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My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 232 - 232: We’re All Gonna Die · Oct 23, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 201: Summoning 2026-10-23
202 Chapter 202 - 202: Spirit Vessel 2026-10-23
203 Chapter 203 - 203: Blood For Blood 2026-10-23
204 Chapter 204 - 204: Raised Well 2026-10-23
205 Chapter 205 - 205: NO!!! 2026-10-23
206 Chapter 206 - 206: Played 2026-10-23
207 Chapter 207 - 207: Middle Man 2026-10-23
208 Chapter 208 - 208: Honey Badger 2026-10-23
209 Chapter 209 - 209: File 2026-10-23
210 Chapter 210 - 210: Stalker Profiling 2026-10-23
211 Chapter 211 - 211: Silent Library 2026-10-23
212 Chapter 212 - 212: A Fine Blade 2026-10-23
213 Chapter 213 - 213: Her Past 2026-10-23
214 Chapter 214 - 214: Sheltered 2026-10-23
215 Chapter 215 - 215: No Regrets Yet 2026-10-23
216 Chapter 216 - 216: Third Class Skill 2026-10-23
217 Chapter 217 - 217: Man Of The People 2026-10-23
218 Chapter 218 - 218: The Will Of Men 2026-10-23
219 Chapter 219 - 219: Conduit 2026-10-23
220 Chapter 220 - 220: Weakness 2026-10-23
221 Chapter 221 - 221: Authority 2026-10-23
222 Chapter 222 - 222: Birth Of Ignath 2026-10-23
223 Chapter 223 - 223: Lied To Again 2026-10-23
224 Chapter 224 - 224: Show You The World 2026-10-23
225 Chapter 225 - 225: Unanswered Questions 2026-10-23
226 Chapter 226 - 226: More To Come 2026-10-23
227 Chapter 227 - 227: Prelude To Disaster 2026-10-23
228 Chapter 228 - 228: To The Unknown 2026-10-23
229 Chapter 229 - 229: Red Caps 2026-10-23
230 Chapter 230 - 230: Clash 2026-10-23
231 Chapter 231 - 231: Hush Hush Die 2026-10-23
232 Chapter 232 - 232: We’re All Gonna Die 2026-10-23
233 Chapter 233 - 233: One Option 2026-10-23
234 Chapter 234 - 234: Burdens Of Leadership 2026-10-23
235 Chapter 235 - 235: Respect Given 2026-10-23
236 Chapter 236 - 236: New Mechanic 2026-10-23
237 Chapter 237 - 237: Tooth 2026-10-23
238 Chapter 238 - 238: Travel Journal 2026-10-23
239 Chapter 239 - 239: Mastery 2026-10-23
240 Chapter 240 - 240: War Trolls 2026-10-23
241 Chapter 241 - 241: Just Us Guys 2026-10-23
242 Chapter 242 - 242: Advance Or Die 2026-10-23
243 Chapter 243 - 243: The Long March 2026-10-23
244 Chapter 244 - 244: Soft Sand 2026-10-23
245 Chapter 245 - 245: The Ambush 2026-10-23
246 Chapter 246 - 246: Unexpected Casualty 2026-10-23
247 Chapter 247 - 247: He Was Scary 2026-10-23
248 Chapter 248 - 248: No I Didn’t 2026-10-23
249 Chapter 249 - 249: Nice Calm Mountain 2026-10-23
250 Chapter 250 - 250: Kind Friendly Mountain Residents 2026-10-23

Sylvia communicated with the half-dead goblin, her face paling with each response.

The creature’s voice was hoarse and grating, its words broken and guttural, but the message was clear enough.

As it spoke, it gestured toward the violet light on the distant horizon.

The glow had spread from the south to the north, blanketing the entire region—except for the western sky, which was an ominous shade of gray. There, bleak-looking mountains loomed in the distance.

Slightly off to the south, another mountain stood, isolated. Even from here, Damon felt an unnatural sense of dread just looking at it.

Sylvia took a deep breath, her expression ashen.

“Hush Hush refers to whispers…” she murmured.

She hesitated before continuing.

“The reason he likened it to death… is because right behind us, beyond those dwarf mountains and ridges… lies the Whispering Forest.”

Damon’s jaw tightened.

He exhaled slowly.

“So we’re still in Soltheon… that’s good.”

Xander, who had remained quiet until now, paled.

“Good? What’s good about being in uncharted lands? The Whispering Forest is a death zone—just like the Evil Forest.”

Damon nodded. He already knew their situation was bad—which was precisely why he needed them all to stay calm.

Even so, his fists clenched.

Evangeline bit her lip, her gaze shifting toward the violet light on the horizon.

“What about that direction? If we can’t go west, why not east? Or south? Or north?”

Sylvia shook her head.

“There’s a mana anomaly in that direction. It’s created a gravity zone that has engulfed the entire region. Anyone who approaches gets crushed by the ambient gravity attribute magic.”

A heavy silence followed.

This wasn’t unheard of.

When mana lingered too long in a place, it could either form dungeons or create anomalous zones, where magic ran wild.

This was one of those zones—a mana anomaly.

They could manifest with any attribute—sometimes all at once—and were often compared to storms at sea.

Only worse.

The worst of them were spatial storms, which could tear reality apart.

Gravity anomalies were almost as bad.

Damon sighed.

“That explains the tremors in the ground…”

Leona, who had been listening intently, crouched down.

“What about the demon army?”

Sylvia turned back to the goblin, speaking softly.

The creature trembled at the mention of the army.

“They originally camped near the anomaly,” Sylvia translated, “but it started shrinking—moving in their direction. So now they’re attacking it, hoping to break through.”

Damon narrowed his eyes.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

If their goal was simply to escape, why not head southwest?

Avoiding the Whispering Forest was logical—but the southwest was a different matter.

Sylvia must have had the same thought. She turned back to the goblin and gestured, pointing southwest.

The goblin froze.

Then—

It shook its head violently, trembling as if she had touched upon some unspeakable taboo.

“Jeekkekekekkekeke!”

It choked on its own fear, its breathing turning ragged.

Then, in a panicked frenzy, it gestured wildly toward the southwestern mountain.

Sylvia’s face grew steadily paler.

The goblin rasped out words in its broken, grating language.

Damon managed to pick out a few:

“Winged one… ash… death, death…”

Then a phrase that sounded like:

“Many, many army… hot, hot…”

Each fragmented sentence only made his gut sink deeper.

Sylvia inhaled sharply, then exhaled, steadying herself before speaking.

“We’re near the nest of Ashergon.”

Damon’s breath hitched.

Ashergon.

The name alone carried a weight of dread—a dragon whose presence alone could spell absolute devastation.

Sylvia continued, her voice laced with tension.

“Near its nest lies a ruin—one crawling with drakes and wyverns that serve it. Approaching it means death.”

She hesitated, then delivered the final blow.

“The demon army tried passing through. Of their three thousand troops… they lost 2,645.

In just seven minutes.

And the dragon hadn’t even appeared.”

Xander sucked in a sharp breath.

A cold silence settled over the group.

Sylvia pressed on, her voice subdued.

“The scouts stationed here haven’t reported back to the main force yet. They were sent into the Whispering Forest… to search for a safe exit. Or at least… somewhere that doesn’t mean certain death.”

Damon’s fists clenched.

There was no safe exit. Not yet.

Sylvia wasn’t finished.

“On the outskirts of the forest, the scouts found a ruined city.”

A flicker of hope?

“They claim this city may have a waypoint—one that could be used for teleportation out of this region.”

Damon’s head snapped toward Evangeline.

“We’re not far from Brightwater Dukedom—assuming we can get past the Whispering Forest and everything around it.”

Evangeline nodded, though her expression remained grim.

“If it’s a city, then it has to be an ancient ruin… I’ve heard of it before.

The one called the ‘Path of Kings.’”

Matlock swallowed hard, gripping his head as panic settled in.

“What—what do we do now?! If the demon army learns about this place, we’ll be hunted down!”

His breath grew ragged.

“We need to run—run far away—”

Damon exhaled through gritted teeth.

“Run where?”

His voice was flat. Cold.

“We’re surrounded by death. There is no hope.”

A heavy silence followed.

Then, his fingers curled into a tight fist.

If they were first-class advancements, maybe—just maybe—there would be a sliver of a chance.

Even then… death would still be almost certain.

His frustration boiled over.

He turned and kicked the goblin.

The creature squealed weakly, too broken to fight or flee.

Sylvia reached out, gripping Damon’s wrist.

“Their group was nearly wiped out in the Whispering Forest before they found the city… Right now, there are only twenty-seven Red Cap goblins left.”

Her voice dropped further.

“And they’re led by three war trolls.”

Damon’s stomach twisted.

War trolls.

Monsters nearly as bad as lesser demons.

They weren’t just stronger than normal trolls—they were war incarnate.

A single one could wipe out an entire party of first-class advancement adventurers.

But what made them truly terrifying wasn’t their brute strength.

It was their intelligence.

Their cruelty.

Their obsession with the hunt.

Once a war troll picked up a trail, it would not stop—not until every last target was dead.

The blood drained from everyone’s faces.

Matlock collapsed to his knees, trembling.

Tears streaked down his face as he clutched his head.

“We’re all gonna die… We’re all gonna die…”

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