My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 904 - 905: Book Holding Infinity

Though venturing there held little advantage for him, Damon found it impossible to remain behind. The prizes offered scant allure, yet he was destined to journey to the demon continent regardless.

Moreover, Damon harbored objectives to fulfill on the demon continent, among them seeking out remnants of Mugu the Wicked Prophet, along with details concerning the Pillar of Conflict.

Meanwhile, Damon had devoted time to delving into the Tomb of Lesser Gods. His shadow drones advanced steadily through the tomb, battling and dispatching beasts along the path, yet they now faced a deadlock.

A massive portal adorned with countless runes stood unyielding, refusing to yield without the proper keys. Indeed, keys were required. Specifically, three keyholes awaited.

One slot demanded the Key of Lazarak, already in possession of Damon and Lilith, while two additional keys remained absent.

Intuition told him that clues might surface in Lysithara, or perhaps amid the demon continent.

Traveling to Lysithara posed grave perils, which he preferred to avoid, leaving the demon continent as his sole viable path.

Damon had devoted several days to assembling his arsenal of aces, every essential for endurance.

Surprisingly, his most potent asset wasn't the trinket obtained from the priest. Rather, it was the Book of Shadows.

The Book of Shadows emerged as the system's harsh jest of a prize for slaying Lazarak and fulfilling the mission.

To date, Damon hadn't advanced in levels, since his progression demand read:

[Bloody Mary 0/1]

True to form, the condition proved precise, though he remained clueless about Bloody Mary's nature. Nevertheless, the system consistently presented hurdles he could uncover or stumble upon, ensuring he'd cross paths with this Bloody Mary entity soon enough.

Damon's storage brimmed with supplies. Potions, rations, teleportation scrolls, protective barriers—he'd stocked them all. He even acquired defensive relics, yet security eluded him.

Thus, he retrieved the item that truly reassured him.

A volume of pure ebony, forged entirely from shadows, where faint wisps of gloom drifted from its leaves as Damon clutched it close.

This served as his ultimate safeguard.

[Book of Shadows]

Type: Transcendent

[Description]

Wonder surged through him at every facet of this fresh realm. He witnessed hues no thought had ever forged, experienced feelings once beyond naming, and inhaled an atmosphere heavy with subtle, pervasive might.

Such existence proved a divine gift, despite the body he inhabited defying the celestial order. Hence, he chronicled all that captivated his sight. Gradually, his inscriptions transcended mere mimicry of reality, syncing with its flow. He documented the present, the future, and through this, his volume encompassed boundlessness.

Those who peer into the void of wisdom must heed:

the void shall invariably peer back.

What began as a youth's simple log would eventually echo across the vast multiverse,

not merely as a personal record,

but as the Tome of the Unknown God.

[Effect]

The Unknown ensnared a stray shadow and wove it into eternity, birthing this marvelous grimoire.

No tome rivals that primal creation. Still, this edition holds remarkable value. While it lacks boundless lore in its bindings, it harbors eternity outright. Any being whose shadow falls upon its spread pages gets imprisoned inside, eternally confined amid its sheets. Caution: its might hinges solely on the wielder's limits.

Damon had experimented with the book's capabilities. Upon opening, it revealed only voids of darkness, nothing more.

During trials, he coaxed a bird to soar above the tome, and as its silhouette touched the pages, both vanished within. On one leaf, the fowl's form materialized vividly, accompanied by its title and traits inscribed below.

He repeated this with lifeless items, discovering that any entity possessing a shadow could be ensnared, provided the shade contacted the book's exposed surfaces.

That said, a minor complication arose.

Should the target possess overwhelming strength, it might break free from the volume.

Yet Damon devised a countermeasure.

"If I snag something and hurl the book straight into my shadow storage right after, it's no longer under my control, so the book simply imprisons them."

He rubbed his chin, eyeing the tome.

The book shared a peculiar harmony with his shadow storage. This made it Damon's ace in the hole. Merely brushing your shadow with this artifact allowed him to entomb anyone indefinitely.

Regarding its lore, Damon had grown accustomed to such enigmas. He pondered the shadow the Unknown God had seized and merged with infinity to craft this relic, or whether the book pulsed with life.

All he grasped was its origin tied to ending his companion's existence.

Damon wielded it without qualms, viewing it in his core as Lazarak's final aid, a means to etch his memory forever.

With that resolve, he eyed the priest's ornament. Its identity eluded him, and assessing it risked his vitality, but Damon sensed it as a single-activation device.

By invoking the Unknown God's name and lauding it, teleportation to a designated spot would follow.

Unfortunately, instinct warned that spot lay within the demon continent.

"Essentially, it's pointless for me, yet valuable enough not to discard."

Damon drew a steadying breath and swung the door wide. The corridors stretched endlessly. After all, this was the Brightwater family's grand manor.

He descended to the courtyard below, where battle-scarred warriors and sorcerers stood ready. Potent energies radiated from each.

Arrayed behind them were ranks of plate-clad fighters and spellcasters. The Grand Duke lounged in a shaded gazebo upon a throne, sunlight beaming harmlessly aside.

A grin lit his face at Damon's approach.

Damon pressed his lips tight.

They were indeed dispatching him to the demon continent.

"Curse those top brass."

"As expected," Damon muttered with a sigh. "When unsure, just hurl me toward the demon continent."