beast stood across from them—thick limbs, sharp claws, black fur with gray streaks down its back.
Its eyes glowed faint yellow, and its breath came out in thick huffs that misted in the warm air.
The beast was the size of a truck.
And it had already seen them.
Everly didn’t panic.
She had seen this creature type in training logs before. They were loners—territorial and aggressive.
If it had a mate or a cub, they wouldn’t be close. These things didn’t hunt in packs.
But still, she scanned the area once more—eyes flicking to every tree, every bush, every shadow.
No movement.
Just them and the beast.
Good.
That gave them a clean fight.
Her fingers moved without hesitation. She raised her hand, palm open, and focused.
Light bent.
Energy gathered.
Golden heat shimmered between her fingertips, forming a sleek arrow of condensed sunlight.
It pulsed faintly, humming with the power of her S-Rank Solar Manipulation—but dulled. She wasn’t using everything.
Only a fourth of her full strength.
No need to go all out yet.
The beast shifted its weight and let out a low snarl.
Behind her, the rest of her team adjusted.
One girl stepped forward, gripping a short curved blade—her stance firm, legs wide—and she was the melee attacker.
Everly hadn’t caught her name yet, but she remembered seeing her in a few classes. Fast, confident, quiet.
To the right, another girl raised both arms and summoned a glowing energy dome around herself.
A soft blue barrier pulsed outward in waves—that was the defender. Her power focused on absorbing force and spreading damage away from the team.
And off to the side, a third girl knelt and placed her hands on the ground. A light green ring of energy appeared under their feet—healing support.
Small range, but enough for the group to stay on their feet during direct hits.
It was a good team.
Mr. Halden had said he would assign a balanced team.
He meant it.
Everly didn’t need to speak.
They all knew what to do.
She took aim.
The golden arrow narrowed and sharpened, now glowing slightly at the tip.
The beast growled again, lower this time. It was testing them and waiting to see if they’d run.
Big mistake.
She let the arrow fly.
It shot through the air like a beam—silent, straight, fast.
The beast flinched.
Too late.
The arrow slammed into its left eye.
A flash of light burst out from the impact point, and the creature roared, stumbling back, one paw raised as it tried to swipe at the burning sensation.
Steam hissed off its face where the sunlight had seared through flesh.
The attacker moved instantly.
She blurred forward, dashing across the grass with her blade drawn low, kicking up a line of dirt behind her.
Everly kept her eyes forward, already preparing another arrow.
The defender stepped to the side, ready to redirect any wide attacks, her dome pulsing as she moved.
The healer shifted her hands again, steady, silent, watching for the first injury.
The bear beast recovered fast.
It slammed its paw into the ground, cracking the soil.
Then it lunged straight for the melee girl.
She didn’t back down.
She rolled left at the last second, slashed upward, and dragged her blade across its shoulder.
Sparks flew—its skin was tougher than expected, but the cut still landed.
Blood dripped.
The beast roared again, angrier this time.
Everly fired another arrow.
This one struck its front leg, slowing it, making it stumble again.
It tried to pivot, to swing back toward her, but the defender stepped in.
Her barrier flared just as the claw came down.
A heavy shockwave rolled across the clearing.
The impact knocked dust and leaves into the air, but the shield held.
Cracks formed, but it didn’t break.
The melee fighter struck again—two quick cuts along the hind leg, then a stab toward the ribs. One hit glanced, the other sank in slightly.
Not deep enough.
But enough to keep the beast turning.
Everly took a slow breath.
She could feel the heat rising.
Her third arrow formed—larger this time. A bit more power. Still nowhere near her full strength, but enough to push it back.
She raised it again.
And this time, she aimed for the spine.
The beast was crouching low, getting ready to leap again.
She fired.
The arrow curved in midair, arcing upward before slamming down right between the creature’s shoulder blades.
A blast of golden light flared.
The beast screamed, not just a roar this time, but real pain.
It thrashed hard, clawing at the ground, then stumbled sideways and dropped to its knees.
The attacker didn’t wait.
She dashed forward one more time—blade low, aimed for the neck.
The strike connected.
The beast fell still.
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The healer rose slowly and dropped her hands. The green glow faded.
The defender exhaled and lowered her arms, the barrier disappearing.
Everly stayed still.
She scanned the trees again.
Still nothing.
No signs of more creatures.
No sounds nearby.
Just silence—and the soft hum of the simulation system as it logged the victory.
The melee girl walked back first.
She gave Everly a nod. "Nice shot."
Everly nodded back. "Good follow-up."
Meanwhile, the defender didn’t say much; she just raised a hand to adjust the strap on her arm guard.
The healer brushed her knees off and stretched.
They weren’t celebrating.
They weren’t relaxing.
They knew better.
This was just the start.
