My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 854 - 855: You

Ah, fate. It was unavoidable. Damon personally felt that the universe took great pleasure in constantly mocking him.

In this particular moment, that feeling was incredibly literal.

He rose from his seat, making sure not to turn his back just yet. The weight of the stare fixed upon him was as piercing as he recalled.

Indeed, the first time he encountered this specific gaze was during a brush with death, a moment where he had barely managed to cling to life.

Finally, he turned to face the woman who represented a direct threat to his virtue.

His expression was flat and weary, showing a man who had almost accepted his grim destiny.

"It’s been too long." He spoke with a forced composure, while Evangeline shot him a look of pure revulsion, as though she were observing a pile of trash.

Standing in the doorway was a striking woman with bronze skin, her attire revealing her midriff. She possessed dark, piercing eyes and matching long hair, with a pair of small antlers sprouting from her forehead.

A blade carved from bone was strapped to her back. Her frosty gaze remained locked on Damon, who was currently attempting to drift toward the nearest window.

Her mouth twisted into a smirk laced with irritation.

"I see you."

Damon folded his arms over his chest.

"Wendy. It’s been quite a while."

Naturally, it had to be Wendy. No other woman would glare at him with such predatory intent, as if she intended to consume him whole.

Wendy was the name he had bestowed upon her. He simply hadn't anticipated her transforming into a literal human being.

To provide some background, Wendy was originally a monster. She had been a wendigo, an ancient evil spirit. However, as part of a grander scheme, an unknown god had reshaped her into a person—perhaps just to find a new way to torment Damon.

The core of the issue was that Damon had slain Wendy’s asexual offspring back during her time as a beast. While killing him was a secondary objective, her main goal—thanks to the influence of Waton of Valtheron—was to mate with Damon to replace her lost children.

Damon would have preferred to end her life before things reached this stage, but her unique abilities made her effectively impossible to kill.

Noticing the newcomer, Evangeline directed a look of absolute disgust at Damon. She understood the situation perfectly.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"Pervert."

Damon ground his teeth together.

"I’m the victim here!"

Wendy had remained silent until that moment. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

"He asked me to kneel and call him daddy."

She delivered the line clearly and without a hint of hesitation.

Evangeline’s jaw dropped, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a response. She had called him a pervert as a casual insult, but she hadn't expected—

"Ah... you absolute beast."

Wendy observed the reaction. Having spent months among humans, she now possessed a firm grasp of language and social etiquette. She was well aware that asking someone to kneel and call them "daddy" was far from normal behavior.

"He even gave me his word that we would have babies, though he mentioned he wasn't the type to take responsibility."

Her time in the pleasure district had been educational. The elder sisters there had warned her that men were generally scum who only sought one thing. They had advised her to make sure she trapped the bastard.

Leona blinked in confusion, scratching her head.

"Oh, Wendy, you’ve returned! And look, I found Damon. Well, actually he found me, but the result is the same."

Hearing her innocent, cheerful voice made Damon inhale sharply.

"Leona, how could you do this? I can't believe you set me up like this. You really should have mentioned that the 'familiar face' was Wendy. This is a total trap! You withheld that detail on purpose. Who taught you to be so devious?"

She gave him a playful smile and stuck out her tongue.

"Heheh, sorry! You didn't specifically ask, and I did sort of promise Wendy that I'd assist her."

Wendy began to walk toward him, her steps silent and light.

"Did you truly believe you could keep playing me forever?"

Damon let out a scoff.

He paused to think. This was Wendy. In the past, he had easily manipulated her. He could handle this. It didn't matter if she had become more cultured or gained a bit of life experience.

He sighed theatrically.

"Fine, have it your way. If you want to mess with me, so be it. But you should know, if I am not in a healthy emotional state, I am physically unable to reproduce."

She met his claim with a flat, unimpressed stare.

"That isn't how biology works. You aren't tricking me this time."

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Damon’s forehead.

"Wait, wait, I—I—"

Lacking a logical argument, he simply blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I’m pregnant! You can’t touch me. You’ll put the baby at risk!"

Wendy stopped in her tracks. Evangeline’s eyes went wide with shock. Leona couldn't help but snicker.

Wendy pointed a finger at him.

"You are a man."

Damon hung his head.

"I have a secret... I—I am a transvestite."

Evangeline shook her head in shame on behalf of the entire trans community, silently praying for a goddess to strike the man down with a bolt of lightning.

Wendy looked puzzled.

"What is a transvestite?"

Damon smirked internally.

"Ah, I knew it. Complex vocabulary still confuses her."

He shut his eyes and continued the act.

"It means that if a woman tries to make babies with me before I am emotionally prepared, I will wither away and perish."

Her eyes widened in genuine alarm.

"It is an extremely rare medical case."

She began to tremble.

"That is horrific. I was unaware that humans suffered from such a terrible malady."

Evangeline covered her face with her hands. With every passing second, he managed to sink to a new low as a human being.

Leona was speechless, simply watching as Damon once again hoodwinked the naive Wendy.

He slumped back into his chair.

"I’ve been consulting healers, but my health isn't improving. Apparently, it's because I walk too much. If I had a mount to ride, I might be cured in, say, several decades or maybe a century."

Wendy gasped, placing a hand over her mouth.

"I see. How tragic."

Then, she suddenly lunged forward and grabbed him.

"Do you honestly expect me to fall for that? I met several trans people in the pleasure district. It isn't a disease."

Damon gave a sheepish smile.

"Heheh, you caught me."

She crossed her arms defiantly.

"That wasn't even my point. We can deal with sex another day."

Damon mimicked her earlier gesture, placing a hand over his mouth.

"When did you become so forward and shameless? My, what a bad girl you've become."

She glared at him, her eyes turning cold once more.

"Do not talk down to me."

She closed her eyes for a moment.

"I wish to ask about Waton. I never had the chance to bid him farewell before he passed away. After all, he was my very first friend."

The tension in Damon’s face softened.

"He was glad to have known you."

She gave a small nod.

"I understand."

Turning her attention back to Leona, she spoke.

"Right. And I have located Xander Ravenscroft."