My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger - Chapter 968 - 969: New Outcomes
Chapter 968: Chapter 969: New Outcomes
This was her room.
She glanced at the floor.
There were no maggots.
No piles of hair.
Nothing.
She ran her hands across her body frantically.
Everything was normal.
Slowly she stood and walked to the window.
Outside she saw the Moon Glades.
The familiar silver structures of her homeland.
Her knees buckled.
“A dream…” she muttered weakly as she sank to the floor.
“It was just a dream.”
Her hands trembled as she touched her eyes.
Then she heard the voice again.
“Yes.”
“It was a dream.”
The whisper of the Unknown God echoed softly in her mind.
Sylvia froze.
“You are—”
“Our covenant still stands.”
Her hands began to shake uncontrollably.
Far away…
A man sat in a chair.
In his hand was a book.
His skin was dark and smooth, his long silver hair cascading down his shoulders.
His beauty was otherworldly.
Perfect.
Anyone who looked upon him would feel themselves drawn in.
Yet the longer one stared…
The stronger a feeling of unease would grow.
Repulsion.
Disgust.
Fear.
And yet somehow… they would not be able to look away.
They would watch him forever of their own will.
The man smiled faintly.
“It cost quite a bit to invest in that elf.”
His voice carried mild amusement.
“In the end, another failsafe has been placed on the board before Doom has even made her move.”
There was a trace of doubt in his tone.
“I never planned to destroy the Lake of Tears.”
He turned a page in the book idly.
“After all… its destruction would not serve me.”
It had been nothing more than manipulation.
If he had asked for what he truly wanted from the beginning, Sylvia would never have agreed.
So he created the illusion that he desired the lake destroyed.
In truth—
He needed it.
“The Lake of Tears is what allows me to move so freely within Minerva’s domain.”
It was the wish Lazarak had left behind.
And that wish still weakened the restrictions placed upon the Unknown God.
He sighed.
A tired sigh.
For all his schemes.
For all his planning.
For every failsafe he carefully arranged.
Despite all his power…
The Unknown God would not be surprised in the slightest if everything still failed.
If he failed to obtain the Pillar of Conflict entirely.
“Then I will simply try again.”
His tone was calm.
“I have eternity.”
He glanced toward a small flower pot resting on the table.
Inside it grew a tiny bud.
A lotus.
Which was strange.
The seed he had planted had been from a gardenia.
Yet a lotus now grew in its place.
If he failed, he would not be surprised.
Though he doubted he would fail this early.
“Yes… I will likely obtain the pillars.”
His smile faded slightly.
He would fail eventually.
But not now.
Never this early.
He always failed at the moment when failure hurt the most.
That was his curse.
His punishment.
No one truly understood the Unknown God.
Once…
Someone had.
Not anymore.
“My goal is not far now.”
Yes.
The Unknown God had a goal.
A grand one.
It was a goal for himself.
But also for every soul that had ever cursed the world they were born into.
For those who believed existence was cruel.
Unfair.
Indifferent.
After all—
No one had ever asked to be born.
His goal was for those who suffered in a world that did not care.
Was that not the role of a god?
To answer the prayers of mortals?
Was a god not a creator?
Did gods not create heaven?
The Unknown God smiled softly.
“The only difference…”
“I will not make mortals suffer through trials first.”
He leaned back in his chair.
“I will create the final paradise.”
The last.
The perfect.
The absolute utopia.
And by his forgotten name—
He would achieve it.
*******
Sylvia was still reeling from everything that had just happened.
She could still hear the voice of the Unknown God echoing faintly in her mind. Even though she could not see him, the voice of a god had spoken directly inside her head.
And yet… nothing was wrong.
Her ears were not bleeding.
Her head did not ache.
She felt no pain at all.
“What is happening?” she whispered.
There was no response.
Silence answered her.
Her room remained exactly the same as before.
Sylvia slowly raised her hand and held her head.
It had to be a dream.
Of course it was.
The Unknown God was the god of dreams… or at least one of the gods connected to dreams. She vaguely remembered Damon mentioning that one of the Unknown God’s authorities was control over dreams.
Then again…
She was not surprised.
After all, he had once forced all of them to experience the Nightmare of Lazarak.
That nightmare was also where Damon had first learned about the Lake of Tears.
Sylvia frowned slightly.
“Is that all part of his plan… or…”
She trailed off.
The scope of that being’s plans was simply beyond her understanding.
There was no point thinking about things that far beyond her reach.
Instead, she could only deal with what was in front of her.
And right now, something troublesome was about to happen.
She glanced at the door.
Then at the window.
He should arrive soon.
Perhaps she should warn her father so he could prepare.
Or perhaps…
She should say nothing.
From what she had seen in her vision, this place would soon be reduced to ash.
Trying to change it might not matter.
But what if things were different now?
What if the future had changed after her deal with the Unknown God?
Sylvia stared out the window for a long moment.
Then she turned and walked toward the door.
When she reached it, she did not try to open it.
Instead, she lifted her leg and kicked it with all her strength.
The sealed door exploded outward, splintering into broken wood and iron.
Outside, she heard the loud clatter of armor as the knights guarding her room were knocked to the ground by the force.
Sylvia stepped into the hallway.
Her voice was cold and direct.
“Where is my father?”
