My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 953 - 954: Ahh A Siren

The small boats glided silently over the shadowy waters.

Trailing in their wake, the large vessel gradually swung away from the coastline. Its canvas caught the breeze as it embarked on a solitary return to the vast ocean.

A heavy gloom enveloped the scene.

Yet the crew on board still wore grins.

It bordered on absurd.

For a covert operation, they had braved deadly voyages over forbidden waters, only to face death as payment after finishing the job.

Anger no longer stirred in Damon.

It just couldn't.

This was how the world operated.

The sirens' melody swelled as the boats advanced.

The tune flowed over the waves like smooth fabric, soothing and alluring. Every tone tugged at thoughts, murmuring silent temptations.

Damon positioned himself at the prow with a subtle grin.

The gust pulled at his cloak while he gazed at the sharp crags in front.

He seemed composed.

Commanding.

As if the rising strain affecting everyone else left him unaffected.

At last, they came into sharp view.

A cluster of lovely females perched on the stones where surges battered the bluffs.

Pale robes clung to their forms as they chanted towards the breeze.

Damon squinted, straining to discern their features.

Somehow, he failed.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced.

Without glancing back, he uttered.

"Remember this."

His words echoed clearly over the waves.

"Sirens take the form of the women you lust after."

A few guys tensed in their crafts.

"Keep your minds clear," Damon went on steadily. "The moment you make eye contact, they become the object of your affection. That’s how they entice you into the water."

Every guy in the various boats snapped to attention with salutes.

"Yes sir!"

The crafts kept moving ahead.

Then their pace eased.

Damon shot a quick look over his shoulder.

The vessel he occupied felt oddly hushed.

He stood alone as the sole male.

The others were all females.

Seras lingered by the rear with folded arms, her face inscrutable. Wendy perched next to a pile of equipment, inspecting her armaments. Renata subtly fiddled with a bag on her waist, and Matia dangled her feet gently over the side into the liquid.

Damon had released her from his shadow following the clash with the Eye of Morticai.

Nobody desired placement on this craft.

And it went beyond the allure of its female passengers.

They posed severe threats as well.

Seras led as the leader.

Most troops preferred battling beasts over enduring their superior's scrutiny on assignment.

And don't overlook Lana.

The temple scholar's mere existence unsettled the rest.

Ultimately, the lead boat housed nothing but women.

It was deliberate.

Seras had arranged it so.

Sirens targeted males.

Females resisted their allure. They couldn't be lured or pulled under.

Regarding Damon...

Seras had figured he would manage.

Watching him poised at the bow, her judgment proved correct.

All gazes fixed on the sirens.

Their song persisted as the boats neared, voices threading the atmosphere like unseen strands. Once the boats crossed into the zone of their beguiling influence, the mood shifted.

Damon remained the lone male in that zone.

And he strained every effort to uphold the facade of a veteran leader who had navigated oceans for years without a waver.

He crossed his arms and gave a wise nod.

"Ah yes, men. A siren."

He delivered the line with the air of vast expertise.

"Keep your hearts clear. Personally, I haven’t been loved by a beautiful woman since the day I was born. Stone cold, baby. My heart’s been stone cold."

As soon as the phrase escaped him, one siren abruptly slid from her perch and plunged into the depths.

Seconds later, she surfaced mere yards from the craft.

Her look had transformed.

Now she resembled a crimson-tressed lady with jade-hued eyes and a perilously voluptuous build. Droplets trailed her skin as she grinned towards Damon.

She raised a palm and gestured invitingly.

Renata's eyes widened.

"Wait... isn’t that Lilith Astranova?"

Damon's chin sagged.

"Well damn it..."

Outrage twisted his features.

"What the hell is this..." he grumbled icily.

"Your lustful thoughts," Seras responded bluntly.

Damon denied it at once with a shake.

"No, no, that’s not it." He eyed the siren pensively. "I ain’t never seen Lilith look like that. Clearly she’s been holding out on me."

From the playful smirk to those boldly assured curves, the likeness felt... eerily accurate.

Renata fixed him with a stare.

"That’s your takeaway from this?"

Damon paused and rubbed his neck.

"Erm... yeah. I mean Lilith never—"

His eyes wandered without intent.

For an instant, they settled on Renata.

Particularly, her bosom.

Plop.

The siren near the boat flickered.

Damon pivoted his head gradually.

Indeed, the siren had morphed into Renata.

She kept crooning sweetly, playfully tweaking the shells that scarcely concealed her.

Renata's jaw slackened.

Her cheeks flushed vivid crimson.

"What are you thinking about?!"

"Nothing!" Damon denied right away. "I swear she’s doing that on her own! I am of a pure mind!"

Nobody credited his claim.

Yet another siren altered.

This instance, she shifted to a silver-locked elf sporting silver eyes and a boldly shaped form.

Seras shot him a look from aft.

"Keep it in your pants, okay."

Damon parted his lips, gearing up for a fierce rebuttal.

Then yet another siren transformed.

Into Seras.

And her initial action was so boldly provocative that Damon nearly gagged.

He wanted to weep.

The remaining boats eased back discreetly.

No soldier wished their private fantasies exposed.

One fellow from a distant boat rose and honored Damon with a profound salute.

"He’s a brave one, that vice commander."

Damon figured the situation hit rock bottom.

Then a siren morphed once more.

This round, she became Evangeline.

She folded her limbs and grinned slyly.

"I’ll let you touch my chest without anyone knowing," the siren teased. "I’ll pretend I didn’t notice... like every time you pick a fight with me."

Damon and Evangeline clashed endlessly.

Like kids.

Though they were far from young.

And occasionally Damon might have...

He sensed the shocked glares from all sides.

"I swear it’s not like that!"

Matia had stayed silent till then.

The shadowy sprite steadily doffed her helm and regarded him with a blank visage.

"I’m telling Eva."

Damon sensed his essence fleeing his form.