My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 679: Chapter 680: Ohh This Old Thing

’Well, things just got interesting,’ Damon thought as he saw a projection of his shadow clone begin to show, along with a massive beam of light visible from many miles away, pointing directly at his location.

Xander heard the declaration, his spear slick with the blood of a demon beast he had just slain. His expression twisted into one of rage, his blue eyes flaring with fury.

“Amon….”

He glanced far into the distance, to where the beam of light was shining. The distance was far too vast; Xander wouldn’t make it there on time.

Simply put, he was not going to be able to reach Amon but he didn’t care. With a deafening sonic boom, he launched himself forward, tearing through the terrain as he ran toward the light.

Damon looked up at the sky with a calm expression, almost amused. Did they really think this would be able to track him?

He could simply disappear into the shadows. Spreading his shadow perception outward, he noticed a few figures moving in his direction, but Damon didn’t really care. The big question was how he could take advantage of the situation.

’I can’t guarantee a win if I’m still in second class… I must advance.’

His gaze lifted again toward the sky, where something began to shimmer it was the barrier that encompassed the combat zone. It was getting smaller.

That meant sooner or later, everyone would have to reach the center, where the world dungeon gate was located. They would be forced to stop and fight for medallions, which meant it would take time. Reaching the center wouldn’t be easy.

Damon turned to the demon youths who were staring at him with a mix of awe and fear. Without another word to them, he began walking away, his voice echoing through the open field.

“All who wish to face me… can come to the dungeon gate. I welcome all…. I will be waiting.”

“Let it be known.”

He left them with this simple message as his figure faded away. The beam of light disappeared as he dissolved into the shadows. Since he was no longer visible to the magic orbs, they couldn’t track him anymore.

Kashi watched him with awe. This was a different kind of power from Lady Paimon’s. This was an overwhelming will one that made everyone around feel the instinctive urge to kneel before him.

Meanwhile, Damon’s true body was feeling woozy from blood loss. He had really pushed himself. The arena was a miniature realm, filled with different areas and dangerous creatures, both monsters and demons.

However, Damon wasn’t particularly interested in fighting them. While he still needed to gather medallions, he already had a plan for that.

First, he needed to complete this quest for that, he decided to hold out for the full twenty-four hours.

They found themselves in a ruin. Damon looked around at the crumbling structures, the half-destroyed buildings covered in vines and dust, with faint growls echoing from within the shadows.

Still, Damon was sure this was the right destination. As soon as he stepped into the ruins, he blew a whistle. The sharp sound echoed through the empty walls. A few moments later, the fluttering of wings descended from above, and a raven landed gracefully on his shoulder.

“Hmm, where’s the other one…” Damon asked, glancing at the bird perched on him.

“Caw, caw!” Croft called out, its tone sounding irritated as it began to explain.

Although it wasn’t much of an explanation, Damon understood enough. The squirrel Scarlet, or Scar for short had indeed been with the raven when they were teleported into the arena. However, not long after, the squirrel claimed to have picked up a strange scent and disappeared.

After that explanation, Croft began to bad-mouth the squirrel for running off, muttering about it chasing nuts or something similar.

Damon sighed, rubbing his forehead in mild frustration.

“That’s fine. She’ll come back anyway.”

He glanced at Waton, who was looking at him with a strange expression clearly unsettled by the sight of him talking to a raven as if it were a regular person.

“I’m not crazy. I can talk to animals,” Damon replied, though even he found his words hard to believe.

Waton nodded slowly, obviously unconvinced.

“I see… you’re a druid.”

Damon clicked his tongue.

“Let’s go. I need to rest and recover.”

He didn’t feel entirely at ease not seeing the squirrel, but so be it. He glanced again at the raven.

“I have a job for you, Croft. I need you to go and find Renata, then bring her to me.”

The raven cawed in acknowledgment, raising its beak proudly before soaring into the sky, vanishing into the distance.

Waton looked up at it as it disappeared.

“What now… do we head further into the ruins? And better yet, shouldn’t we be looking for medallions?”

Damon stepped forward into the ruins with a thin smile on his face.

“Way ahead of you. I already have a plan to get medallions that’s not an issue.”

The real issue was Damon’s third class. Until he solved that mystery, things would only grow more troublesome.

The ruins almost reminded him of Lysithara. They were vast at least the size of a city and they were only in the outskirts.

He wasn’t certain about the dangers that lay deeper within the city, but he knew the outskirts would be safer for now.

With that thought in mind, Damon approached a building that was half-collapsed on the outside, with a single narrow entrance barely holding together.

The interior was relatively intact, though several interior walls and roof had fallen. Still, there was enough space for humans to move freely.

Due to the large walls surrounding the place, they had a sense of temporary safety.

They were greeted by a few demon beasts of the first class, which Waton swiftly dispatched. From their remains, he managed to obtain three medallions.

He looked quite pleased with his prize, but Damon barely reacted when Waton offered the medallions to him.

Damon accepted them but didn’t care much. He had bigger plans, and hunting for small profits like this was a waste of his time.

“Let’s camp here for the night.”

Waton nodded as the magic orbs continued to hover above them, transmitting their every move and word to the outside world.

“I’ll go gather some wood and start a fire,” Waton offered.

Damon looked at him like he was an idiot.

“There’s no need for that.”

He waved his hand, and from the shadows, a large tent appeared within the building, bearing the crest of the imperial household.

Waton’s eyes widened instantly. He recognized the tent immediately. This belonged to his sister, Abellona. It was one of a kind a personal gift from the emperor himself after her first expedition, given so she wouldn’t have to suffer any hardships in the field.

“This… this… how did you get this?”

Damon brushed his hair aside with a casual expression.

“Oh, this old thing….”

Waton was left completely stupefied, his mouth slightly open as he stared at Damon in disbelief.