My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 776: Chapter 777: Tobias The Bias

What a sight for sore eyes. It was a library. Damon had fond memories of libraries; back in the academy, it was one of the places where he could be alone and enjoy his solitude.

Not that he didn’t have any friends or anything like that.

The academy library was also where he had first interacted with Sylvia Moonveil.

It was a fond memory because Damon had actually not been as rude as he could have been that day.

Sylvia seemed so reserved back then. She had an innocent charm to her, and she was also very beautiful, with long white hair and grey eyes.

Elves really had it all in terms of looks.

That said, she had changed. Damon last saw her having a battle with Lilith Astranova.

Damon chuckled.

He didn’t even want to pretend he didn’t know the reason Sylvia disliked Lilith.

That said, Damon would rather not focus on it; that would be his problem soon.

He would be crazy to come between two dangerous women.

His gaze glided over the large, wide shelves of books.. The smell of old parchment was thick in the room, and the library was somehow dark yet still bright enough for anyone to open a book and read.

Damon glanced around, walking to a shelf. When he reached the books, the smell of parchment changed to the smell of human blood, sweat, and waste.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he reached for the book. In curiosity, as soon as he touched it…

A soft groan came from the book, a weak voice struggling. The sound came from the book itself. Damon felt a strange texture from it.

This texture was warm and sticky and familiar… this was the warm texture of sweating human skin.

Damon winced in disgust as he glanced at the book, opening it to see a green eyeball weakly looking at him, and a muffled voice echoed from the next pages.

Flipping through these pages, he opened them until he found the source of the sound. It was a misshapen mouth, attached to the pages of the book.

It quivered weakly in pain and agony. The despair in the tone was so deep that even Damon’s cold expression almost faltered.

“He..l..help meeee…” the voice cried out. As the book shuddered, all the books on the high shelf began to tremble with muffled sounds.

Damon remained calm. This was not his first encounter with such a vile and atrocious apparition, once human, twisted by sinister magic and turned into this.

He had his fair share of these in Lysithara. He had seen a man turned into a tree and left to rot for years, deteriorating in body and mind. With time, he had even forgotten something as basic as his name.

Damon looked at the book as the person begged for help…

He didn’t change what he wanted to do. Damon merely flipped to the first page, then to the cover made of human skin.

Book title: Tobias the Bias.

What an old title. He was unsure if it was his name, but adding “Bias” to his name was intentional.

Tobias Agar’nal.

Born in Agar’nal, here I archive the records of his sins.

Damon read through the sins of this person, who was called Tobias the Bias.

Tobias was born into wealth. He was raised in abundance. Soon in his life, he became unfairly prejudiced and caused the deaths of thousands with his sins.

“Wow…” Damon whispered. ’That person was truly deplorable.’

Some of the names and cities noted here Damon had never heard of, neither the races. But he didn’t really know much, since this was, after all, the Zero Epoch, and he was born in the Third Epoch. Naturally, some names and places would disappear.

His sins were:

Sins of Tobias the Bias

“Elitist Contempt Tobias believed his High Elven blood made him inherently superior; treated others as lesser.”

It was an impressive list as Damon read the chronicles, as well as a full written account of everything and how it happened.

“Purity Purges Led expulsions, disappearances, and quiet executions of elves with “impure” lineage in the Crescent Court, especially those with human or beastkin blood.”

Damon glanced at the crest of the Crescent Court. It had some resemblance to the modern-day Moonveil royal crest.

’No wonder those elves are so racist… it’s in their blood.’

“Genocidal Manipulation Falsified evidence and staged attacks to provoke war between High Elves and tribes of non-elves in the Verdant Continent, eventually leading to the deaths of thousands and displacing millions, driving non-elves out of the continent.”

The list was truly impressive. Damon couldn’t stop reading.

“Mass Slaughter in the Marble Groves Engineered the conflict that caused thousands of Woodborne and High Elves to die.”

This guy was a psycho. Damon thought he was bad as a person, but it seemed this guy was way more impressive than he was.

“Glass Soul Ritual Incident Kidnapped refugees and used forbidden magic to trap and shatter their souls to empower himself.”

Damon glanced at the book made of living flesh and shook his head.

’Cruelty existed even before I was born.’

“Betrayal of Cintra Refused reinforcements unless the city abandoned mixed-blood citizens; allowed the city to fall, resulting in mass death.”

Another city Damon had never heard about. Then again, how would he, if it was destroyed after all? Tobias made it fall.

“Political Corruption Manipulated councils, silenced dissenters, and used his influence to entrench racial hierarchy as law.”

Damon read the impressive list.

“Kidnapping and Torture Secretly abducted “unworthy” citizens for experimentation, magical rituals, or to silence political opposition.”

His list didn’t include anyone who wasn’t an elf. With regard to infants, they were cut apart in the name of magic research.

“Cultural Erasure Destroyed Woodborne historical records, sacred sites, and genealogies to portray them as a lesser race of the forest, inferior to elves and equal to fifty humans.”

Damon raised an eyebrow. “What did we even do to this guy? He seems to have it out for humans.”

The list of what he did was long, and Damon read them as if entranced. Treachery, schemes, strategy, manipulation, this guy was good.

’A library really is a place of learning. I didn’t even know you could start wars like that…’

Damon closed his eyes as he put down the book.

He had learned one important thing from the life of Tobias the Bias.

’I’m not hating to my full potential.’