My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 980 - 982: Nemesis Omega Sword Of The End

Damon's first glimpse of Trace drew a deep frown across his face, turning it colder than glacial ice the instant it registered.

He released a heavy sigh, shaking his head slowly.

At its farthest edge, the city of Trace blended seamlessly into a towering mountain, from which a enormous statue of the Goddess of Doom had been hewn straight from the solid rock.

A scale rested in her left hand, while her right gripped a sword.

What stood behind her... that was what caused Damon to hesitate.

Etched deeply into the mountainside behind the statue loomed a gigantic sigil: an abyssal eye adorned with four wings, and below it, two swords crossed in an X.

The mark of the Unknown God.

But those swords...

He didn't recognize them.

Past versions of the sigil had crossed his path before, yet never like this one.

Ignoring the city below, Damon locked his stare on the statue and the crossed swords.

Gotrog halted upon noticing Damon's pause. The balrog squeezed his eyes shut and whispered a quick prayer to the Goddess of Doom, then hoisted his claw to form the sign of the intersecting swords.

Not an act of worship.

One of respect.

Damon arched an eyebrow.

"Those swords," he asked, his tone casual but his gaze sharp.

Gotrog exhaled a deep hellfire breath, a smile-like curve appearing on his molten features.

"The swords of the Unknown God."

His words emerged deliberately, tinged with deep reverence.

"Genesis Alpha. The sword of beginning."

Fanatical fervor laced his voice as he pronounced it.

"Nemesis Omega. The sword of the end."

Dread weighted that declaration.

"It is said whoever wields Genesis Alpha wields the power to create anything and everything. The ultimate tool of creation. I imagine holding it makes you... a god."

"Then Nemesis Omega must have the opposite effect," Damon said.

As soon as the name escaped his lips, a piercing bite struck his tongue.

Warmth bloomed outward.

Blood.

The taste hit him, and realization dawned instantly.

Gotrog’s previous response now fit perfectly.

"Yes," Gotrog said, his voice dropping lower. "Nemesis Omega has the power to end all things. For all things with a beginning must end, and the sword of the end is the nemesis of all that exists. It pursues the path towards eternal nothingness."

Damon’s eyes narrowed just a fraction.

"Whoever wields it can bring an end to all things."

Gotrog nodded with deliberate slowness.

"Yes. However, according to the Snake Temple, this sword is sheathed. The day it is unsheathed is the end of all things. It must remain closed within its scabbard."

Pale pallor washed over Damon’s face as a stark vision took shape in his mind.

A blade poised to obliterate everything... with just a single draw.

"The Unknown God really can end us all whenever he wants," he muttered.

Gotrog shook his head firmly.

"Both of these swords are no longer with the Unknown God."

Damon lifted an eyebrow.

A sword capable of forging anything. A sword able to destroy everything.

Neither remained in the possession of their originator.

"Hmm. Who has them."

"The first sword was left behind to someone the Unknown God wanted to cherish," Gotrog said, lifting his fiery claw a bit.

"And the second sword was given to someone he wanted to love."

Gotrog’s tone turned gravely serious.

"I have researched deeply into this. My oldest ancestors came from the abyss."

He inhaled deeply and steadily.

"So I know what became of the second sword."

Curiosity stirred sharply in Damon.

He pivoted toward Gotrog, a subtle glint flashing in his eyes.

Gotrog chose his words with utmost care.

"The sword Nemesis Omega was given to... Nemesis Omega. The Angel of the Abyss."

Damon’s frown formed at once, his features twisting faintly.

"Wait. Isn’t Nemesis Omega one of the titles the Unknown God used? I also recall some calling him the Angel of the Abyss."

Gotrog shook his head instantly.

"As a demon with a trace of abyssal bloodline, I can assure you my lord, I have dug deeply into this matter. The Unknown God may have been called the Angel of the Abyss in his youth... but he is now the God of the Abyss."

Damon’s gaze flickered as the memory resurfaced.

A beautiful angel.

Born in the Crystal Palace.

One who left because he could not forgive his kin for a sin he had committed.

So he chose the abyss.

And became something else.

Then who would dare use his title.

"The title Angel of the Abyss was inherited by another," Gotrog continued.

Damon glanced downward at his shadow.

It twitched.

Uneasy.

Someone he wanted to love.

Damon frowned faintly.

Who would that be?

He didn’t even think the Unknown God was capable of something like that.

’If it was someone he couldn’t love... why give them a sword that could end all things.’

"You said inherited the title, right."

Gotrog nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering.

"Nemesis Omega is the ender of worlds. Nemesis Omega is the twilight."

Damon’s eyes darted back to his shadow.

In the mortal world, a title like that was usually inherited by blood.

He paused, sifting through recollections of his system descriptions for any link, but his mind refused to quiet.

"Then Nemesis Omega should be the offspring of the Unknown God," Damon said slowly. "You said he couldn’t love, not that he didn’t want to. Then maybe the sword, the name, and the title... were his own twisted way of showing affection."

The instant those words escaped his mouth—

His shadow convulsed wildly.

It quivered as if gripped by terror.

Something bore down upon him.

Cold.

Vast.

Damon’s body seized up.

[Fate Manipulation Resistance Lv 3]

Agony erupted inside his skull.

His sight hazed over as blood trickled from his nose, splattering the ground.

Then—

He saw it.

Two figures.

Blurry. Distant. White-haired.

The first was the Unknown God.

The second...

A young woman.

Long silver hair.

They were speaking.

But he couldn’t hear anything.

Couldn’t even see them clearly.

Then the woman stopped.

Slowly—

She turned.

Her gaze moved toward him.

Damon’s pupils contracted.

He quickly ducked his head, wrenching his eyes aside.

He knew.

If he made eye contact—

His soul would be destroyed.

"Gasp... gasp..."

The vision shattered.

The pressure vanished.

Damon stayed knelt on the ground, blood leaking from his nose while he heaved ragged breaths, his heart hammering furiously in his chest.