My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 904 - 905: Book Holding Infinity

Going there wasn't exactly ideal for Damon, yet staying put wasn't much of an option either. The prizes didn't excite him much, but a trip to the demon continent was inevitable regardless.

Moreover, Damon had objectives waiting on the demon continent, including tracking down any signs of Mugu the Wicked Prophet and gathering details about the Pillar of Conflict.

Meanwhile, Damon had been occupied delving into the Tomb of Lesser Gods. His shadow drones were progressing through the tomb, battling and defeating creatures along the path, yet they'd hit a dead end.

A massive door adorned with countless runes stood unyielding, impossible to breach without the proper keys. Indeed, keys were required. This particular door featured three keyholes.

One slot awaited the Key of Lazarak, already in possession of Damon and Lilith, while the other two keys remained elusive.

Damon sensed that hints might surface in Lysithara, or perhaps on the demon continent itself.

Venturing to Lysithara carried great peril, which he preferred to avoid, leaving the demon continent as his only viable choice.

For days, Damon had been meticulously arranging his array of aces, all the essentials for enduring the journey.

Surprisingly, his most reliable asset wasn't the trinket obtained from the priest. Instead, it proved to be the Book of Shadows.

The Book of Shadows served as the system's twisted prize for slaying Lazarak and fulfilling the mission.

To date, Damon hadn't advanced a level, since his progression demand read:

[Bloody Mary 0/1]

True to form, the condition was precise, though Damon remained clueless about Bloody Mary's nature. Nevertheless, the system invariably presented challenges he could uncover or stumble upon, ensuring he'd cross paths with whatever or whoever Bloody Mary entailed.

Damon's storage brimmed with supplies. It included everything: healing elixirs, provisions, teleportation parchments, protective wards. He even acquired several shielding relics, yet security still eluded him.

Thus, he retrieved the item that truly reassured him.

A dark tome, seemingly forged entirely from shadows, lay before him. Gentle wisps of obscurity drifted from its sheets as Damon clutched it close.

This served as his ultimate safeguard.

[Book of Shadows]

Type: Transcendent

[Description]

Every little thing about this new world filled him with wonder. He beheld colors no mind had ever shaped, felt sensations that once had no name, and breathed an air thick with quiet, ambient power.

This life was a blessing, even though the flesh he wore was a grievance against the heavens themselves. And so he recorded all that drew his gaze. In time, his writing no longer followed creation, it kept pace with it. He wrote of all that was, all that would be, and in doing so, his tome came to hold infinity.

All who gaze into the abyss of knowledge must remember:

the abyss will always gaze back.

What was once merely the journal of a child would one day be known across the omniverse,

not as a diary,

but as the Tome of the Unknown God.

[Effect]

Unknown captured a wandering shadow and folded it upon infinity, creating this wondrous tome.

No book compares to that original tome. Yet this volume remains noteworthy. Though it does not contain infinite knowledge within its pages, it instead stores infinity itself. Whatever creature’s shadow is cast upon the book shall be sealed within, bound forever among its pages. Be wary, its power is only limited by its user.

Damon had experimented with the book's capabilities. Upon opening, it appeared as nothing more than a volume of pure shadows—nothing else. Shadows filled its interior alone.

During his trials, he coaxed a bird to soar above the book, and as its shadow fell across the pages, both the bird and its silhouette vanished into the tome. There, on a single page, the bird materialized in vivid detail, complete with its title and traits inscribed below.

He repeated the process with lifeless items, discovering that any object possessing a shadow could be ensnared, provided that shadow made contact with the book's exposed leaves.

That being said, a minor complication arose.

Should the target prove overwhelmingly powerful, it might break free from the book's confines.

Yet Damon devised a countermeasure.

"If I snag something and immediately hurl the book into my shadow storage, it slips beyond my direct command, so the book simply imprisons them indefinitely."

He stroked his chin while eyeing the tome.

The book shared a mysterious link with his shadow storage. This made it Damon's secret weapon. A mere brush of the book against an enemy's shadow would trap them eternally.

Regarding its lore, Damon had grown accustomed to such enigmatic tales. He pondered the nature of the shadow the Unknown God had ensnared and woven into eternity to birth this artifact, or whether the book possessed any spark of life.

All he understood was that it stemmed from ending his companion's existence.

Damon embraced its use without qualms, viewing it as Lazarak's lingering aid from beyond, a perpetual tribute to his memory.

With that resolve in mind, he cast a look at the priest's ornament. Its identity escaped him, and appraising it risked his very being, but Damon perceived it as a single-activation relic.

By invoking the Unknown God's name and reciting praises, it would whisk him to a designated spot.

Not particularly useful, since intuition told him that spot lay within the demon continent.

"Essentially, it's pointless for me, yet valuable enough that discarding it feels wrong."

Damon drew in a steadying breath and swung the door wide. The corridors stretched endlessly. After all, this was the sprawling domain of the Brightwater family.

He descended to the courtyard below, where a cadre of battle-scarred warriors and sorcerers stood ready. Potent energies radiated from each one.

Arrayed behind them were ranks of plated soldiers and spellcasters. The Grand Duke lounged upon a seat in a shaded gazebo, sunlight streaming harmlessly overhead.

A grin spread across his face upon spotting Damon.

Damon pressed his lips together tightly.

They were truly dispatching him to the demon continent.

"Damn higher ups."

"Figures," Damon sighed. "When in doubt, throw me at the demon continent."