My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 881 - 882: A Full Time Job

The chains grew quiet.

Silence hung in the chamber briefly, as though the tower denied the reality of the event. The light from the suspended chains wavered, their red hue fading to a dull brownish tone, until they broke apart completely. Pieces of metal dropped to the ground resembling lifeless snakes.

The High Prophet’s form jerked once.

After that, it started to break down.

Fissures of faint light extended from the spot where Broken Bonds had struck him, spreading over his torso, neck, and features. His lips parted like he meant to cry out, yet nothing emerged.

The breakdown avoided fierce destruction. Rather, a gaping mouth emerged from the darkness and swallowed him whole.

A fourth class powerhouse.

Wiped out.

The blade absorbed deeply.

Damon remained in place for a few moments, wobbling a bit, with blood continuing to flow from the damage slashed into his body. His shadow detached from the column and glided under his soles, blending perfectly, like it had always stayed put.

The craving of his shadow plunged suddenly from near-starvation to a level he could handle.

Damon wheezed while pulling out a healing potion and carefully dripped its liquid onto his injuries.

As recovery took hold, the agony eased bit by bit, his skin mending itself. He drew in a long breath.

That brought some comfort. Without his caution and fortune, death would have claimed him just then.

Rising to his feet, he started moving gradually toward the exit that led to the elixir's location, his breaths coming labored.

"Dealing with fourth class advancements remains such a hassle."

He passed through multiple entrances before arriving at a radiant door at the far end. Crossing its threshold, he entered a room bathed in white.

Enormous columns formed the ground, set widely apart. Crossing to the opposite side meant traversing their tops.

Without pause, Damon acted. The instant his boot touched a column, a broad walkway materialized above them.

"Illusion magic."

He looked ahead and moved onto the concealed route. Step by step, he advanced toward the chamber's conclusion.

Upon arriving at the elixir, a frown creased his brow.

Blood marked its surface.

The rotating device supporting the gleaming golden liquid bore faint smears.

Damon let out a quiet snort.

"Lilith, I know you’re here. I can smell gardenia in the air. And Sylvia too, I imagine."

Spinning around, he spotted the pair positioned right before him.

Sylvia's lips formed a small pout.

"So you knew Lilith was here, but not me."

Damon grinned at the elf girl's clear envy.

"Of course not. I figured you’d be here."

Sylvia shot a look at Lilith.

"Why? Because of her god awful smell."

Lilith's hand balled into a tight grip.

"This is hardly the time to throw shade at me. Don’t let him manipulate you."

With a sigh, Sylvia turned her gaze to Damon.

"Sorry Damon. Normally I’d let you have your way with me, but today isn’t a good day for me, okay."

Damon winced a little at her wording.

"Can you not make it sound like I do terrible things to you. I may be dying, but I want to keep my reputation. I’d hate to be that guy everyone pisses on his grave."

Sylvia's eyes tightened. Her gray pupils grew icy in a manner he'd never witnessed aimed his way.

"So you’re breaking your promise then. The one you made to me at the academy."

Biting her lower lip, she dropped her gaze.

"You promised me the world."

A sharp ache hit Damon's chest upon seeing her face, the sorrow in her stare.

"I’m sorry, Sylvia. For not being able to keep my promise. I’m sorry for making light of your feelings. I’m sorry for using you too."

"Besides, if I gave you the world, where is everyone else going to live?"

He bowed his head while profound gloom filled his core. His seed of depravity twisted, expanding a touch within his torso. One horn gradually protruded from his skull, then a second along his spine. Intense agony flared as an entity strained to break free.

Beyond the walls, the battle raged on. His shadow drones cut down foes relentlessly, and each fallen life channeled bitterness and spirits into his seed of depravity, sustaining it through anguish and devastation.

"I don’t want your apology."

Sylvia uttered the words, oblivious to the historic demonization unfolding before her—the emergence of a new demon lord after ages.

In her view, only Damon existed, appearing as downcast as during their initial encounter in that library.

"I just want you to live. That’s all I’m asking. It’s fine, okay. It’s fine if you like other women. I can learn to stand them. So please."

A soft, nearly tender grin crossed Damon's features as Sylvia begged him against suicide.

He turned to Lilith, silent so far. Her face held that familiar look of bracing for a major ordeal.

"What about you? Not going to say anything to me. This might be your last chance."

Lilith let out a chuckle.

"Loving you is a full time job with very little benefits. Poor girl. She just hasn’t realized that yet. She tries to act cold, but she’s naive."

Her energy surged gradually.

"I’ve been here before. In all previous timelines, I thought I could make a madman see reason."

She halted briefly.

"I was so wrong."

Damon lowered himself next to the elixir, wearing a faint smirk.

"Oh. I see."

Lifting his hand, he took off his crown. The item that preserved his sanity, or somewhat so. Without it, madness defined him still.

Yet on this day, the inner voices hushed. They merely observed.

Damon inhaled deeply.

"I wanted to be my truest self when I said this. I was going to write a letter, but you both have good memories."

Clearing his throat with flair, insanity blazed in his gaze.

"To everyone I love. You’d be better off."

His eyes met theirs.

"That’s all you need to tell them. Take the elixir and give it to my sick sister. Tell her to remember me occasionally, and tell her to move in with my grandfather."

He looked toward Lilith.

"Stay a virgin forever, okay. If you marry someone, I’ll haunt you."

She snorted, then burst into laughter echoing his frenzy.

"Fine. After this, I’ll give my chastity to you. Think of it as an apology for what’s coming next."

Damon's brows lifted as he drew forth the Spear of Death Mutuwa from his rear.

Prior to thrusting it into himself, Sylvia loosed her arrows. Lilith vanished and struck the weapon aside with her foot. It tumbled onto a far-off column.

Damon lifted his chin, his insanity now fully exposed.

He felt serene.

Icy.

"I hope you know the two of you can’t take me in a fight anymore."

Lilith's emerald eyes gleamed sharply.

"Try me."