My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 698: Chapter 699: My Great Enemy

The smell of fear was thick in the air. It was interesting to see these young demons act with so much fear, the fear that they could be killed under the whims of this new overlord they had found.

Acting as his second-in-command, Bakemon bowed softly.

“What do you wish to do, my lord.”

He spoke those words calmly, keeping his trembling hands steady. Demon Lord Ipos wasn’t going to be too happy about losing a son, but that was not his problem.

Damon kept his expression calm. What a strange sight this was, a group of demon heirs all serving a human. Things would go south very quickly if they ever found out that he was, in fact, not a demon but a human.

However, Damon didn’t care. He wanted them to remain under the impression that Amon was Ashcroft, but at the same time, he didn’t confirm anything. Faceless was a skill that naturally made it difficult for anyone to identify anything about him — even his skills.

[Skill: Faceless]

[Description:]

The face is a lie. The name is a leash. The soul is a chain. Those who wore none could not be bound, neither by fate, nor memory, nor death.

The Face Stealers did not kill to feed; they devoured to erase. And now, that curse has become part of you.

Your presence is like mist in the wind — felt, but never grasped. You are no one. You are everyone. You are forgotten before you are even seen.

They will look and forget.

They will hunt and find nothing.

[Effect:]

Distorts the world’s perception of the user — erasing sight, magic, voice, and presence. Even unique abilities leave no trace.

But the longer it remains active, the more it distorts the user’s own sense of self.

[Type:]

Active

[Cooldown:]

0 seconds

As for the side effects, well, Damon hadn’t experienced any so far. He had never used Faceless on his main body, only on his shadow clones. Maybe that was why he didn’t forget his actual identity or come under any side effects. He had his true body as an anchor to remind him of who he was.

His silence only made Bakemon more uneasy. His role as leader had been to protect and ensure the demons were not only victorious but alive to retell the tale.

Damon walked slowly toward the bridge. No one spoke. No one dared, except Bakemon.

“War games…” Amon spoke. Damon had wondered why it was called that.

Now it made sense.

“The objective of the war games is to simulate a battlefield, except it was supposed to be a chaotic battle royale until only the strongest and most cunning were left, giving them the chance to enter the world dungeon.”

His voice was slow and calm. Bakemon nodded.

Still, Damon continued.

“However, the circumstances have changed drastically…”

His cold tone was met with silence as the demon youths glanced at each other.

“The goddess races and demons, now we have two ancient enemies in one place with the sole objective of entering the world dungeon.”

Bakemon narrowed his eyes. He had an inkling of what Damon was getting at, and this was the reason why he had called back all the demon heirs.

“It is as you said, my lord. This is a war game.”

Damon didn’t say anything, seeing this as a splendid opportunity.

“Both factions will form an army and fight the other. That is how it will end when we all meet on the main island across the bridge.”

He glanced at Bakemon, whose eyes flickered.

“They don’t seem to realize it yet, my lord. It seems we have the advantage. We can gather resources and supplies, and with the demon beasts, we can even the number disadvantage on our side.”

Damon didn’t say anything. His mind was on something else.

Oh bother, how am I supposed to tax people if it’s going to end up as a war… objectively huh….. wait, I still can.

“Do not be so quick to judge them.”

He turned to the demon heirs.

“Among them there are already people who realize that. People like Lilith Astranova, Renata Malcrist, or even the daughter of Kronos of Valtheron, Abellona of Valtheron. To name a few, surely they know.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

“Though they are of little consequence.”

Bakemon let out a sigh of relief. It seemed everything had been under his control after all.

“No one can match your power, my lord. You are invincible.”

Damon paused, his voice somber and cold, as if he were speaking about his greatest nemesis. The demons could feel the raw hatred coming from his tone.

“There is one that may… no, he will certainly be a problem. Of that, I am sure.”

Bakemon frowned as he heard whispers from the demon heirs behind him. He gulped slightly. Surely this was Ashcroft, who could give him any problem?

“Wh… who could it be, my lord? The goddess races of this generation are strong, they have Seras Blade she can—”

Cutting him off, Damon raised his head as the ray of light continued to highlight his position.

“It’s pathetic compared to what he is able to accomplish. He could take lives without even making a single gesture. In every spell he attempted, he was in a class by himself. Everyone viewed him as the ultimate warrior.”

He paused, closing what appeared to be his fist.

“And I once fought a battle against him, putting my own life on the line. Compared to that, they are nothing.”

Bakemon was chilled on the spot, his hands trembling as he tried to imagine who this terrifying entity was. He had never even heard that the goddess races had such a monster in their ranks.

“Who could this be, my lord…”

Damon paused, looking at the bridge.

“The Ascendant Damon Grey.”

That name instantly made Kashi and Manata go pale. Damon remained quiet as they all took in the great name.

He was right in front of them, acting as if he was his own greatest enemy, but who else would he praise as the strongest?

“If he is here, I will face him alone. I forbid anyone but I from attacking him.”

And with that, he had given himself immunity from demon attacks.