My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 929: Chapter 930: The Great Escape

It was evident there was one thing Rexagon truly needed, and that was something that could heal him. The only problem was Damon didn’t have a potion with that high an efficacy, at least one that would work on a dragon. Oddly enough, a high level potion from the system would have worked, but after a while of killing and devouring the system just stopped giving him high quality potions.

Now all he had were low quality ones and the ones he took from the Brightwater family’s alchemist stations.

Damon didn’t even look back as he dashed in the direction of the displacement flowers. Seras didn’t explain her plan to him and she didn’t need to, he figured it out.

The wind rushed to his face pushing his hair aside. Damon didn’t feel safe enough so he doubled down with his skill [5x], applying it to his speed.

[Skill: 5x]

[Description:]

The warriors of the Sky Continent, Vuldren, embodied freedom and limitless growth, their achievements inspiring the concept of boundless potential reflected in this skill.

[Effect:]

5x amplifies a chosen stat by five times its base value for 5 minutes.

[Type:]

Active.

[Cooldown:] 10 minutes

The wind roared behind him. He had half the mind to turn his head and see if his companions were running after him. Before he could even do that he remembered who had a skill that wanted them dead.

Oh right. That was him.

Damon gritted his teeth and activated [Accel].

[Skill: Accel]

[Description:] My sister moved like the wind — free, untouchable. When she drew her sword, the battle was already over. Speed is everything in combat. Even here in the abyss, I remember her: swift, regal... faster than death itself.

[Effect:] Greatly amplifies movement speed by 10,000% when traversing vast distances. However, you experience 10,000% the exhaustion afterward.

[Type:] Active

[Cooldown:] 12 seconds

A sonic boom rocked the air. From the moment Damon said run to him dashing away like a bolt of lightning less than three seconds had passed.

In that same instant Seras moved. Everyone was already spamming escape based abilities and magical artifacts.

Flashing lights and blurry figures dashed after Damon.

In that same moment the dragon placed the vial in his mouth. This was all happening at the same exact moment.

From the vial fell on his tongue it dissolved, spilling forth the contents inside. The taste of low quality potion touched its mighty tongue.

This wasn’t even the excellent low quality for the system... no this was the cheap stuff, the kind sold in street stalls for adventurers who valued money more than their own health.

The taste of substandard mana and impurities touched his large tongue and then nothing. This potion couldn’t even heal the tiny natural gaps in his scales much less his great and powerful body.

For a moment, for a split moment, Rexagon didn’t even know how to react. He was confused, so confused. It wasn’t the idea of the potion that confused him, it was the audacity.

What entity in their right mind would have the gall to play an obvious scam on a dragon?

Rexagon accepting the vial was not stupidity. It’s dragon psychology.

Rexagon operates on three instincts.

Pride he, like many dragons, assumes lesser beings would not dare deceive them. To lie to a dragon is to invite extinction. So Rexagon doesn’t suspect deception immediately, because doing so would imply mortals are foolish enough to challenge him.

The second was mostly his own curiosity. They say curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. Dragons were a little different because curiosity couldn’t do anything to them.

Rexagon is ancient and injured.

An unknown potion from someone he believes to be Ashcroft is intriguing.

Not hope. But curiosity.

And curiosity is one of the few things powerful enough to override dragon pride.

The last was calculation from centuries of life. Even if the potion is fake, Rexagon loses nothing. He can kill them afterward. This makes accepting the vial a low-risk action.

That logic is very dragon.

He felt something in his heart for a moment, his large claws trembling as the little mice scrambled beneath him. Raising his head he laughed, finding amusement in this action — and as quickly as it came the amusement faded, turning into rage at the realization that a mere mouse had dared to play a trick on him.

Damon was already close to the displacement flowers. It was now the ninth second Rexagon had wasted his time laughing at the thought.

He twisted his head in Damon’s direction.

The ground decayed and Damon felt his footing vanish, causing him to fly off the ground rolling and skidding as everyone he had left behind easily passed him.

No one even stopped as a cold gust of air came from behind them and a large and terrifying carve appeared on the ground.

Damon was not about to let himself get caught and crushed by the dragon. He rode the wind from Rexagon’s actions and let it lift him. He rolled mid air and touched the ground as the members of the expedition force began to disappear, taken to another location by the displacement flowers.

He pulled his feet to teleport into the shadows when he felt something grab his legs. He looked down to find an ant-like creature with a white bone-like body and wrinkled skin holding his legs, its body protruding from the earth.

Damon looked on in horror as this wretched thing had just hindered him for a split second and that was more than enough for the giant claw of the dragon to descend on him.

He felt as if the world had locked onto him and a giant claw was rising to crush him. Rexagon was angry but for whatever reason he took this personally.

All of a sudden the claw came down. Damon had already accepted he was done for. At this point he was already taking out the pendant he had gotten from the priest and was about to use it and escape to the snake temple when...

A woman’s figure came between him and the giant claw. She slapped her sword upward as all sound died, consumed by a terrible sound as if a thousand swords were clashing against each other.

The sound wave sent them both flying back; that was what she wanted. She grabbed Damon as they were sent hurtling through the displacement flowers as they vanished.

Seras cursed.

”You bastard you crazy bastard...”

Damon laughed, feeling bold.

”Ahh don’t worry, dragons have the brains of a walnut... not very bright.”

As he vanished he heard a system chime.

[Ragebait lvl 9]