My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 317 - 318: Slow Acting Consequences

Knowing the monster they were about to face was in the same rank as them gave them some confidence… they could hardly think of a monster within the same rank they couldnʼt kill.

Even so, they had learned caution from their days in the Whispering Forest. Most monsters in death zones were not like typical monsters—they were eldritch.

Some rules might not even apply to them… one mistake could mean death.

Luckily, they had a seer in the group.

Sylvia had already gotten a map of the mansion and had determined there was only one monster.

Leona poked at the copy Sylvia had created using a magic quill they had gotten from the Beldamʼs Nest.

”Hey, if you can create a map of the mansion, why not the whole city…”

Sylvia sighed… ”Thanks, Leona, Iʼm glad I didnʼt think of that…”

Leona looked away. ”Youʼre being sarcastic, right…”

Sylvia rolled her eyes. ”Obviously… think I didnʼt try that? I canʼt pay the price for the map of the city…”

Damon looked at her. ”Whatʼs the price…”

Sylvia lowered her head a bit… ”Itʼs not a short-term price… just my ability to have children in the future. So basically, Iʼll be barren…”

Damon nodded. That was a horrible price for a map they could probably get from a city library or one of the abandoned shops.

Leona scratched her chin. ”Sorry… I asked.”

”Itʼs fine… if I donʼt ask something, itʼs probably because the price is too steep. Ever since the incident in the forest, this skill has changed. It now tells me some things for free and gives me the details of the price, rather than just taking… basically, I get a choice…”

Damon nodded. ”Didnʼt you get that before…”

She shook her head. ”No. Only a vague feeling…”

Evangeline sighed. ”Thatʼs enough… about that. Before we discuss how to kill whatever is in there… Damon, how has your arm been feeling…”

Damon shrugged. ”I only got stabbed by a cursed sword. No big deal… Iʼm only slowly losing feeling in my arm…”

Evangeline bit her lip. ”My purge skill didnʼt work…”

She had tried to heal him, her skill seemed to work. Sadly all it did was delay the spread of the curse.

The curse was tied to his soul, she didnʼt have the finess to reach it without obliterating his soul.

”No, it did. Itʼs not spreading to my body—just my arm. Thatʼs a success in my book… worst case, I lose an arm…”

Matia bit her lip, feeling her heart twist. ”Iʼm sorry…”

Damon looked at her, a bit confused.

”Why are you sorry…”

She pulled clenched her fist, a small chill spreading from her armor.

”Itʼs my fault. If I hadnʼt suggested for you to take the knightʼs sword, he wouldnʼt have stabbed you…”

Damon sighed, smacking Matia on the back.

”Itʼs my fault… I said donʼt be careless but was careless myself. An arm will teach me never to let my guard down even when I think the enemy is dead.”

Matia lowered her head. ”But still—”

”But nothing,” Damon cut her off. He glanced at Sylvia.

”Shall we… kill a worm…”

She nodded. ”Its body can phase out of our reality… its heart is stored in silk cocoons in its nest… so unless you destroy the body beyond repair, it wonʼt die… it can teleport, control space…”

Evangeline narrowed her eyes. ”Basically a space attribute fighter…”

Xander crossed his arms. ”So destroy the heart. Easy enough…”

Damon clenched his fist around the cursed sword… soon he might lose the use of his right arm. The journey here had cost him something after all… no potion could fix him—he had tried. There was also a possibility he could gain a mastery that gave him resistance to curses….but he hadnʼt gotten any notifications from the system.

ʼWell, no matter… Iʼll just have to adapt… when the time comes…ʼ

For now, he still had his arm… He walked up to the mansion gate…

He looked at the bars. The gate was slightly ajar… he held his sword, his party in formation. Slowly, they entered the mansion yard.

This place had once been elegant—now the land was surrounded by ruin. The grass was green, yet uncared for, having grown long and spreading onto the mansion pavement and walls.

The statues were covered in moss with faint, dying runes—most had long since lost their magic.

ʼLysithara seems to have a lot of magic runes… the runes are inscribed almost everywhere…ʼ

Which was a contrast from Valtheron of the present day. Having runes was luxurious. Runesmiths and artificers were highly regarded.

In fact, those who awakened the class related to runesmithing were well-regarded… even if it was a common class.

ʼA shame the knowledge of runes is hard to come by…ʼ