My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger - Chapter 793

Chapter 793: Chapter 794:Stillborn
“Wow. Just wow. You have quite an interesting life. Why die when you have not even gotten lucky.”

Lazarak asked with a small smile, swinging his tiny legs as he cradled his teacup with both hands.

Damon shrugged and took another sip of tea. He had already told Lazarak about his past escapades and the trouble they caused him. His expression remained calm, almost bored.

“That elf king Kadelas sounds like a real sourpuss.”

“Oh he is,” Damon replied without hesitation.

Still, what Kadelas Moonveil thought of him meant nothing. Damon leaned back slightly, relaxed.

“I am a man with nothing to my name and nothing to lose. He is a king with everything to lose.”

Lazarak frowned and set down his cup.

“I am not sure if that is optimism or nihilism.”

Damon tapped the rim of his cup and looked at the toddler god.

“It is both actually.”

Lazarak sighed, realizing how much time they had wasted on Damon’s chaotic love life.

“What do you, I mean we, intend to do about the Mother of Stillbirths.”

Damon leaned back again, grabbed a tamberry flavored cookie, and bit into it without concern. He chewed slowly as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

“Suppose we have to kill it, don’t we?”

He crossed his arms and gave Lazarak a look that clearly asked for details. Lazarak stared back with a face that said obviously and now I’ll try to explain how.

“Do not give me that look. I do not know either. You have not told me enough to draw a conclusion.” Damon complained.

Lazarak lifted his gaze toward the ceiling and sighed.

“You know I used magic to try to change the world order. So the goddess punished me and the world by restricting everyone to one magic type and removing true names.”

Damon frowned, raising his tea once more.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Another sigh from Lazarak, deep and dramatic.

“Oh nothing. I just wanted to reminisce about the past. While telling you the stillborn can use magic freely because they do not have attributes. But I do not expect a god hating shadow like you to listen to a god’s warnings.”

Damon clicked his tongue and set down his cup.

“Damn show off. Ruining all our lives is not a flex. That was your fault. What kind of magic were you even using to rebel.”

Lazarak lifted his tiny shoulders in a shrug.

“Cannot remember. It was so long ago and it does not matter anymore.”

Damon leaned back again.

“Would have been easier if you did not make a vow renouncing murder. You can solve most of your problems by killing them.”

Lazarak chuckled bitterly.

“It would be a sad sight to see so many problems die unsolved.”

He swung his small legs back and forth in a childlike rhythm.

“The trial of creation is based on the nature of the Mother of Stillbirths. You would be surrounded by whatever she can birth, and they would physically try to stop us from leaving.”

Damon lifted an eyebrow.

“How would they do that?”

Lazarak gave him a flat look.

“The usual way. Killing us, maiming us, all of that.”

“How original.” Damon scoffed.

“So it should not be hard. We just kill our way out.”

Lazarak raised a hand quickly to stop him from getting carried away.

“If only it were that easy. She gives birth to a lot of still babies.”

“How much is a lot?” Damon narrowed his eyes.

“Honestly it is not that much. She only gives birth to one every second.”

Damon sneered with a thin smile.

“Sixty seconds. So we just need to kill her within the time limit.”

Lazarak shook a finger slowly.

“Not quite my friend. I mean she has been giving birth every sixty seconds.”

Damon froze. If that was true, then the situation had shifted dramatically.

“How long did you say you were imprisoned here?”

Lazarak shrugged casually.

“Cannot remember. I lost count after two thousand years. At least several thousand more passed.”

Damon nodded slowly as he did the math.

“Okay. Okay. I think you are on your own for this one.”

Lazarak clasped his hands. “Do you know why the stillborn can still use multiple attributes of magic despite not being born.”

Damon frowned and leaned in slightly without realizing it. Then he paused.

“Are you trying to bait me with some interesting lore?”

The toddler god nodded with pride.

“Yes. Yes I am. And you will love this one. My working theory is that the law the goddess used to bind us to a single attribute only affects those who were born. A stillborn is a failed birth.”

Damon smiled at the thought of the goddess’s power failing.

“So the Goddess of Doom cannot do anything about this loophole.”

Lazarak shook his head.

“No that is not it. I think she created this loophole intentionally. It is not like we can exploit it.”

Damon’s shoulders sagged slightly.

“My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.”

Lazarak looked at him with disdain.

“She is a true god. What did you expect? Though I think she has a soft spot for women who lost their children at birth. Maybe.”

“That is useful to me how.” Damon asked, shrugging.

Lazarak blinked and bit his lip, then smiled.

“It is not. I just think you dislike my creator a bit too much.”

Damon smiled faintly at the toddler god defending his goddess. It was the same feeling you get when a stranger insults a family member even if the stranger is right.

“You are the one trying to summon some eldritch entity to deal with her.”

Lazarak hopped down from the chair and followed Damon as he walked through the library halls.

“Where are you going? The next trial is that way.”

Damon did not turn around.

“You said there were many. I am going to pick up something that works great for mass murder.”