My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 982 - 984: Tower Of Mysteries

The interface changed in an instant, projections materializing right in front of him.

Various towers.

Diverse buildings.

Every one emanating a unique aura.

[Select your tower]

Damon hesitated.

His eyes narrowed sharply.

Huh.

He couldn't recall his system possessing such a feature.

No...

It never had.

’Is this from Ashcroft?’

He had consumed Ashcroft.

Absorbed his strength.

Seized his command.

Perhaps... his system had claimed something more with it.

A capability.

A piece.

Damon knew the system wouldn't respond.

Thus, he shifted his attention a bit.

His shadow twitched.

He inquired silently.

The shadow lifted a hand, offering a deliberate thumbs up.

Damon blinked once.

His suspicion confirmed.

He returned to the selections, scrolling methodically, face serene yet intent.

Every tower offered distinct benefits.

Defensive.

Offensive.

Supportive.

Then, one seized his interest.

The Tower of Mystery.

One hundred ninety floors.

Almost a thousand meters in height.

Damon’s gaze fixed on it briefly before selecting.

This became his pick.

He ignored concerns over sufficient mana.

After all his feats... all he had consumed...

Lacking mana now would signal a grave issue.

He checked his status.

[Mana: 63,567 / 63,567]

Damon nodded firmly.

Naturally.

Plenty to spare.

Slowly, he extended his hand, raising the key while looking skyward.

"My minions," his voice rang out steadily over the area, "witness the grandeur of the one destined to conquer the demon continent."

The words flowed without forethought.

They simply felt fitting.

Then—

He unleashed it.

Mana erupted from him in a ferocious wave, saturating the atmosphere.

[-10000 Mana]

[-10000 Mana]

Damon’s face remained impassive.

Yet inwardly—

His pulse raced.

So rapid.

Far too rapid.

Mana depleted at a terrifying pace.

Should it run dry—

It wouldn't halt there.

His very life would follow.

He sensed it.

That fragile boundary.

Jaw tight, he kept his breath even.

Features composed.

Stance unwavering.

Displaying frailty now...

Letting his presence falter...

All his achievements would crumble instantly.

His followers would notice.

They would perceive.

’Better to perish with presence than endure without.’

His gaze steeled.

He channeled extra mana forth.

The atmosphere quivered.

A searing white radiance engulfed the area.

Earth quaked.

Heavens appeared to warp.

Then—

Brilliance dimmed.

Where nothing stood before, a new edifice emerged.

A colossal tower.

Enormous.

It thrust from the soil as if eternal, crafted from glass and shadowy steel that mirrored sunlight in piercing glares.

It soared skyward—

Ever higher—

Its summit breaching the clouds.

Silence gripped the city.

Then—

Stirring.

Demons surged from everywhere, gaping.

Rival demon heirs emerged from their towers, faces altering as stares fixed upon it.

Astonishment.

Incredulity.

The tower overshadowed all.

Walls.

Edifices.

Even the city's grand portals seemed diminutive nearby.

Completion pending.

Runes etched into the glassy facade, shimmering softly as defensive barriers layered on.

A enchantment.

No—

A mechanism.

Immense and intricate.

At its foundation, huge stone dragons twisted around it, motionless but daunting.

Towering griffins flanked the doorway, wings outstretched like vigilant sentinels.

Damon lowered his hand gradually.

Legs quivered.

He couldn't prevent it.

Emptiness hollowed his frame.

Voided.

He peered within.

Scant remnants.

Merely thirty mana lingered.

Pallor drained his visage, yet he advanced resolutely.

"Inside," he commanded with poise.

His forces obeyed at once, streaming into the tower.

Damon trailed them.

Crossing the entrance, his eyes widened faintly.

Opulence.

Elegance.

The inside sprawled immense and gleaming, surpassing expectations.

For an instant, he lingered, transfixed.

Then a slow breath escaped him.

"I just painted a bullseye on myself, didn’t I."

Fingers raked through his locks, thoughts racing ahead.

Intelligence required.

Reinforcements needed.

He required—

Eyes darted aside.

Seras.

Time to summon her.

She’d likely suffer a migraine hearing of this uproar.

Damon eyed the tower once more.

Overkill.

Even for him.

Ornate patterns adorned the build, surfaces buffed to perfection, luxury unfit for warzones. The ground level alone expanded like a palatial chamber, scale ridiculously vast.

His sight climbed higher.

A slight scowl formed.

’How do I reach the summit?’

Before further musing, Renata gestured forward.

"Is that an elevator?"

Damon traced her look.

Indeed.

A smooth fixture embedded in the wall, subtle runes pulsing on it.

He regarded it momentarily, then sighed softly.

Naturally.

Curiosity sparked briefly toward other levels’ secrets, but he dismissed it.

Later.

"For now..."

He pivoted mildly, composure restored.

"Gotrog, arrange the troops and update me. I’ll recover."

The balrog bowed swiftly, fires dimming in apparent awe.

"Yes, my lord."

Zero delay.

No uncertainty.

The spectacle had cemented his loyalty further.

Damon headed for the elevator, Renata matching his stride, Wendy and Matia close behind.

Doors parted smoothly.

They entered.

Quiet enveloped as ascent began.

Words absent.

Magical hum propelled them up, floors ticking by.

Damon’s hands stayed pocketed, stare ahead, face inscrutable.

Renata rested against the wall, observing him sidelong.

Wendy remained still.

Matia scanned surroundings keenly.

Then—

Doors parted.

Pinnacle level.

Floor 170.

They emerged into an expansive throne chamber.

Overlooking the full cityscape.

Transparent walls extended out, revealing all beneath. Sunlight streamed through, bouncing off lustrous finishes. Centrally, elevated on wide stairs, loomed a gigantic throne.

Damon pressed on.

Steps resounded faintly as he climbed.

He pivoted and claimed the seat.

Instantly—

The system stirred.

A screen flickered.

Followed by another.

Then a barrage.

Visions inundated his sight.

Blueprints.

Commands.

Perspectives.

All levels.

Every hallway.

Each occupant within.

Damon raised a hand leisurely, massaging his brow before dropping it, the other propping his chin amid the data.

True dominion.

A tower.

A realm.

Renata settled unbidden on the throne’s arm, nestling close.

"You sure know how to stir chaos," she murmured. "If caught, a hundred lives wouldn’t save us."

Damon’s mouth quirked faintly.

"Don’t worry."

Voice even.

"No one will find out."

Renata replied instantly.

"They will."

Damon cocked his head minutely, panels still afloat.

"Who will?"

Renata rapped the throne edge, inching nearer, tone hushed.

"The other demon heirs."

Her eyes drifted to the vista below.

"Building this... you’ve declared yourself."

A beat.

"Loudly."

Damon glanced at a display.

Numerous presences.

Formidable, approaching and observing.

His subtle grin persisted.

Rather—

It grew a touch.

’This could be my chance to master domain creation.’