My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger - Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 380: Dominion
Another name for shades was shadows. These entities, by their very nature, were nothing more than wandering remnants, echoes steeped in resentment—hatred birthed from the lives they once lived and the pain they carried into death.

Damon merely took a chance. It was a small gamble.

Their situation had become dire. The broken, claustrophobic wreckage of collapsed buildings left little room for brute force—too much power could bring the whole place crashing down on them. They needed precision. Not destruction.

The shades hated them. Not just hated—resented. Their twisted souls envied the living, cursed them with every claw and whisper. They wanted them dead.

That was why Damon used the skill.

[Skill: Shadow Control]

[Description:]

“The lost abound, hunger in their souls as they steal shadows, replacing their stolen forms with the essence of those they take. Those whose shadows vanish become like them—lost, wandering, forever chasing what was stolen. In their absence, the shadows once lost now bend to your will, shaped by desire, lingering and intangible, as though they were never meant to be seen.”

[Effect:]

The user can control intangible shadows—those not bound to physical form—manipulating them with will and essence. Masterless shadows now bend to your command, a force under your control.

[Type:]

Active

[Cooldown:]

10 seconds

He glanced at the shade he had just commanded. Its clawed hand froze mid-swing, inches from Sylvia’s legs.

The others turned toward him, their hollow gazes suddenly aware.

And then—they screamed.

A frenzy erupted. Dozens of shades surged toward Damon like a tide of vengeance.

He launched himself across the corridor, feet tapping from one shattered wall to the next. His fingers twitched to activate the skill again, but—

‘Crap… I forgot. Ten seconds cooldown…’

Right. Ten seconds. The cooldown wasn’t an issue when dealing with inanimate shadows—those were effortless, like breathing—but these things were different.

They had intent, resistance. Weak, but it was still there. They had little intelligence; however, they were still born of strong emotions, emotions that even death could not erase.

Still, the first shade remained under his will, and he could feel it—its submission.

Like a faint tether anchored to his soul.

‘Deal with them…’ he commanded silently.

The shade moved.

It leapt into the mob of its brethren and was torn apart in seconds, shredded into formless wisps.

Damon felt the moment it was erased; it met oblivion. He could sense what little desire remained of its hollow will.

Losing a shade did not recover the shadow energy he had expended; that energy was lost for good, along with the shade under his control.

Sylvia released a barrage of white moon light—arrows like streaks of divine fury that barely held them back.

“What is going on? They’re getting more aggressive—!”

Damon grit his teeth. Nine seconds… ten.

He didn’t hesitate. He expanded his shadow perception outward like a pulse, flooding the terrain with awareness. Every shape. Every flicker. Every phantom limb hidden behind walls and ceilings—he saw it all.

Underground… deep. Shadows in the walls. In the ceilings. Countless… horrid… waiting.

His eyes widened.

‘Two kilometers? Wait… this is further—’

His range had grown. His perception had expanded beyond its old limit.

He didn’t have time to be amazed.

It was obvious. Every time he absorbed mana cores, his shadow deepened—richer, denser. This wasn’t about quantity—it was quality.

That’s what class advancement did. That’s why a first class could decimate dozens who hadn’t advanced.

Same for a second class versus a first.

The gap only grew wider with increasing rank and class; the chasm would only widen.

The thoughts flashed through his mind like sparks in a storm.

Still… he hesitated.

Shadow Control had its limits. He had once moved a tide of inanimate shadows—but this… these were souls, beings of twisted intent.

Could he handle this many?

If he failed—if he lost control—he wouldn’t just run out of energy. He would become one of them. A ravenous, uncontrollable thing driven by hunger and madness.

He might gain an army. That was the upside.

But he’d become the predator.

The corridor around them, fractured and misaligned like a cracked bone, would become their grave if he kept thinking.

Above them—shades crawling.

Below—black water hiding monsters.

As if summoned by the cruel hand of fate, the abomination beneath them continued shooting jets of pressurized water straight up, like a serpent trying to swat flies.

Xander roared, placing himself in its path, his armor splintering but holding.

Leona and Matia retaliated—ice and lightning, barely flickering under their low mana.

Sylvia and Evangeline fought back-to-back with him, their radiant flashes burning back the dark.

Damon spun past a shade—grabbed it with his hand.

It should have been intangible. Yet somehow he could touch it. Only with his bare hands, though.

“Since when did I start to hesitate…” he muttered, eyes narrowing.

“I’ll deal with it.”

He raised his hand.

“Obey me.”

His shadow energy bled from him like a wound torn open.

He felt the hunger rise.

Not metaphorical hunger. Primal.

His stomach growled as his vision dimmed. Colors drained from the world—reds, greens, blues—all bled out until only black and white remained.

Monochrome.

He saw the glow inside Sylvia and Evangeline.

It wasn’t light. It was taste.

He wanted to devour them.

“No…” he gasped, and sacrificed a thousand mana points—permanently—to his shadow.

It wasn’t enough.

He poured more.

And more.

And more.

His mana bled away like a severed artery.

Finally, the drain began to slow.

Mana [789 / 890]

He staggered.

‘I didn’t even try to take all of them… just the ones near me…’

His head throbbed like it was being crushed between anvils, reformed, then crushed again.

Damon lifted his gaze—cold, empty.

But he understood now.

This was the true power of Shadow Control.

It wasn’t just manipulation.

It was dominion.

He looked down at the water… at the beast stirring… and then at Xander, bloodied and floating, shielding them all.

He made a single command.

“Kill it.”

And the shades moved.

A black cloud of death, their forms carrying Damon’s murderous intent—hungry shadows unleashed upon a monster of flesh and rage.