My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger-Chapter 982 - 984: Tower Of Mysteries

The panel shifted immediately, images appearing before him.

Different towers.

Different structures.

Each one radiating a different kind of presence.

[Select your tower]

Damon paused.

His gaze sharpened.

Huh.

He didn’t remember his system having this kind of function.

No...

It didn’t.

’Is this because of Ashcroft.’

He had devoured Ashcroft.

Taken his power.

Taken domination.

Maybe... his system had taken something else along with it.

A feature.

A fragment.

Damon knew the system wouldn’t answer him.

So he turned his gaze slightly.

His shadow stirred.

He asked without speaking.

The shadow raised a hand and gave him a slow thumbs up.

Damon blinked once.

So he was right.

He turned back to the options and began scrolling through them, his expression calm but focused.

Each tower had its own effect.

Defensive.

Offensive.

Support.

Then one caught his attention.

The Tower of Mystery.

One hundred and ninety floors.

Nearly one thousand meters tall.

Damon’s eyes lingered on it for a moment before he made his choice.

This was the one.

He didn’t even question whether he had enough mana.

After everything he had done... everything he had devoured...

If he didn’t have enough now, then something was wrong.

He glanced at his status.

[Mana: 63,567 / 63,567]

Damon nodded once.

Of course.

He had more than enough.

He raised his hand slowly, lifting the key as his gaze tilted toward the sky.

"My minions," he said, his voice steady and carrying across the area, "behold the majesty of the one who shall one day rule the demon continent."

He didn’t even think about the words.

He just said what sounded right.

Then—

He released it.

Mana surged out of his body in a violent tide, flooding the air.

[-10000 Mana]

[-10000 Mana]

Damon’s expression didn’t change.

But inside—

His heart skipped.

That was fast.

Too fast.

His mana was draining at an alarming rate.

If it emptied completely—

It wouldn’t stop at mana.

It would take his life.

He felt it.

That thin line.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his breathing to remain steady.

His face stayed calm.

His posture unmoving.

If he showed weakness here...

If his aura broke...

Everything he had built would collapse in an instant.

His minions would see it.

They would know.

’It is better to die with aura than to live without.’

His eyes hardened.

He pushed more mana into it.

The air trembled.

A blinding white glow swallowed the space.

The ground shook.

The sky itself seemed to ripple.

Then—

The light faded.

And something stood there that hadn’t existed before.

A tower.

Massive.

It rose from the earth like it had always been there, a structure of glass and dark metal reflecting the sunlight in sharp, blinding flashes.

It stretched upward—

Higher—

Until its peak pierced into the clouds themselves.

The entire city fell silent.

Then—

Movement.

Demons poured out from all directions, staring.

The other demon heirs within their own towers stepped out, their expressions shifting as their eyes locked onto it.

Shock.

Disbelief.

The tower dwarfed everything.

The walls.

The structures.

Even the massive gates of the city looked small beside it.

And it wasn’t finished.

Runes began to carve themselves across the glass surface, glowing faintly as layers of protection formed.

A spell.

No—

A system.

Something vast and complex.

At the base, massive stone dragons coiled around the structure, their forms still yet imposing.

At the entrance stood towering griffins, their wings spread as if guarding the path within.

Damon lowered his hand slowly.

His legs trembled.

He couldn’t stop it.

His body felt hollow.

Empty.

He glanced inward.

Almost nothing left.

Barely thirty mana remained.

His face had gone pale, but he forced himself to move, stepping forward without hesitation.

"Inside," he ordered calmly.

His army moved immediately, filing into the tower.

Damon followed.

The moment he crossed the threshold, his eyes widened slightly.

Luxury.

Refinement.

The interior was vast and polished, far beyond what he expected.

For a brief moment, he just stood there, staring.

Then he exhaled slowly.

"I just put a target on my back, didn’t I."

He ran a hand through his hair, his mind already moving.

He needed information.

He needed backup.

He needed—

He glanced to the side.

Seras.

He needed to call her.

She would probably have a headache if he told her he was causing this kind of commotion.

Damon glanced up at the tower again.

It was excessive.

Even by his standards.

The structure was layered with intricate designs, polished surfaces, and a level of luxury that didn’t belong on a battlefield. The first floor alone stretched wide like a grand hall, its scale almost absurd.

His eyes moved upward.

Then he frowned slightly.

’How am I supposed to get to the top.’

Before he could think further, Renata lifted a hand and pointed ahead.

"Is that an elevator."

Damon followed her gaze.

There it was.

A sleek structure built into the wall, faint runes glowing across its surface.

He stared at it for a second, then let out a quiet breath.

Of course there was.

He shifted his gaze briefly, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he wondered what the other floors held, but he pushed the thought aside.

That could wait.

"For now..."

He turned slightly, his expression returning to calm.

"Gotrog, organize everyone and report back to me. I shall rest."

The balrog immediately bowed, flames flickering lower in what looked like reverence.

"Yes, my lord."

There was no hesitation.

No doubt.

If anything, the display earlier had only solidified his belief.

Damon turned and walked toward the elevator, Renata falling in step beside him while Wendy and Matia followed behind.

The doors slid open.

They stepped in.

Silence filled the space as it began to rise.

No one spoke.

The faint hum of magic carried them upward, the numbers shifting one after another.

Damon kept his hands in his pockets, his gaze forward, his expression unreadable.

Renata leaned lightly against the wall, watching him from the side.

Wendy stood quietly.

Matia’s eyes moved, observing everything.

Then—

The doors opened.

The final floor.

Floor 170.

They stepped out into a vast throne room.

It overlooked the entire city.

Glass walls stretched outward, giving a clear view of everything below. Light poured in, reflecting off polished surfaces. At the center, raised above several broad steps, stood a massive throne.

Damon didn’t pause.

He walked forward.

Each step echoed softly as he ascended.

Then he turned and sat.

The moment he did—

The system reacted.

A panel flashed.

Then another.

Then dozens.

Images flooded his vision.

Layouts.

Controls.

Views.

Every floor.

Every corridor.

Every individual inside the tower.

Damon lifted a hand slowly, rubbing his temple before lowering it, his other hand resting against his chin as he studied the information.

So this was control.

A tower.

A domain.

Renata moved without asking, sitting on the arm of his throne, her body leaning slightly against his.

"You really know how to cause trouble, don’t you," she said softly. "If we get caught, even a hundred lives won’t be enough."

Damon’s lips curved slightly.

"Don’t worry."

His tone was calm.

"No one’s going to know."

Renata didn’t even hesitate.

"They’re going to know."

Damon tilted his head just slightly, his eyes still on the floating panels.

"Who’s going to know."

Renata tapped the side of the throne lightly, then leaned closer, her voice lowering just a bit.

"The other demon heirs."

Her gaze shifted toward the city below.

"The moment you built this... you announced yourself."

She paused.

"Not quietly either."

Damon’s eyes flicked to one of the panels.

Multiple signatures.

Powerful ones, moving and watching.

His faint smile didn’t fade.

If anything—

It deepened slightly.

’This might be my opportunity to learn how to create a domain’