My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Damon felt a horrible sting in his chest when he saw Sylvia’s expression. While it was true he got the Ashborn skill after defeating Ignath in the process of saving her, he would have gotten the skill anyway because fighting a dark spirit was part of his level-up requirements.

He approached her, placing a hand on her chin.

“It’s not your fault… this is just the nature of my power… besides, I can choose not to use it.”

She bit her lip, lowering her head, but from the looks of it, she wasn’t convinced. In Sylvia’s heart, it must have seemed like Damon had given up himself to save her, even though that really wasn’t the case.

‘Geeze, Sylvia, you’re starting to make me feel bad…’

His guilty thoughts aside, Damon had done what he did more out of self-preservation than anything.

The origins of these flames were tied to a powerful dark spirit, and summoning, contracting, or associating with one was heresy—a matter relegated to the temple or the imperial knights, sometimes both.

However, if it was a first-class skill, then that had nothing to do with the dark spirit. That meant Damon was safe… it was a loophole of sorts.

He wasn’t lying to them just for the heck of it.

He sighed. “Now then, who’s next? I’d rather not go deeper into my skill…”

Evangeline bit her lip. “I… I have a similar skill too…”

Leona grabbed her. “So you experience tenfold the pain of burning alive too?”

Evangeline shook her head, holding the side of her arms.

“My class is called Dawn Seeker. It’s as Damon said before… I am blinded by my radiance. My skill is called… Purge. I can purify the world with my rotting flesh.”

Xander raised an eyebrow. “Rotting how…?”

She gritted her teeth.

“My skill allows me to purify anything, but I have to absorb part of it into my body and purify it. If I absorb too much, my flesh starts to rot… until my false light destroys it all.”

The others all looked at her with different expressions. This was truly a horrible skill—to have to watch one’s own flesh rot in order to perform purification.

However, while the others were weighing the horrible con, Damon was weighing the pros and how useful they would be.

Her skill was powerful, giving her light, purifying, and decursing effects. Her power would be useful against dark magic, undead, corruption, and virtually anything impure.

‘What an asset… she may be the most useful person here.’

Evangeline held her sword hilt with a look of resolve.

“If that is what it takes, so be it. Let me rot, but I will no longer turn a blind eye like before. I will no longer overlook the harsh truths…”

She glanced at Damon. “You showed me that.”

Damon shrugged with a nonchalant expression. “Better not do something crazy and say I was the one who inspired you…”

She smiled, nodding her head. “I’ll do something worse.”

Damon sighed. ‘She used to be such a good girl… what changed?’

He turned his sights to the others.

“Who’s going next? If you have a dangerous skill, say so.”

The others shrugged, but his gaze stopped at Sylvia. She bit her lip.

“I have a potentially dangerous one too…”

He nodded. “Okay… do share.”

“My class is White Seer. Just like these two, it’s a unique class, although I don’t understand why we’re all taking having a unique class for granted…”

Damon sighed, closing his eyes. “Get to the point, Sylvia.”

She sighed, pushing her hair aside at his rude remark. That was such a Damon thing to do.

“My skill is called… my skill is called…”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was as if she was struggling to say them out loud. She gazed downward, taking a deep breath.

“My skill is called Sylvia’s Journey Book…” She paused, almost as if to hide her relief.

“This journey book answers any questions I ask, so long as I pay the price. The more valuable the information, the higher the price. Some answers are so steep that I’d die before hearing them… so I have to be careful what I ask.”

Damon looked at her. Right in front of her, invisible to the others, was a massive tome. Red and black gems adorned its cover, and the title read:

****** Journey Book.

Damon could see what was on the book with his dark eyes, but he couldn’t see its name. However, he was certain the name on it was definitely not Sylvia’s. Simply because the book had a unique aura—or rather, it had no aura at all.

Yes, it was a confusing concept and didn’t make sense. But how could one make sense of a god? Especially the Unknown God…

‘No wonder she had been acting weird.’

He looked at her as she explained her skill to the others—its strengths and weaknesses. The book itself had no weakness. The only weak link was Sylvia herself.

The book had apparently shown her parts of the future, but for a price. It had taken two years of her lifespan.

The others watched her as she explained.

“That’s why I knocked you out, Evangeline. Because we needed your power for what was to come. The book also showed me that Matlock… I mean, Matia, would die if she didn’t fight the War Troll.”

She looked at Evangeline, bowing her head slightly.

“Sorry for knocking you out. You wouldn’t have believed me then…”

Evangeline nodded her head worriedly but remained slightly skeptical of Sylvia’s new power.

Damon merely watched as she continued explaining her abilities to them.

‘Her ability is dangerous. She could divine and know anything. However, she can’t know about me and Lilith unless the Unknown God allows it.’

He paused, looking at his shadow.

‘Which begs the question… what does the Unknown God want with Sylvia? Why give her such a powerful skill? Or… was it an object? If she wasn’t allowed to use it freely…’

‘No. Was her skill the book, or was her skill the ability to see and interact with the book?’

That had to be it.

The book wasn’t hers. What she was given was merely the ability to interact with it.

The book… still belongs to the Unknown God.