My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 854 - 855: You

Ah, fate. It was simply unavoidable. Damon truly felt that the universe took great pleasure in constantly giving him the middle finger.

In this particular moment, that sentiment was quite literal.

Without even turning around, he rose from his chair. That familiar, piercing gaze was still as sharp as he remembered.

Indeed, the last time he had felt this specific pressure was when he had narrowly escaped the swift talons of death.

He turned his body to confront her—the walking, breathing threat to his very virtue.

His expression remained deadpan and calm, appearing almost entirely resigned to whatever destiny awaited him.

"It has been far too long." He spoke with a level voice, even as Evangeline threw him a look of pure disgust, as if she were observing a pile of human trash.

Standing in the doorway was a striking woman with bronzed skin, her midriff exposed by her choice of attire. She possessed dark eyes and flowing dark hair, distinguished by two small antlers protruding from her head.

A blade carved from bone was secured to her back. Her icy stare never wavered from Damon, who was currently attempting to edge closer to the nearest window.

An annoyed smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"I see you."

Damon folded his arms across his chest.

"Wendy. It really has been a while."

It had to be Wendy. No other woman would glare at him with the clear intention of devouring him whole.

Wendy was the name he had previously bestowed upon her. He simply hadn't anticipated that she would eventually manifest as a literal person.

To provide some context, Wendy was originally a monster. She had been a wendigo, a malevolent spirit. However, the unknown god had transformed her into a human to serve his grand design—which, in Damon's opinion, was likely just another method of psychological torture.

The crux of the issue was that Damon had slain Wendy’s asexually birthed offspring back when she was still a beast. While killing him was her secondary objective, her primary goal—thanks to the influence of Waton of Valtheron—was to mate with Damon to replace her lost children.

Damon would have gladly killed her to avoid this fate, but her unique abilities made her virtually unkillable.

Upon seeing her, Evangeline shot Damon a look of pure revulsion. She understood the situation perfectly.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"You pervert."

Damon ground his teeth together.

"I am the victim here!"

Wendy remained silent for a moment before closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.

"He asked me to get on my knees and call him daddy."

She spoke the words clearly, without a hint of hesitation.

Evangeline’s jaw dropped, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a response. She had called him a pervert as a casual insult before, but she hadn't actually—

"Ah... you absolute beast."

Wendy observed the reaction. Having spent several months among humans, she now possessed a firm grasp of language and social etiquette. This was why she was fully aware that asking someone to kneel and call them "daddy" was far from normal behavior.

"He even gave me his word that we would have children, but he specified he wouldn't be the type to take any responsibility."

She had learned a great deal during her time in the pleasure district. The elder sisters there had informed her that men were generally scum who only sought one thing. They had advised her to make sure she trapped the bastard.

Leona blinked in confusion, scratching the side of her head.

"Oh, Wendy, you've returned! And look, I managed to find Damon. Well, actually he found me, but it amounts to the same thing."

Hearing her innocent, sweet voice caused Damon to take a heavy breath.

"Leona, how could you do this? I can't believe you set me up like this. You really should have mentioned that the 'familiar face' was Wendy. This is a total trap. You omitted that detail on purpose. Who taught you to be such a naughty girl?"

She gave a playful smile and stuck out her tongue.

"Heheh, I'm sorry! You didn't specifically ask, and I did sort of promise Wendy that I would assist her."

With light, predatory footsteps, Wendy began to slowly close the distance between them.

"Did you truly believe you could keep playing me forever?"

Damon let out a scoff.

He paused to think. This was Wendy. Previously, he had her wrapped around his finger. He could handle this. So what if she had gained a bit more worldly experience?

He let out a weary sigh.

"Fine, have it your way. If you want to mess with me, so be it. But you should know that if I am not in a healthy emotional state, I am physically unable to reproduce."

She stared at him with a completely flat expression.

"That is not how biology works. You aren't tricking me this time."

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Damon’s forehead.

"Wait, hold on, I—I—"

Desperate for an excuse, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I’m pregnant! You can't touch me. You'll put the baby at risk!"

Wendy stopped in her tracks. Evangeline’s eyes went wide with shock. Leona couldn't help but snicker.

Wendy pointed a finger at him.

"You are a man."

Damon hung his head low.

"I have a deep secret. I... I am a transvestite."

Evangeline shook her head in shame on behalf of all trans people, silently praying for the goddess to strike the scoundrel down where he stood.

Wendy looked genuinely puzzled.

"What exactly is a transvestite?"

A small smile played on Damon's lips.

"Ah, I knew it. Complex vocabulary still confuses her."

He shut his eyes tight.

"It means that if a woman tries to make babies with me before I am emotionally prepared, I will literally wither away and die."

Her eyes widened in alarm.

"It's a very rare medical condition."

She began to tremble.

"That sounds horrific. I had no idea humans suffered from such a terrible affliction."

Evangeline buried her face in her hands. Every passing second, he managed to sink to a new low as a human being.

Leona was speechless as she watched Damon successfully deceive the inexperienced Wendy once again.

He settled back into his chair.

"I've been visiting various healers, but my health isn't improving. Apparently, it's caused by walking too much. If I had a mount to ride, I might be cured in, say, a few decades or maybe a century."

Wendy gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I see. That is truly tragic."

Then, she suddenly lunged forward and grabbed him.

"Do you honestly expect me to fall for that? I encountered several trans people in the pleasure district. It is not a disease."

Damon gave a soft, defeated chuckle.

"Heheh, you caught me."

She crossed her arms over her chest.

"That wasn't even my goal right now. We can discuss sex another day."

Damon pressed a hand against his mouth in mock shock.

"When did you become so forward and shameless? My, what a bad girl you've become."

She glared at him with icy eyes.

"Do not talk down to me."

She closed her eyes for a moment.

"I came to ask about Waton. I never had the chance to say a proper goodbye before his passing. He was my very first friend, after all."

Damon’s expression softened instantly.

"He was truly happy to have known you."

She gave a simple nod.

"I understand."

Turning her attention toward Leona, she spoke again.

"Right. Also, I have located Xander Ravenscroft."