My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 958 - 959: Slander

He had nearly cleared up the whole mix-up when the goblins' murmurs in their own language reached his ears.

"That demonkin is fierce... imagine having more than one demon woman."

"I want to say he’s crazy, but looking at him... he has the makings of a true demon lord."

"Have you seen the size of his horns? No wonder..."

"Crazy. Even I wouldn’t dare that. The last chief had two goblin wives and he died."

"No wonder demonkin rule this continent. They’re too fierce."

Damon gradually shut his mouth.

The reverence in their tones shone through clearly.

Should he refute it at this point...

His imposing presence would shatter.

His standing would tumble right from the start.

Yet Damon possessed far too much pride for such a thing.

In the end...

He embodied the Dominator.

Someday he could very well command this whole continent.

"...Oh, those?" Damon replied nonchalantly.

He slung an arm around Renata’s waist.

"They’re nothing special. Just some of my women."

He gestured dismissively with his hand.

"I didn’t feel like bringing them all."

The goblins' eyes grew wide.

Their thoughts nearly burst apart.

In their view, possessing numerous women signaled strength, ferocity, and command.

Renata subtly pinched Damon from behind for seizing her rear.

Damon remained utterly unmoved.

The sun sank further in the sky, bathing him in golden rays.

His massive demon horns shone brightly.

A breeze rustled his cloak while he stood composed, resembling a triumphant warlord entirely.

The goblins gazed in wonder.

Without realizing it, Damon flawlessly performed a Sun-Kissed Technique.

And right then, to the goblins of the Horn Tribe...

He appeared precisely like an impending demon lord.

A familiar sound chimed within Damon’s mind.

[Aura Farming Lv.5]

The system appeared delighted itself.

His Aura Farming had risen by a complete level.

In that instant, the Dominator launched his comeback to the Demon Continent.

Upon first arriving on this soil, he owned nothing but the garb on his body... and four stunning beauties accompanying him.

Presently?

He had already secured a modest band of goblin warriors.

Damon sensed his chest fill with thrill. His demonic power surged inside him, impatient and ready for the challenges ahead.

With the sun remaining elevated, the party set off toward Trace.

Damon stayed discreet during their march.

His features were well-recognized.

Fortunately, he had wisely altered his hair to white prior to departure. Recognition here would stir up issues rapidly.

After all...

He counted among the champions of the Goddess Races.

"So," Damon remarked offhandedly as they entered a broad meadow where the path faded into weeds. "What’s your aim in Trace?"

Gabo grinned.

The youthful goblin propped his sword on his shoulder.

"The Goddess Races have launched yet another assault," he explained.

"Like they always do."

He shrugged.

"They’re weak losers though. Their invasions never go far. They always fail at the Black Mountains."

Damon knew of them.

The Black Mountains held notoriety.

An enormous range of peaks extending hundreds of kilometers across.

It served as a natural bastion.

For the Goddess Race tacticians, it turned into a source of dread.

Penetrating those peaks in battle proved almost unattainable.

They had once tried blasting a section with vast magic. It yielded merely one slim corridor.

The demons swiftly reinforced it.

Now the corridor bristled with old seals, huge strongholds, and a vast web of passages under the peaks.

An ideal barrier of terror.

’If we ever pierced that range...’ Damon pondered silently. ’The demons would lie utterly vulnerable.’

Gabo kept speaking.

"The Snake Temple has announced a contest," he shared with enthusiasm. "They’re choosing champions from the demon races."

"Anyone can enter."

"The prizes are astounding. Ancient relics and—"

He abruptly halted.

Then he bent toward Damon and murmured.

"Reportedly... there’s going to be a piece of the Great Demon Lord of Domination."

Damon’s pulse quickened.

A piece...

Of Ashcroft.

"What?" Damon inquired cautiously. "Isn’t that risky?"

Gabo affirmed.

"Of course it is. Lately the Snake Temple has been gathering stray pieces across the globe."

"They’re assembling them in one spot."

He lifted his hand and started tallying.

"Thus far they’ve reclaimed both of the Great Demon Lord’s wings... and numerous of his ribs."

"Whoever triumphs in the contest claims them."

Gabo chuckled and set his hands on his hips.

"Even should you fail to absorb them, they can function as enchanted items. The energy within can bolster bloodlines and boost might."

Damon’s gaze sharpened.

Ashcroft’s pieces.

Wings.

Ribs.

If those had surfaced already...

Then the spine likely lurked close by too.

Absorbing every one of them...

Would grant him further segments of the Domination Attribute.

His power could surge up a whole tier by force.

’I still haven’t determined my Domain,’ Damon reflected steadily.

’But so what?’

’If I can’t craft my own... I’ll simply seize Ashcroft’s.’

A subtle grin formed on his face.

After all...

He was a Usurper.

His eyes gleamed with avarice.

Now heading to Trace became essential.

Who could have guessed the Demon Continent concealed such a gem?

He nearly wanted to express gratitude.

He craved strength.

Urgently.

Particularly for the trials approaching.

Gabo abruptly knelt and brushed the meadow grass while musing.

"I also caught wind of a tale," he mentioned.

"That Amon is truly Ashcroft reborn."

Damon blinked.

Gabo went on breezily.

"They claim all these pieces are being collected so Amon can take them in and battle that vile champion from the Goddess Races."

Damon cocked his head.

"Hm. Vile champion? Who’s that?"

Gabo’s face soured immediately.

His teeth ground together.

"Who else could it be?" he snarled.

"That shameless, dishonorable, cowardly scum..."

"Damon Grey."

Damon stiffened.

His fingers quivered faintly.

Wh—

Who across the Demon Continent had maligned him so?

"Oh," Damon uttered deliberately, steadying his tone.

"I see."

"Damon Grey..."

He eyed Gabo.

"Tell me more."

Gabo flexed his knuckles.

"Oh, I have plenty to vent about that wretch."