My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 894 - 895: L.A.Z.A.R.A.K

Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics

The building displayed this title.

It operated as a massive guild. Though established just three months prior, it received substantial funding and backing from influential families.

Among the leading supporters stood the Brightwater family and the Astranova family.

Whispers circulated that these two clans engaged in fierce rivalry to outdo each other.

Thus, this structure emerged. It occupied premium land, spanning miles with its core situated in the capital, Valerion.

The creators of this group were, without doubt, the renowned Count Damon Grey.

Indeed, the complete title must be employed.

And naturally, the daughter of House Astranova.

Outwardly, it served as a hub for alchemical studies and potion creation, along with medicines, plus an expansive military-industrial setup.

So, how did this fresh entity arise so effortlessly?

The response proved straightforward: groundbreaking advancements unseen in today's era.

They arrived precisely when needed, as the world—not merely the Valtheron Empire—shifted into a war-driven economy.

Therefore, this group—

Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics

—stood poised to rake in enormous earnings. Backed by their clout, it was merely a question of time until they dominated the sector's titans.

Inside an elegant office in the structure, a youthful man lounged with a grim look, sweat trickling down his forehead. He darted glances around nervously.

A lady reclined on a lavish couch, savoring her tea near his polished desk.

"Could you stop that..." she shot him a flat stare.

Her flowing red locks shimmered, while her vivid green eyes caught the hue of the crimson brew she sipped.

Damon drew in a sharp breath, clenching his jaw.

"Simple for you to claim... you didn't awaken to a dragon in your chamber. How—how did it manage— I deactivated Deathless using Dethrone. I sensed that quiet month would spell my doom..."

Lilith rubbed her forehead with a weary exhale.

"It wasn't a dragon, just a drake. And... it was merely at Third Class level. You dispatched it without trouble."

Damon pounded his fist on the desk.

"Then tell me how a blasted drake appeared in my quarters. My residence is fortified. I even had Grandfather dispatch Jarvis for my guard. How—how does a ten-meter drake infiltrate my room?"

Lilith hesitated.

Hmm. That raised valid points. How could such a thing occur?

A feral beast couldn't simply slip into Valerion, and even if it somehow did, it wouldn't penetrate so deeply into the city undetected and unscathed. Even if it belonged to someone's summon or a battle-trained creature, gaining access to Damon's private space remained impossible.

She lifted her shoulders and shook her head.

"No idea. Perhaps it warped inside. After all, it possessed space attributes."

Damon folded his arms, staring at her with a ashen complexion.

"I—I figured as much. Deathless ensnared you as well. You're all plotting against me..."

She denied it with a head shake, fixing him with a stern gaze.

"Would you quit the paranoia for a second? Sheesh. Your ability isn't so perilous. I mean, the last three months passed mostly uneventfully. Plus, haven't you employed Dethrone to counter it?"

Damon agreed with a nod, easing up a bit.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm overthinking. But suppose— I mean, what if Dethrone fails to work at all? I understand Deathless. If a mere skill could halt it, I'd have perished long before now."

She set aside her teacup.

"Relax. You're breathing, right? And if you perish, you'd fulfill your desire..."

"Ptuiii."

Damon hawked onto the floor, disregarding the evidently costly woodwork.

"How dare you wish death on me."

Lilith rolled her eyes.

"At least it confirms the curse lingers."

She rose and approached him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then she murmured,

"For each trial you endure... I'll share a bath with you."

Damon froze briefly, his face turning grave.

"Deathless has been slacking. When will it attempt my end? I'm weary of the delay..."

He clasped Lilith's hand.

"What sort of bath do you mean? It had better not be one of those pointless bubble baths hiding everything in foam."

She rolled her eyes.

"Your choice."

He grinned wickedly.

"You're amazing."

She let out a light laugh, shaking her head.

"Setting aside your scheme to exploit me, we've achieved real breakthroughs."

Damon snatched a document from his desk and drew Lilith onto his knee.

"Indeed, we have. We've embedded ourselves vitally in the military-industrial network. You were wise to steer clear of direct rivalry; by avoiding weapon sales outright, we dodge foes."

He eyed the document then laid it aside.

"In their place, we provide essential components we design, vital for armament assembly, along with rune circuits and magic seals from Lysithara, plus exclusive rare forging techniques."

He rested his head against her shoulder.

"And the conflict grants us a stable market. Though rivals lurk in the potion sector, it's unavoidable."

Damon brushed her hair aside, inhaling the sweet gardenia aroma.

"Unavoidable. Victories and defeats balance out. That tiny leprechaun toils endlessly for us. Yet it's underwhelming; the Lysithara recipes yield fine potions, but they pale beside those from the System..."

Lilith nodded, leaning into him.

"True, it's inevitable. We can't rival the Unknown God's alchemical prowess..."

She rested her hand on his shoulder.

"To the expansion ahead for Logistics, Arcana, Zenith Applications & Research of Aetherus Kinetics... or simply Lazarak."

That served as the group's moniker.

Lazarak.

The title paid tribute to the God of Darkness, Lazarak. As the entity expanded, more would recognize the name.

His companion would endure in memory forever.

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