My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 879 - 880: Within This Room

Damon entered the tower. The instant he crossed the archway, it seemed like space had flipped upside down.

Glancing behind him, he saw the entrance had vanished.

He let out a scoff laced with contempt.

"Basic space tricks. So creative."

Such minor feats no longer amazed Damon; he had surpassed that stage long ago.

Surveying his surroundings, he found the area shrouded in darkness, dotted with several luminous doors that likely connected to various spots.

Damon halted, attempting to guess which door Sylvia and Lilith might have picked, but after pondering, he simply abandoned the idea and selected one at random.

Upon opening his eyes, he discovered himself in a chamber overrun with dangling chains.

Advancing ahead, he noticed a figure perched upon a throne.

"What a coincidence that the door you picked leads straight to me. This must be fate at work."

The voice came from the man on the throne.

He was a massive figure, a chain encircling his neck while others coiled around his waist, linking to a pair of swords clearly bound by those chains.

This appeared to be some kind of enchanted relic. It sent a shiver through Damon upon sight, accompanied by the intense, formidable presence of a fourth-class powerhouse.

"Fate, huh. Perhaps it is. Though I never imagined you'd be the one cursed with such bad luck," Damon responded with steady calm.

The man arched his eyebrows before erupting into guffaws.

"You're quite the bold one, aren't you? It's uncommon to witness such swagger from a lich inferior to me."

The man tilted his head downward, gazing at Damon from above.

"You'll meet your end with more arrogance than most."

Damon snorted, shaking his head in dismissal.

"Going out humbly would be pathetic. Humility isn't strength; it's just evidence you've been trampled all your life. And even more crucially..."

Damon halted, lifting his gaze toward him.

"Who the hell are you?"

A prolonged, quiet moment hung from the man. Then he exploded into laughter.

"Hahah... hahaha teeeeeee haha..."

He brushed away a tear from the corner of his eye.

"That makes sense why you're so full of yourself. No surprise you had no clue about my identity. Alright then, it'd be unjust to let you perish without knowing."

He lifted his hand, a icy glint flashing in his eyes.

"I rule this city, serve as the prison god's right hand, command chains, rule over brands, reign as king of the chained halls. I am the High Prophet."

Damon let out a sigh, a throbbing ache building in his head.

"Alright. I'm Damon."

No shift appeared on the man's face. Damon had hoped for terror, yet he only observed a serene, somewhat weary expression.

"You know you'll perish today."

Damon gave a casual shrug.

"Possibly. But not at your hands."

He moved ahead as the High Prophet rose from his seat. The chains draped over him started to shine with a crimson glow.

Damon drew in a steadying breath and reviewed his present status.

[HP: 24,995 / 17,955]

[Mana: 55,567 / 15,754]

[Strength: 31,124]

[Agility: 23,157]

[Speed: 33,985]

[Endurance: 34,210]

[Class: Usurper]

[Shadow: 1,900]

[Shadow Hunger Levels: 10%]

[Shadow Level: 19]

[Condition: Shadow Is Fed]

[Attributes: Umbral, Domination Fragment]

[Skills:]

[5x] [Remorseless] [Shadow Perception] [Water Celebration] [Sacrifice] [Shadow Control] [Parkour] [Shadow Armor] [Beholder’s Gaze] [Dead Eye] [Spirit Affinity] [Ashborn] [Omen of Dread] [Dealer’s Hand] [Bloodletting] [Shadow Movement] [Shadow] [Faceless] [Danger Sense] [Shadow Storage] [Wave Walk] [Shadow Clone] [Blitz] [Flash Step] [Air Walk] [Appraisal] [Iron Bones] [Astral Projection] [Accel] [Terror Engine] [Vengeance] [Soul Tongue] [Eyes of Veracity] [Shadow Stride] [Soul Conduit] [Heart of Shadow] [Demon Dominate] [Shadow Seizer]

[Mastery:]

[Etiquette Lv3] [Swordsmanship Lv7] [Survival Lv10] [Persuasion Lv2] [Deception Lv3] [Bartering Lv2] [Theft Lv3] [Archery Lv5] [Trap Lv5] [Alchemy Lv1] [Dagger Arts Lv5] [Cooking Lv2] [Basic Magic Lv5] [Mana Control Lv7] [Magic Gatling Lv5] [Pain Resistance Lv6] [Mental Contamination Resistance Lv5] [Disintegration Resistance Lv3] [Sniper Lv5] [Rune Magic Lv3] [Insanity Lv4] [Fate Manipulation Resistance Lv2] [Ravenous Lv Max] [Poison Resistance Lv6] [Elemental Resistance Lv3] [Petrification Resistance Lv5] [Magic Resistance Lv5] [Curse Resistance Lv2] [Pressure Resistance Lv2] [Corruption Resistance Lv5] [Aura Farming Lv4] [Charisma Lv9] [Tyranny Lv3] [Ragebaiting Lv5] [Shadow Manipulation Lv1]

[Items:]

[Pale Crown Armor] [Broken Bonds] [Deep Quiver] [Silver Blades] [Staff of Carnage] [Sword of Nicolas] [Furnace of Frost] [Helm of Balero] [Womb of Healing] [Charms] [Potions] [Miscellaneous Items]

[Quest:]

[Path to Conflict] [Nightmare of Lazarak]

His mana reserves remained insufficient. He pushed to restore as much as possible, yet without surrounding mana, recovery proved challenging. His third-class body had been fully refined already.

Regarding his foe, Damon sensed this individual might be the strongest fourth-class entity in this realm.

With vast combat expertise, he promised to be a formidable adversary.

"You dare challenge me. I respect your courage," the High Prophet declared, assuming a combat pose.

Damon inclined his head gradually.

"Alright then."

He produced a coin.

"We'll battle fairly. It begins when the coin lands."

The High Prophet agreed with a nod.

As Damon flung the coin upward, his gaze instinctively tracked it. In that brief instant, he released a surge of Ashborn fire, triggering a thunderous blast.

Seamlessly, he summoned an icy column via Ice Dominate.

[5x] triggered, boosting his velocity as he inflicted maximum harm in the scant moments available.

He struck downward using Dealer’s Hand, enveloping the edge in fire.

"Midnight."

He executed the second stance of the Brightwater method.

Blood flowed as Bloodletting engaged, causing a hemorrhage on his rival.

Yet that fell short. His blade halted. Even with his rapid strikes, no lethal blows connected.

The High Prophet had countered and parried, permitting only slight injury.

His features contorted in fury.

"You're without honor. Lacking a warrior's spine or dignity?"

Damon cocked his head.

"Dignity? What's that? I take pride in lacking any pride."

Irritation flared in the High Prophet. He'd never encountered a warrior so brazenly without honor.

"Very well. Then perish as a coward."

The chains encircling him stirred as he unsheathed his dual swords. Each linked by radiant chains, vivid red akin to blood or a fading summer sunset.

The instant his adversary lunged, Damon parried with his fractured sword. Sparks scattered wildly, illuminating the dim room while suspended chains clashed fiercely.

Damon couldn't match his sheer physical might and got hurled back. Still, leveraging parkour prowess, he touched down on a pillar's rim and rebounded, shattering it with a sonic crack that toppled its base.

Mid-flip in the sky, he loosed multiple arcs of sword qi.

His foe evaded, launching his blade as the chains pulsed deep scarlet.

Damon narrowly evaded, the strike veering to clip him despite his swiftness.

His protective gear buckled. Crimson sprayed from the gash.

Clenching his jaw, he treaded the air via Air Walk while deploying both fire bursts and an icy spire.

Under usual circumstances, he'd avoid employing Domination powers. But here, only he and his opponent remained.

No reason to restrain himself.

He'd unleash his full arsenal against this mighty enemy.

And he'd slay him.

Next, he'd press deeper into the tower to claim the pseudo-immortality elixir.

All his efforts led here. So near.

Just one barrier remained.

This warrior.

"And soon, a corpse."

"Is this your ability, Damon," the man observed, "or some sorcery?"

The High Prophet sneered.

While pursuing Damon through the skies, demolishing columns, the tower's innards crumbled under their clash's intensity, chains clanging in chaos.

"As if I'd reveal that. Extracting details from enemies is standard strategy."

Damon merged into darkness right as the blade nearly sliced his cheek, a faint blood line forming before he rematerialized across the chamber.

"Fair enough. Still, I'd like the elixir's location. Killing you without reward would be pointless."

The resonant words caused the High Prophet a brief hesitation. Then came a chuckle.

"Such hubris. Or perhaps madness. What, implying you're not at full power?"

Damon nodded deliberately.

"We haven't unleashed everything yet. You're restraining yourself too, right?"

The High Prophet halted, then affirmed with a nod.

"Agreed. Now you've piqued my curiosity."

He gestured toward a path.

"Head that direction, and you'll enter the elixir's vault, skipping our deadly snares. But first, overcome me."

Damon acknowledged.

Darkness surged, sheathing his form as shadow armor protruded in spikes.

"Excellent. Now perish."

A being of solid shadow occupied the spot where the youth once stood.

But it faded away, his Ravenous shift aborted.

Damon's eyes bulged as the man grinned.

"I ban that power in this chamber."