My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 888 - 889: Remember Me

Chaos engulfed the heavens, where rain poured relentlessly, snowflakes drifted down, and the sun continued to scorch with unrelenting heat.

The realm had abandoned all logical patterns. The divine had perished, dragging structure into oblivion with it.

Before this turmoil turned routine, countless lives would be lost. Nevertheless, existence would endure. It was designed to endure, even amid a shattered reality.

Perhaps in some distant era ahead, another deity would emerge to reinstate harmony.

For now...

In Damon's grasp lay the vial containing the pseudo-immortality elixir. It had condensed into a compact flask, radiating a luminous glow as he peered at the conflict raging below. The battle had concluded. Combat had ceased among them all.

Their attention fixed on the turmoil advancing from afar.

Reality twisted upon itself. A lethal torrent of fractured dimensions expanded in every direction, hurling all it encountered into nothingness.

Damon perceived it clearly.

They were doomed to perish alongside this collapsing plane.

The irony was palpable, wasn't it?

His eyes shifted to the spear clutched in his fist. One hand bore the embodiment of demise. The other cradled the elixir he'd pursued relentlessly over the years.

He balanced on the precipice between existence and oblivion.

Yet fate offered him no alternatives.

Sylvia clenched her jaw while rushing toward him.

"The portal to our world has vanished. It stood on the tower's upper levels, but destruction claimed it."

She drew in a sharp breath.

"Even should we locate it, we'd return to an age long before ours. We're... ensnared here."

Damon stood stunned. Annihilation loomed, but his mind raced solely toward endurance.

He faced Sylvia.

"Could you collect the gate's fragments? Attempt to reconstruct it before the tempest overtakes us."

She pressed her lips together, then inclined her head, departing to leave him solitary.

Existence fractured around them. He witnessed the terrain devoured by the abyss.

Gentle steps echoed from behind.

He refrained from turning.

Damon uttered, his stare pinned on two youngsters soaring atop a dragon-resembling beast, their gazes riveted to him and Lazarak.

"You foresaw this unfolding, didn't you."

Lazarak paused in silence momentarily as he hobbled nearer.

A weary grin adorned his features.

"The manner escaped me. Yet I sensed it wasn't your destiny to perish here today, my companion."

Damon offered a faint, mocking grin.

"I realized... right from the start. Escape from destiny's grip proved impossible. Destiny stems from our decisions, but the Unknown God strips away every option save the one he desires. Ultimately, he dictates..."

He settled next to Lazarak, absorbing the aura of devastation.

"Whether the Goddess of Doom or the Unknown God, no evil proves milder. Both remain divine at their essence. And we mere humans? Our decisions hold no weight..."

He exhaled, releasing a quiet chuckle.

Lazarak stayed mute while Damon continued.

"Now I grasp why you resisted so fiercely. Unlike me, fleeing the system, you dared to confront it head-on."

Damon compressed his lips, his gaze turning icy.

"He demands my survival? So be it. I shall endure. But I'll shatter this entire framework. This realm has suffered manipulation by Doom and the Unknown far too long. I'll shatter their framework."

"If death eludes me, then I'll dismantle the mechanism that denies it."

Lazarak grinned while eyeing the destructive gale.

"In that event, you recognize your required action."

Damon's vision blurred with moisture. His fingers quivered.

"I... I'm uncertain if I possess the strength for that."

Lazarak beamed at him, his lengthy locks cascading gently.

"During my clash with Seraph Null, insight struck me. Do humans require deities, or do deities rely on humans?"

He rested a palm on Damon's shoulder.

"Even those supreme true gods who declare independence from devotion still harbor followers. This Unknown God, shunning adoration, persists within mortal souls."

Damon had shared numerous details with Lazarak regarding the Unknown God.

"As a deity, do I truly exist without dwelling in human hearts?"

Damon denied with a shake.

"I can't... I just can't."

Lazarak adjusted his position, gazing at the still-seated Damon.

"You possess the capability."

Damon averted his eyes. Silence enveloped the world abruptly.

He noticed figures gesturing toward him—or more precisely, toward the elixir he held. Avarice gleamed in their expressions. Every one of them. Despite the realm's collapse, desire for it burned on.

Still, Damon found indifference impossible to summon.

Weight burdened his chest. A lone tear descended.

This agony surpassed the theft of his freedom to choose death.

"Will you grant me this," Lazarak murmured.

For he recognized no alternative existed.

Even should Damon defy, the malediction would impose this decision regardless.

Survival demanded this sole route.

"Triumph weaves an eternal torment, while loss brings awakening's instant."

Damon laughed bitterly, tears streaming unchecked.

"Curse you, Unknown. Curse you..."

Lazarak's smile softened. He elevated Damon's arm, directing it to the spear laid across his thighs.

From a lone tress shed by the Goddess of Doom, Lazarak had crafted this spear.

Demise incarnate.

An apt selection.

He raised Damon's arm, positioning the spear's point against his own breast.

"You know... solitude plagued me deeply. Endless isolation. I conversed with myself to stave off insanity... yet death remained beyond my reach."

He grinned, urging the blade into his torso.

"Above all, fear gripped me. I wasn't a renowned deity. Few held regard for me. With passing days, dread grew... that oblivion would claim my memory."

He rose, compelling Damon to stand alongside.

"A god achieves true demise only through forgetfulness, absent from every heart."

Damon ground his teeth, denying with vigorous shakes.

"I can't..."

"Our shared moments were brief, yet each rivaled an eternity in value."

"View not your existence as a bane. See it as a chance, not to grieve losses, but to cherish what endures."

Damon shut his eyes. His jaws locked as he thrust the spear ahead.

He sensed it shatter through bone.

The plunge as it impaled Lazarak's core.

Lazarak dropped to his knees, grin intact.

"Forgetting troubles me no longer... yet fear lingers that none will recall me. Still, allow me to leave you a token of remembrance."

A faint ember extracted from his essence.

He regarded Damon for the final instance. Crimson trailed his hands as he extended them, and the minuscule ember darted into Damon's torso.

"Recall me, Damon... recall a humble darkness god like me once walked... recall me."

These marked the last utterances of Lazarak, God of Darkness, Peace, Serenity, and Repose.

The end of his torment.

[You have slain Lazarak, God of Darkness]

[You have gained Lazarak’s Divine Spark]

[Quest: Nightmare of Lazarak]

[Completed]

[The Unknown God watches]