My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 958 - 959: Slander

Right as he prepared to dispel the complete misconception, whispers from the goblins in their native language caught his attention.

"That demonkin is fierce... imagine having more than one demon woman."

"I want to say he’s crazy, but looking at him... he has the makings of a true demon lord."

"Have you seen the size of his horns? No wonder..."

"Crazy. Even I wouldn’t dare that. The last chief had two goblin wives and he died."

"No wonder demonkin rule this continent. They’re too fierce."

Damon gradually shut his mouth.

Undeniable admiration filled their tones.

Should he refute it at this point...

His imposing presence would shatter.

His standing would fall apart before it could truly form.

Damon possessed far too much pride for such an outcome.

In the end...

He embodied the Dominator.

Eventually, he could dominate the whole continent.

"...Oh, them?" Damon remarked nonchalantly.

He slid an arm around Renata’s waist.

"They’re nothing special. Just some of my women."

With a casual flick of his hand, he dismissed the notion.

"I didn’t feel like bringing them all."

The goblins' eyes grew wide in shock.

Their thoughts seemed to burst apart.

In their view, possessing numerous women signified strength, ferocity, and command.

Renata subtly squeezed Damon from behind for seizing her rear.

Damon remained utterly unfazed.

As the sun sank further, it bathed him in golden rays.

His prominent demon horns shimmered brightly.

A breeze rustled his cloak while he stood poised, resembling a triumphant warlord entirely.

Awe gripped the goblins as they gazed.

Without realizing, Damon performed an impeccable Sun-Kissed Technique.

At that instant, to the goblins of the Horn Tribe...

He appeared precisely as a prospective demon lord.

A recognizable chime echoed in Damon’s mind.

[Aura Farming Lv.5]

Pride emanated from the system itself.

His Aura Farming skill had risen a complete level.

In this way, the Dominator initiated his comeback to the Demon Continent.

Upon his initial arrival on this soil, he owned nothing but the attire on his body... alongside four stunning beauties accompanying him.

At present?

A modest band of goblins had already joined his cause.

Excitement swelled in Damon’s chest. Demonic power surged inside him, impatient and yearning for the challenges ahead.

While the sun remained elevated, the party set off toward Trace.

Damon maintained a discreet manner during the trek.

Recognition of his features spread far and wide.

Fortunately, he had wisely altered his hair to white prior to departure. Detection here would spark complications swiftly.

After all...

He counted among the Goddess Races' champions.

"So," Damon commented offhandedly as they entered a broad meadow where the path faded into weeds and overgrowth. "What’s your goal in Trace?"

Gabo grinned.

The youthful goblin slung his sword over one shoulder.

"The Goddess Races have started another invasion," he explained.

"Like they always do."

He gave a shrug.

"They’re weak losers though. Their invasions never go far. They always fail at the Black Mountains."

Damon knew of their reputation.

The Black Mountains held notorious fame.

An enormous range of peaks extended across hundreds of kilometers everywhere.

It served as a innate barrier.

To the Goddess Race tacticians, it turned into a haunting terror.

Penetrating those peaks amid conflict proved almost unattainable.

They had tried once to shatter a section using vast magic spells. All that emerged was a lone slim passage.

Demons fortified it without delay.

Currently, the passage bristled with old seals, enormous strongholds, and a vast web of passages under the peaks.

An ideal bulwark horror.

’Should we ever pierce that barrier...’ Damon pondered silently. ’Demons would lie utterly vulnerable.’

Gabo kept speaking.

"The Snake Temple has called for a tournament," he shared with enthusiasm. "They’re selecting heroes of the demon races."

"Anyone can enter."

"The rewards are incredible. Ancient treasures and—"

Abruptly, he halted.

Next, he bent toward Damon and murmured.

"Apparently... there’s going to be a fragment of the Great Demon Lord of Domination."

Damon’s pulse quickened.

A fragment...

From Ashcroft.

"What?" Damon inquired cautiously. "Isn’t that dangerous?"

Gabo affirmed with a nod.

"Of course it is. Recently the Snake Temple has been collecting wandering fragments all over the world."

"They’re gathering them into one place."

He lifted his hand to tally.

"So far they’ve recovered both of the Great Demon Lord’s wings... and several of his ribs."

"Whoever wins the tournament gets them."

Gabo chuckled, setting hands on his hips.

"Even if you can’t absorb them, they can still be used as magical artifacts. The power inside them can strengthen bloodlines and increase power."

Damon’s gaze sharpened.

Ashcroft’s fragments.

Wings.

Ribs.

With those already discovered...

The spine likely hid close by as well.

Absorbing every one...

Would grant him additional pieces of the Domination Attribute.

His power could surge ahead by a whole tier.

’I haven’t determined my Domain yet,’ Damon reflected steadily.

’But so what?’

’If I can’t create my own... I’ll simply seize Ashcroft’s.’

A subtle grin curved his mouth.

After all...

He acted as a Usurper.

Greed sparked in his eyes.

Heading to Trace became essential now.

Who could have guessed the Demon Continent concealed such a gem?

He nearly wanted to express gratitude.

Power was vital to him.

Urgently.

Particularly for the trials approaching.

Gabo dropped into a crouch, fingering the meadow grass in contemplation.

"I also heard a rumor," he added.

"That Amon is actually Ashcroft reborn."

Damon blinked in surprise.

Gabo went on indifferently.

"They say all these fragments are being gathered so Amon can absorb them and fight that evil hero from the Goddess Races."

Damon cocked his head.

"Hm. Evil hero? Who’s that?"

Gabo’s face grew grim at once.

His jaws tightened.

"Who else could it be?" he snarled.

"That shameless, dishonorable, cowardly scum..."

"Damon Grey."

Damon went rigid.

A slight quiver ran through his hands.

Wh—

Who in the Demon Continent spread such defamation about him?

"Oh," Damon replied deliberately, steadying his tone.

"I see."

"Damon Grey..."

He shot a look at Gabo.

"Tell me more."

Gabo popped his knuckles.

"Oh, I have a lot to say about that bastard."