My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 894 - 895: L.A.Z.A.R.A.K

Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics

That stood as the inscription above the entrance.

A massive guild hall loomed there. Launched merely three months prior, it boasted immense financial backing from elite noble clans.

Among the top supporters were the renowned Brightwater family and the Astranova lineage.

Whispers circulated that these two clans vied fiercely to outdo each other in contributions.

Thus, this grand edifice emerged. Prime property sprawled across vast expanses, its core nestled right in the heart of the capital, Valerion.

The creators behind this venture were, without doubt, the esteemed Count Damon Grey.

Indeed, the complete honorific was essential.

Alongside the youthful heiress from House Astranova.

Outwardly, the facility focused on alchemical experiments and crafting potions or remedies, while also operating as a sprawling military-industrial powerhouse.

So, how had this fresh entity risen so swiftly and smoothly?

The explanation was straightforward: groundbreaking advancements unseen in contemporary society.

They arrived precisely when needed, as the entire realm—not merely the Valtheron Empire—had shifted into a war-driven economy.

Therefore, this group—

Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics

—stood poised to rake in enormous earnings. Backed by their clout, it was just a question of time until they eclipsed the established titans in the field.

Inside an elegant chamber deep in the structure, a youthful fellow slumped with a grim scowl, sweat trickling down his brow. His gaze darted nervously side to side.

Not distant from his polished desk, a lady reclined on a lavish couch, delicately tasting her tea.

"Could you stop that..." she shot him a flat look.

Her flowing crimson locks shimmered like fire, while her vivid green eyes caught the hue of the steaming brew in her cup.

Damon drew in a sharp breath, clenching his jaw.

"Simple for you to claim... you didn't awaken to a dragon right in your sleeping quarters. How—how in the world did it— I deactivated Deathless using Dethrone. I suspected that quiet month with no incidents would spell my doom..."

Lilith rubbed her forehead with a weary exhale.

"It wasn't a full dragon, just a drake. And... it was merely at the Third Class stage. You dispatched it without much trouble."

Damon pounded his fist against the desk.

"Then tell me how the hell a drake wound up in my chambers. My residence is fortified. I even called on my grandfather to dispatch Jarvis as my guard. How—how does a ten-meter beast slip into my private space?"

Lilith hesitated briefly.

Hmm. He raised a valid point. How could that have occurred?

A feral creature couldn't simply infiltrate Valerion undetected, and even if it managed, it wouldn't penetrate so deeply into the metropolis without detection and elimination. Even if it belonged to some summoner or served as a battle-trained mount, gaining access to Damon's quarters remained impossible.

She lifted her shoulders in dismissal, tilting her head.

"No idea. Perhaps it warped inside. After all, it possessed space attributes."

Damon folded his arms, staring at her with a ghostly pallor.

"I—I figured as much. Deathless has ensnared you as well. You're all plotting against me..."

She denied it with a head shake, fixing him with a stern gaze.

"Will you quit the paranoia for a second? Sheesh. That ability of yours isn't so perilous. I mean, the last three months passed mostly uneventfully. Plus, you've been countering it with Dethrone, right?"

Damon inclined his head, easing a bit.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm overthinking it. But suppose— I mean, what if Dethrone isn't countering it at all? I understand Deathless well. If a mere skill could halt it, I'd have perished long before now."

She set her cup aside.

"Relax. You're breathing, aren't you? And anyway, should you meet your end, it'd fulfill your deepest desire..."

"Ptooey."

Damon hawked onto the floor, heedless of the lavish woodwork beneath.

"How dare you wish death on me."

Lilith gave an eye roll.

"At least it proves the curse lingers strong."

She rose and approached, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then she murmured,

"For each trial you endure... I'll share a bath with you."

Damon froze briefly, his face turning grave.

"Deathless has been slacking off. When will it attempt to finish me? I'm weary of the suspense..."

He clasped Lilith's hand next.

"What sort of bath do you have in mind? It had better not be one of those ridiculous bubble soaks that hides everything in foam."

She rolled her eyes once more.

"Your choice."

He flashed a wicked grin.

"You're incredible."

She let out a light laugh, shaking her head.

"Setting aside your schemes to exploit poor me, we've achieved real breakthroughs."

Damon snatched a document from his workspace and drew Lilith onto his knee.

"Indeed, we have. We've embedded ourselves deeply in the military-industrial network. You were wise to steer clear of direct rivalry; by avoiding weapon sales, we sidestepped forging foes."

He eyed the sheet then discarded it.

"In their place, we supply vital components we invented, essential for armament assembly, along with rune arrays and enchanted seals sourced from Lysithara, plus exclusive techniques for exotic forging."

He rested his head against her shoulder.

"And the conflict has locked in our customer base. Sure, we've ruffled feathers in the elixir sector, but that's unavoidable."

Damon brushed aside a lock of her hair, inhaling the soothing aroma of gardenia.

"Unavoidable, yes. Victories and setbacks balance out. That tiny sprite has toiled endlessly on our behalf. Still, it's a letdown—the elixirs brewed via Lysithara recipes, though impressive, pale beside those granted by the System..."

Lilith agreed with a nod, nestling closer to him.

"True enough. We can't rival the divine alchemy of the Unknown God..."

She rested her palm on his shoulder.

"To the expanding horizons of Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics... or simply Lazarak."

Thus named was the enterprise.

Lazarak.

The title paid tribute to the Deity of Shadows, Lazarak. As the entity swelled in stature, greater numbers would etch that name into memory.

His comrade would endure eternally in recollection.

Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics

L.A.Z.A.R.A.K