My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger-Chapter 313 - 314: House Hunting In The Apocalypse
The city was bleak—its ruined beauty stubbornly endured even amidst the desolation.
A once-great civilization, now reduced to broken architecture and despair.
Shattered spires pierced the sky like jagged bones, their splintered remains stretching upward toward a heavens ripped open by a massive black tear that floated ominously, casting an endless shadow across everything below.
The buildings, twisted and crumbling, leaned like corpses refusing to fall. Abominations crawled through the streets—misshapen horrors of varying sizes, some barely human, others the stuff of nightmares.
Far in the distance, colossal creatures moved without concern, their sheer size rendering all lesser beings beneath them insignificant.
Winged monstrosities soared overhead, occasionally diving to snatch prey from the ground before disappearing into the high towers where they nested.
And among the ruins, mechanical constructs—ancient and hulking—stood as rusted sentinels of a bygone age, humming faintly, speaking to the silence in voices of static and ancient code.
And yet, towering above it all, dominating the desolate skyline, stood a massive crystalline spire.
Its base vanished into the earth, its peak stretching so far upward it seemed to pierce the sky itself. Cracks webbed across its surface, glowing faintly like old scars. It was distant—so very distant—yet its sheer size made it feel oppressively near.
Damon took a deep breath, letting the thick air fill his lungs as he gazed at the ruined landscape bathed in grey daylight.
"Take it in, guys," he said with a small smile.
"You're standing in the heart of greatness… this was once the place where all legends were forged."
"I'd rather be anywhere else right now…" Evangeline muttered, crossing her arms, clearly unimpressed by Damon's attempt to romanticize the ruin.
Her eyes scanned the looming city with a quiet unease.
How could she not be worried? They were stranded in a place infested with monsters, forced to navigate a dead city in search of a functioning waypoint—or worse, cross all the way to the opposite side of the ruins.
Sylvia folded her arms under her cloak, her expression calm but sharp.
"A waypoint in this mess won't be easy to find," she murmured.
"But Lysithara was built with many. If any still work, the safest bet is to head toward the old gate on the other side."
Xander exhaled and dropped onto a broken statue base, running a hand through his hair.
"Assuming we survive long enough to get there…"
Matia turned toward Damon, her expression stern.
"What's the plan?"
Damon coughed, glancing around as if he could improvise one from the shattered cityscape alone.
"The plan? Of course…"
Leona raised a brow, her greatsword resting lazily on her shoulder.
"You don't have a plan, do you? You didn't even think we'd make it this far."
"Pfft… don't be ridiculous, Leona. You're always jumping to conclusions," Damon shot back with a grin. "I have a plan."
Evangeline narrowed her eyes.
"Then let's hear it."
Damon's grip tightened slightly on the cursed sword slung across his back—the one he'd earned after slaying the Mist Knight.
Devouring the creature had granted him a fragment of its skill. Swordsmanship Lv2. That alone gave him a little more confidence than he probably deserved.
He grinned.
"First, we secure shelter. Something defensible. Then we map out the immediate region, locate a waypoint, and teleport out of here. Flawless plan, if I do say so myself."
Sylvia chuckled, shaking her head.
"I can already see the many, many ways we die horribly."
Damon waved a hand.
"Don't be so grim. Death might be the better fate here."
Leona stared up at the sky, the shadow of the black rift drifting lazily in the distance.
She smiled.
"We actually did it. We made it to Lysithara. Honestly, this feels like a dream… maybe it is a dream. Someone punch me."
Bang.
Before she could even finish her sentence, Damon's fist connected squarely with her jaw. The smack echoed briefly in the open square.
Everyone stared at him, stunned.
He shrugged.
"What? She asked for it."
Xander looked at him in open disgust.
"What kind of man punches a woman?"
Damon chuckled.
"The kind that respects her wishes."
Leona groaned and rubbed her face, standing back up with a crooked smile.
"Huh. I'm not dreaming… was hoping this was just a bad nightmare. But I guess it's real."
Damon looked over at Evangeline, his smirk softening into something more sincere.
"I think the poor thing's delusional. Thought she could escape without us, didn't she?"
Evangeline sighed, brushing a lock of hair from her face.
"I know we're all feeling good about surviving, but we need to move. This place… gives me the creeps."
Xander leaned on his spear, scanning the distance with narrowed eyes.
"Which part, exactly? This whole place feels like Damon's twisted imagination come to life."
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Damon's grin widened.
"If I made this, I'd have trapped you here alone."
Sylvia exhaled and adjusted the strap on her bag.
"Let's just go. I'm not eager to stay out here in the open…"
Damon nodded, gazing out over the vast ruins. Despite the destruction, many structures remained surprisingly intact. The houses, though weathered, still stood—some even looked livable.
"Did I ever tell you guys I dreamed of living in a mansion?" he asked, voice laced with a strange sort of longing.
Evangeline glanced at him calmly.
"No… not that I remember."
He lifted the cursed sword he'd claimed from the Mist Knight, its dark edge still humming with residual energy.
"Well, I did. One of the perks of living on the street is seeing and hating those who live in beautiful houses…"
Leona looked at him, one brow raised.
"That's sad—and kinda dark… no wonder you turned out so edgy."
She smashed her gauntlet-covered fist together, sparks of lightning dancing between her knuckles.
"Let's go get you a mansion, then."
Her teasing tone reached him loud and clear. Damon couldn't help but remember how she'd forced her way into his life—insisting on being his friend even when he wanted nothing to do with anyone.
And now here she was, seriously ready to risk her life to fulfill some childish dream of his. Honestly, even a run-down house would've been enough… just a place to rest.
Sylvia gave a soft smile.
"Let's get one with a shower… ehm—not because I stink or anything. I just prefer a shower."
Evangeline nodded with a trace of warmth. "I concur."
Matia raised her hand, eyes gleaming.
"I want a fireplace. This city looks like it'd get cold at night."
Damon smiled and turned toward Xander, who had been unusually quiet. The young man sighed, slinging his spear over his shoulder.
"If there's a powerful monster in there and we die… I'll haunt you guys. It better have a courtyard for training."
The others chuckled lightly. Damon, now clad in the battered armor of Pale Crown, lifted the cursed sword high, its cracked edge reflecting the bleak daylight.
"Alright, let's go house hunting… in a post-apocalyptic city crawling with monsters way out of our league—"
"And rot," Sylvia added, brushing dust from her light armor.
