My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 914 - 915: Tell Me About The Man

When Damon uttered those words, a heavy silence descended, as though the very Evil Forest had been frozen by their weight.

"Bellum. The ninth pillar." Damon offered no further explanation.

A brief hush followed, everyone absorbing the revelation.

"The ninth pillar," Amadeus echoed, his interest piqued.

"Indeed, the ninth. I once caught a snippet from an outsider, the Blind Old Daoist, mentioning it. Just the ninth—that's all that reached my ears."

"What exactly is this pillar? And yes, it must be why entities from higher realms descend to our world."

Damon sensed the probing stare fixed upon him.

"The Pillar of Conflict represents the ultimate essence of strife itself. This pillar was placed under the care of the goddess of doom. She forged this entire realm solely to safeguard it, which, upon reflection, suggests we hold little significance in her eyes."

"A core principle of conflict," Amadeus murmured thoughtfully.

"Share more," he urged, while Seras struggled to process the flood of information.

The expedition team's members had smartly retreated. They knew better than to eavesdrop on such matters. Ignorance often proved the safer path.

Honoring their choice, Renata gestured, summoning a barrier of zero attribute that sealed away all noise.

Amadeus brimmed with anticipation. The insights gained this day surpassed his wildest expectations.

"Reveal it all. Tell me everything," he pressed Damon with fervor, like a curtain parting to unveil hidden truths.

"What will you provide in return?"

Amadeus hesitated, then produced a container.

"This magical box is a one-time artifact I acquired from a world dungeon. Based on my findings, it can manifest a single desired item, nothing more. Its worth is immeasurable, regardless of your awareness."

Damon eyed the box, unable to assess its nature.

"Hmph. You're asking me to take a risk," he replied uncertainly.

"I'll claim your staff, and henceforth, you must answer my queries with complete honesty. Moreover, you vow no harm to me or anyone I name."

"Is that our agreement?" Damon inquired steadily.

Amadeus looked toward his staff, his prized possession.

"The staff remains mine, but the rest I accept."

Damon extended his hand.

"Agreed."

"So, what details do you possess about the pillar?" Amadeus inquired with keen eagerness.

Damon folded his arms deliberately.

"You mean the pillars. From my understanding, there are twelve, each forming the bedrock of existence. They include..."

"The Pillar of Beginning, Genesis, source of all creation, even the primordial gods. Don't bother inquiring about the primordial gods—I have no clue what they are," he interrupted Amadeus preemptively.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat.

"Out of existence sprang the Pillar of Reality, Aeternis, which hardened the structure of the universe. With reality set, the Pillar of Time, Chronis, arose, enabling the stream of past, present, and future. Time's arrival sparked the Pillar of the Soul, Anima, as life stirred and spread. Souls in turn gave rise to the Pillar of Emotion, Empyros, bearing passion, determination, and the sparks of transformation. Emotions fueled the hunger for insight, birthing the Pillar of Knowledge, Noesis."

Seras observed his discourse, captivated by his depth of wisdom. She'd long dismissed him as mad, yet this scholarly facet now drew her in subtly.

"But knowledge sparks discord, from which the Pillar of Chaos, Pandemion, erupted—the essence of endless turmoil. Chaos demanded balance, so the Pillar of Order, Kosmos, appeared to impose harmony and rules. The friction between order and chaos forged the Pillar of Conflict, Bellum, the catalyst for progress, battles, and advancement."

He halted briefly, then continued, "That's the pillar guarded by the goddess, the one embedded in this realm. It ensures our world knows no peace, trapping us all in its frenzy and essence. Endless strife."

After sipping his beverage, he cleared his throat again and pressed on, drawing from the Unnoticed Singularity's teachings on the pillars.

"Conflict led to the Pillar of Ascension, Apotheon, symbolizing the drive to elevate, overcome, and shatter boundaries. Yet even the mightiest must fade to oblivion, birthing the Pillar of Void, Nihilos. The void itself demands an end, paving the way for rebirth, thus the Pillar of End, Nemesis, arose to seal every loop."

He fell silent, noting the lich's jaw drop in awe at the deluge of lore.

Damon held back further revelations, such as the divine war or the Unknown God’s scheme to claim the pillars across the omniverse.

His motive for disclosing such grand secrets was clear: to gain something, one must offer equally. A lesson from his orphaned days on the streets. That's why he'd scattered these tantalizing hints for the lich. He recognized that one who chose undeath wouldn't spurn fresh enlightenment.

He shot a look at the lich.

"My turn now."

Damon's gaze sharpened with intense resolve.

"Speak. Reveal all you know of the figure called Mugu, the Wicked Prophet."

Renata hesitated. Naturally, this was Damon's true aim—to uncover every scrap about Mugu.

Amadeus paused.

"My knowledge is limited. At least, nothing you'd find particularly helpful. Still, I'll share what I possess."