My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 953 - 954: Ahh A Siren

The small boats glided silently over the shadowy waves.

In their wake, the large vessel gradually pivoted from the coastline. Its canvas caught the breeze, embarking on a solitary voyage toward the vast ocean.

A somber mood enveloped the scene.

Yet, the crew members up top wore grins nonetheless.

It bordered on absurdity.

They had toiled on a clandestine operation, braved treacherous waters fraught with peril, only to meet death as their prize upon finishing.

Damon no longer harbored any rage over it.

He was beyond that.

Such was the harsh reality of existence.

The sirens' tune swelled as the boats advanced.

The harmonious strains flowed over the sea like velvet, soothing and alluring. Every tone tugged at thoughts, murmuring wordless temptations.

Damon positioned himself at the bow, a subtle grin playing on his lips.

Gusts pulled at his cloak while he gazed at the sharp crags in the distance.

He seemed composed.

Commanding.

As if the rising unease among his companions left him entirely unaffected.

At last, the figures came into sharp focus.

A cluster of stunning females perched on the boulders amid the surging tides against the bluffs.

Flowing pale robes clung to their forms as they chanted toward the breeze.

Damon squinted, attempting to discern their features.

Strangely, he failed.

A recollection struck him then.

Without glancing back, he uttered words.

"Remember this."

His tone resonated clearly over the waves.

"Sirens take the form of the women you lust after."

A few guys tensed up in their crafts.

"Keep your minds clear," Damon went on steadily. "The moment you make eye contact, they become the object of your affection. That’s how they entice you into the water."

Every fellow in the various vessels promptly raised salutes.

"Yes sir!"

The crafts kept moving ahead.

Then their pace slackened.

Damon cast a quick look over his shoulder.

The craft beneath him felt oddly hushed.

He alone was male aboard.

The others consisted of females.

Seras lingered by the rear, arms folded, her face inscrutable. Wendy perched next to a pile of equipment, inspecting her armaments. Renata subtly fiddled with a satchel on her waist, as Matia dangled her feet gently over the side, just above the surface.

Damon had released her from his shadow following the clash with the Eye of Morticai.

Nobody desired placement on this particular craft.

And not solely due to the allure of its female passengers.

They posed grave threats as well.

Seras led as the superior officer.

Many troops preferred battling beasts over enduring their leader's scrutiny on assignment.

And then Lana factored in.

The temple erudite's mere company unsettled the rest.

Ultimately, the lead craft ended up crewed solely by women.

Deliberately so.

Seras orchestrated it thus.

Sirens targeted males.

Females resisted their allure. They couldn't be lured or pulled under.

Regarding Damon...

Seras figured he would manage.

Observing his steady stance at the prow, her judgment held true.

Everyone fixed gazes on the sirens.

Their melody persisted as the crafts neared, sounds threading the breeze like unseen strands. Once the crafts breached the zone of their beguiling influence, the vibe shifted.

Damon stood as the sole male in the affected area.

He strove to uphold the poise of a veteran captain who had navigated oceans for years without a waver.

Crossing his arms, he inclined his head wisely.

"Ah yes, men. A siren."

He delivered the line with the air of vast expertise.

"Keep your hearts clear. Personally, I haven’t been loved by a beautiful woman since the day I was born. Stone cold, baby. My heart’s been stone cold."

Right as the phrase escaped him, a siren abruptly slid from her perch and plunged into the depths.

Seconds later, she surfaced mere yards from the craft.

Her look had transformed.

She now resembled a crimson-tressed lady with vivid green orbs and a provocatively voluptuous build. Droplets trailed her skin as she beamed at Damon.

Raising a palm, she gestured invitingly.

Renata's eyes widened.

"Wait... isn’t that Lilith Astranova?"

Damon’s chin hit the deck.

"Well damn it..."

Fury twisted his features.

"What the hell is this..." he grumbled icily.

"Your lustful thoughts," Seras shot back tonelessly.

Damon denied it at once, shaking his head.

"No, no, that’s not it." He pondered the siren with a scowl. "I ain’t never seen Lilith look like that. Clearly she’s been holding out on me."

From the playful smirk to those boldly assured curves, the likeness felt... eerily spot-on.

Renata eyed him steadily.

"That’s your takeaway from this?"

Damon paused, rubbing his nape.

"Erm... yeah. I mean Lilith never—"

His eyes wandered despite himself.

For an instant, they settled on Renata.

Precisely, her bosom.

Plop.

The siren near the craft rippled.

Damon pivoted his head gradually.

Indeed, the siren had morphed into Renata.

She sang melodiously, playfully toying with the minimal shells shielding her.

Renata gaped.

Crimson flushed her cheeks.

"What are you thinking about?!"

"Nothing!" Damon denied vehemently. "I swear she’s doing that on her own! I am of a pure mind!"

Doubt met his claim from all.

Yet another siren altered.

This one assumed the guise of a silver-maned elf bearing silver eyes and a boldly assured silhouette.

Seras shot him a look from aft.

"Keep it in your pants, okay."

Damon parted his lips for a fervent rebuttal.

Then a further siren shifted.

Into Seras.

Her initial act proved so brazenly flirtatious that Damon nearly gagged.

Tears nearly welled in him.

The remaining crafts eased back discreetly.

No warrior wished their private fancies exposed.

A soldier from a distant boat rose and honored Damon with profound admiration.

"He’s a brave one, that vice commander."

Damon figured the ordeal peaked in misery.

Then a siren transformed once more.

This instance, into Evangeline.

She folded her limbs and grinned slyly.

"I’ll let you touch my chest without anyone knowing," the siren teased. "I’ll pretend I didn’t notice... like every time you pick a fight with me."

Damon and Evangeline clashed endlessly.

Like kids.

Though they were no youths.

And occasionally Damon might have...

He sensed the shocked glares from everywhere.

"I swear it’s not like that!"

Matia stayed silent till then.

The shadowy sprite methodically doffed her helm and regarded him with a blank visage.

"I’m telling Eva."

Damon sensed his essence fleeing his form