My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 1294: Chapter 1295: The Dragon In The Book

To Ric, it was unfair that he was being given up, but to Damon, he was merely returning him to where he belonged.

In life, we all have choices. More often than not, those choices are made for us. The moment we are born, our names, race, creed, religion, and social status are decided for us, and we spend our whole lives defending them as part of who we are, even though we never chose them.

It was almost laughable how much misery and pain could be caused by a choice we never made.

Damon still had a few hours, so he decided he was going to do one last thing. He needed one powerful ally, and after years of waiting, he was ready to use him.

He began walking towards the outskirts of the camp.

When he reached the outskirts, he stopped and looked around. It was quiet here.

Then Damon began drawing runes on the ground. Now that he had reached the Seventh Class, he was quite powerful. All his skills had reached a greater level of power, and Damon could feel a faint connection to a world beyond.

"That’s probably because the barrier has been broken."

It was almost laughable, wasn’t it? The barrier the Goddess had placed on the world to keep them all here had been broken so easily by the Unknown God, and that was on top of the fact that both their powers were restricted to the limits of the world.

When Damon looked at the bleak sky, he couldn’t help but sigh. There was a level of power so great that it made expressing hatred difficult. Or perhaps Damon saw these gods the same way people saw natural disasters. You couldn’t simply humanize them, and since they weren’t human, hating them was difficult.

One could not hate the flood that washed away their village because it was merely a natural disaster. One could not hate the flames that burned down their house, only the person who caused the flames.

Damon now understood why people needed someone to blame or even blamed themselves.

It was difficult to hate the gods because they seemed so far removed from this world.

He continued drawing the runes, but at the rate he was going, he would not finish in time.

"Do you need any help?" Lilith asked, standing there with Renata, who was sulking at him.

She was probably angry about him giving Ric back to his parents.

He walked up to her, then wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Come on, Renata. You know it’s the right thing to do. We can’t keep him forever. Ric would be happier."

She lowered her head, looking away from him, so Damon placed a hand on her face and lifted her gaze to meet his.

"If you feel that strongly about it, we can always have another child."

Renata’s eyes flashed, then she smiled.

"Assuming we live that long... And since when were you so open to settling down? The way I see it, you’d want to go beyond, to where the gods live, and fight them."

Damon smiled. That would be easy in pursuit of more power, but Damon couldn’t imagine leaving those he loved behind.

"I do want more power. More than ever, I want to stand on the same level as these gods. I want to be able to hurt them. I want to be able to hate them, but there are things I want to protect and people I want to love."

"I always wondered what Valarie meant when she told me to create something beautiful. I still don’t have a clear answer, but I’m sure nothing could be more beautiful than this."

"That’s real mature of you," Lilith said while squatting down and looking at the runes. She had already begun drawing some new ones.

Renata smiled, then shook her head.

"I didn’t fall for the wrong man, that’s for sure."

"I like that you didn’t turn out to be the domineering Demon King I imagined. I like the sly and unserious Damon. He feels happy."

Damon scratched his head with a small smile until she added, "Don’t even take that as an excuse to do weird things. I know you would."

"Why does this feel like you don’t like me as much as you say?" he grumbled.

Then he began explaining the type of runes he wanted. Since there were three of them, it took them about an hour to set everything up. Once they were done, Damon began tossing weapons onto the ground at the center of the runes until he had scattered hundreds of swords and other weapons.

"Good. This should do."

"Are you planning to use this trap for something?"

"No, I’m not. I’m planning to release something."

Then he walked towards the center of the runes. His mastery of rune craft was great by mortal standards, but the Unknown God had reached a level incomprehensible to him. Even Sylvia had reached a greater realm of mastery. However, for what he wanted to do, this was enough.

There was a magic at work here that was more powerful than any attribute, and that magic was hope.

This was all that fueled Damon. It was the magic of hope. He hoped for the future. He hoped for tomorrow. It wasn’t much, but this was the one thing that held him together. It was why he didn’t give up. Maybe it was foolish to hope, but Damon wanted to hope because he still had people to fight for.

He had a daughter he wanted to save, a sister he wanted to protect, a child on the way, and so much more.

There was a faint smile on his face. Once, all he had was his sister. Now, he had a long list of people he couldn’t do without.

Then he took out a book. It was pitch-black and seemed to be made of shadows. Slowly, he opened its pages. On one of them was a terrifying drawing of a dragon