My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 822: Chapter 823: Relic Of His Greatest Failure

[Womb of Healing]

[Description]

What is born should be nurtured, loved, and cared for. How far had he fallen from the moment he failed to accept her existence. The existence of this impure entity had been what caused the Weeping Star to fall and rise as the Unknown God.

With blood on his hands and rage in his heart, he had been certain he had destroyed his unborn child.

By some miracle or curse, she had endured. Surviving in her dead mother’s womb, years later she had stood before the Unknown God hoping for love, only to be met with disgust.

The God of the Abyss wanted nothing of this beautiful angel and cast her away with his sword.

[Effects]

This wondrous charm is a giver of life, able to birth an offspring with the blood of both parents while being nurtured by the blood of one, shattering once its duty is complete.

[Type: Charm]

This was the strangest item Damon had ever received from the system. Well one of them.

It was a charm, yet it wasn’t categorized as one.

What it did was simple. It required blood samples from two parents to create a child, and for one parent to continue nurturing that child until birth. That was all it did.

’It’s a damn glorified womb,’ Damon thought.

Well, that was its name.

As for its description, Damon was slightly surprised. The Unknown God had tried to eliminate his own offspring.

’Guess he’s not a demon for nothing.’

Though there was more to it than that, why did he want to kill his own unborn child?

Reasonably speaking, the unknown god was not an evil being, at least not entirely.

Damon imagined he would cherish his child, so why did that cause his fall and rise as the unknown god? Damon had seen a description that said the unknown god could not forgive his kin for what he had done.

Was his child’s death at his hands what he had done but couldn’t forgive his kin for?

“With rage in his heart, huh?” Damon wondered if he was consumed by rage. He was the god of wrath, after all.

He reached into his shadow storage and pulled it out.

It was a strange-looking artifact.

A glass capsule filled with a transparent fluid. Small. Just large enough to fit a human baby.

“I won’t be using this anywhere.”

He put it back, seeing that it was useless for their current predicament.

Damon sighed, a faint edge of disappointment slipping through.

He looked into the distance, then back at Lyn and Sithara.

“Lazarak, should we have them fight monsters.”

The toddler god crossed his arms.

“I would rather not, but these two aren’t helpless. They have their own combat styles. If they truly believe they might die, it could help.”

Damon nodded slowly.

“You two get off the lesser demon. From now on, you walk.”

Lyn and Sithara glanced at each other, then dismounted without protest.

“Let’s go.”

They followed Damon, but he paused.

He didn’t know where to find monsters suitable for their level.

He glanced at his shadow.

“Go look for something for them to fight. It’d be great if it could kill them slowly.”

His shadow snapped a sharp military salute and slid across the sand dunes, vanishing into the distance.

Damon turned back to Lyn and Sithara, his expression cold.

“Listen up. You’re going to fight for your lives. If you fail, you die. Lazarak and I will not save you.”

They looked at each other, fear flashing briefly, then nodded.

“We can do this.”

Damon nodded and continued walking, the shifting sand making each step heavy as it slid beneath his boots.

Minutes passed under the scorching sun.

Matia held back her mana completely, allowing the heat to press down without mercy.

During that time, Damon asked them about their abilities and magic.

And honestly, he had to admit they were impressive.

Both possessed spatial magic attributes, but with a variation that allowed them to indirectly manipulate aspects within that space.

That alone was a sign of genius.

Damon hadn’t even realized spatial magic could be used like that.

He glanced at his own hand.

’Then what is my umbral attribute truly capable of?’

Clearly, it did more than control shadows.

“I’m not using magic to its full potential.”

Ashcroft had said something similar.

After thinking it through, Damon began considering possibilities.

When the Face Stealer Fuska copied his attribute, it could control solid shadows.

But there had to be more.

There was always more.

After a long silence, Damon turned to the one expert present.

“Hey, Lazarak. Do you know about umbral magic?”

Lazarak raised a brow with a sneer.

“Asking me if I know umbral magic is like asking me if I know what water looks like. I’m a god of darkness. Of course I know about branching attributes.”

Damon’s eyes lit up.

The god scoffed.

“So you’re heaven’s chosen son and you got the Umbral attribute. No need to rub it in my face.”

Damon smirked, feeling relieved.

“So you know what it can do, other than controlling shadows.”

Lazarak blinked.

“Wait. You actually don’t know how to use your attribute properly.”

He clasped his hands behind his back, smiling wickedly.

“So at last, you turn to a god for help. Typical mortal, always seeking divine intervention.”

Damon smiled tightly, feeling a vein throb in his temple.

“You really want to be buried in sand.”

Lazarak cleared his throat and glanced at the desert beneath his feet.

“Well, I won’t stoop to your level.”

He looked back at Damon, expression serious now.

“The Umbral attribute is power itself. It governs the secondary energy in your body. The same one that kept you alive when only your heart remained.”

Damon’s eyes sharpened.

“The shadow attribute is merely a watered-down expression of the true horror of Umbral.”

Damon narrowed his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what it does or not?”

Lazarak raised a hand in surrender.

“Souls. It can modify souls. It also allows you to open and close beings within a secondary world of shadow that you create.”

He paused.

“I assumed you’d realize that naturally once you tried to form a domain.”

Damon stared.

“Wait. Is that it.”

Lazarak crossed his arms.

“What more do you want? Creating worlds already falls within the domain of gods.”

Damon’s eyes widened.

“The domain of gods.”