My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 677: Chapter 678: Nay

Somewhere a fair distance away from where he had been fighting, Damon had made significant headway with Waton flying them past the dangers.

The region began to change, the forest growing thinner. Suddenly, Damon stopped, snapping his head in the direction they had come from. He fell to his knees, coughing up blood and clutching his chest.

Gritting his teeth, the blood soaking his hands red, he groaned as the mock pain burned through his body. Waton quickly rushed to his side, panic showing in his wide eyes.

“Ar… are yah okay? Did your injuries get worse?”

Damon swallowed hard, the metallic taste of blood thick on his tongue. His magic orbs hovered beside him, broadcasting his condition as his voice turned cold as ice.

“Someone managed to destroy my hold on that demon.”

His dark eyes flared with fury, the killing intent within him making the shadows around seem darker, heavier.

Waton paled, finding it hard to breathe under the weight of Damon’s presence.

“Sh… should we go back?”

Damon closed his eyes, forcing himself to stand with a cold, distant expression. He reached into his shadow and pulled back his dealer’s hand despite the vast distance between them.

“No, there’s no need. Whoever it is will have to meet me soon… before this part of the war game ends.”

He touched the blood on his lips, staring at the red stain on his palm.

“Besides, I’m in no condition to fight. I must recover… and hopefully push myself into the third class before then.”

Waton watched him closely, his lips trembling.

“What happens if we don’t meet any of those conditions?”

It was clear to Waton that his own safety heavily depended on Damon being able to fight.

Damon shrugged, glancing at the magic orbs hovering beside them.

“Nothing to me. Well, you might die,” Damon said with a faint grin, half a joke, half a truth.

“Huh….”

“Relax, I’ll protect you. So leave it all to me. After all, I’m a merchant in blood, dealer in death.”

Waton followed as Damon began to walk away from the scene, his heart filled with a strange mix of fear and gratitude for the man who had saved his life.

Damon paused mid-step.

“Ahem, hey… you wouldn’t happen to know how to discover your third class, right? I can see the way, just don’t have the right class.”

Waton blinked, confused.

“Huh? You don’t know? Try meditating.”

Damon rolled his eyes, clearly not taking him seriously.

Outside, while the world watched the overwhelming mystery that was Amon…

“What’s that… I can’t tell what it is.”

“Is it a person… a faceless entity?”

A collective gasp spread through the spectators.

“I know! I heard the rumors. That’s the thing that killed Lord Godric Ravenscroft, in Ravenscroft domain no less!”

“I heard it was right in his chambers!”

“The Grand Duke supposedly destroyed this Amon… but clearly, that was a lie!”

“Amon must be a demon!”

Grand Duke Godwin Corbin Ravenscroft stood up with trembling hands, his voice thick with venom.

“Amon!!”

How much anger must he have felt seeing this entity? He took a single step forward, and within the same breath he was above the arena. With a massive echo that shook the sky, he slammed his palm against the barrier.

It didn’t break.

“Calm yourself.” Kronos stepped forward, his tone sharp.

“It is unwise to break that barrier. If you do, the whole dungeon gate will collapse and everyone inside will die—including your one grandson who is still alive.”

Corbin gritted his teeth, realizing he had lost himself to rage. His breathing slowed as he forced himself to calm down.

His gaze turned toward Paimon. She was the only logical answer as to why Amon was there.

“Was this your plan, Paimon? To sneak one of your demon lords inside the arena?”

Paimon was just as confused as they were. She didn’t even know this Amon. His name indeed belonged to one of the demon lords, but coincidences like Lilith Astranova already existed.

“Hahaha… my, I have no idea what you’re talking about. If Lord Amon can enter, then it means he had his own means. Who am I to stop him? I came here on my own, yet you suspect me?”

She turned to Corbin, her tone laced with mockery.

“Tell me, Godwin the Singularity, do you really think a lowly woman like me can command all the demon lords? I can’t stop them from acting on their intents. And even if I could, Amon may not even be one of us.”

Her words neither accepted nor denied anything. First, she called him Lord Amon, then distanced herself completely.

The crowd continued to buzz with speculation, feeding on the little information they had. Paimon gained nothing from their noise. She was as lost about Amon as anyone else.

Grand Duke Brightwater appeared in a spark of radiant light.

“Corbin, I understand how you feel. Losing a child is painful, but we must not let our anger consume us.”

He glanced toward the projection, clenching his fist tightly.

“I understand this anger… to fail to kill an enemy in your own home. I too have failed to kill this Amon. However, he is not immortal, of that I am sure.”

His words nearly made Paimon gasp. Two Grand Dukes failed to kill him…. Was this the reason she had been made to come here? Was Amon her true goal?

’Unknown God… what is your will?’ she thought.

Corbin took a deep breath as his son, Aspen, shook his head, silently urging his father not to cause any more of a commotion.

“If he’s in there, then his power would be restricted to the third class at most,” Aspen said calmly. His face was stalwart, the expression of a man who only spoke when necessary.

“We are unable to determine his identity or rank, but seeing him being unkillable, he must have a true body hidden somewhere. If we find it, we will kill it.”

His gaze fixed coldly on Paimon, who chuckled softly.

“If,” she replied mockingly, her tone sharp despite her serene, nun-like appearance.

The emperor, Kronos, picked up an artifact, his expression hardening.

“I shall make a declaration to those participants… a bounty on Amon’s head.”

“Whoever kills the unknown ruler shall be rewarded. Are we all in agreement?”

“Aye.”

“Aye.”

Everyone present who was a ruler agreed and cast their vote.

“Nay.”

Paimon smiled faintly, raising her hand. All eyes turned toward her. She chuckled softly.

“Oh, sorry, sorry. I forgot I wasn’t one of you. My apologies.”