My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 307 - 308: Mire Of Self-Doubt

They say the dead never die…

Damon never believed that. After all, all who died never returned—at least as far as he knew. That was why even seeing Carmen Vale right in front of him… despite the shock of it all, like seeing an old haunt…

He still knew this wasnʼt real. It was just an illusion conjured by the marsh. It wanted to breed doubt in his heart… it wanted him to make noise… to break the silence of the marsh with its ghost.

Why else would it bring out the memory of the kind hunter?

His beard and face still looked the same as Damon remembered. The old man still just as well-built, wearing the same worn hunting gear from that day… the day they met… the day Damon killed him.

Damon lowered his head…

Carmen smiled. ”Why canʼt you look at me, little fella… are you feeling guilty…?”

Damon bit his lips and continued walking forward… surrounded by glowing moss… his party right behind him. They didnʼt seem to see the kind hunter.

”I suppose you wonʼt… after all, you donʼt have a conscience… how could you? You killed someone who only showed you kindness…”

Carmenʼs smile faded. He stepped in front of Damon.

”No surprise you would awaken a class as vile as Death Dealer… a merchant in blood… a dealer in death… itʼs all you know how to do—take.”

Damon paused, his body refusing to move. His party behind him stopped as well, waiting… watching.

Sylvia sent him a telepathic message.

”Is something wrong…”

He shook his head, walking around Carmen.

The hunter smiled. ”My poor daughter… she was orphaned for no reason… simply because I decided to help you… a strange kid in the woods…”

Damon bit down harder… the taste of blood on his lips.

He knew it was all in his head. Even so… he wanted to defend himself… but no words came.

ʼI… I was… I was just trying to survive…ʼ

He thought the words—but no sound came from his lips.

”You did, didnʼt you?” Carmen said coldly. ”By killing someone who had never done you harm… I wasnʼt even indifferent to your pain like the others… I was trying to help you…”

Damon nodded slowly.

”I know… I know… I… I didnʼt…”

”You didnʼt what?” Carmen spat, his voice suddenly sharp—harsh in a way the real Carmen never was.

”Didnʼt mean to kill me? You did. You knew from the moment you got that power—it demanded human souls and flesh. And what did you do? You trapped yourself in denial. You were complacent. You were weak. And I had to pay the price…”

He paused.

”No… Iris had to pay the price. You took her father away from her…”

”How do you even look her in the eye and lie...”

Damon trembled. Even with the tactical precision of the Remorseless skill, his emotions surged, unable to be suppressed.

He walked across the moss, his face pale and his steps heavy.

”Did you think taking her under your wing would make up for it? You pushed her down the path of an avenger—gave her a long list of enemies to kill—but you forgot to include yourself… her so-called teacher…”

Damonʼs heart went cold. Carmen…

He gritted his teeth.

Carmen looked past him, to Damonʼs party.

”You must be hungry again, you cannibal…”

He gestured behind Damon.

”These fools are following you… maybe they should know youʼre a monster too. The moment you get hungry—theyʼre food.”

Damonʼs hands trembled. He was hungry. But he wouldnʼt… he wouldnʼt eat his party.

Never… never…

”I wonʼt… I wonʼt… I have…”

”Not changed. By the time this is over, one of them will die by your hand. That—I promise you.”

Damon took a deep breath… his eyes burning.

”I wonʼt… I wonʼt… You arenʼt even the real Carmen Vale. Youʼre just all my doubts taking shape…”

”Am I”

He looked up, thoughts louder—firmer.

”This part of the marsh is called the Mire of Self-Doubt. Youʼre just my doubts.”

Damon raised his head higher.

”I canʼt make peace with my past, so I continue to move forward. Iʼm not Carmen Vale, so I canʼt embody his philosophy—but I can make mine…”

”Kindness is reciprocal… but so is malice…”

He stood taller, eyes sharp. ”I carry my shame and my doubt like a mantle… even if they eat away at my flesh. I carry every name Iʼve slain as a shadow in my heart… never forgetting.”

Carmen looked at him quietly…

Then vanished—dissolving into mist that spread outward, flowing over the others in his party… each now trapped in their own illusions.

Some more intense than others, but as they reached the end… of the marsh, they all remained themselves—keeping their doubts to themselves, save for one.

Matiaʼs fist remained clenched, the doubts had hammered away at her in the shape of her father… so much she wanted to scream. Even so, she remained —stalwart… unshaken…

As they reached the edge of the marsh… the water changed, darkened, and her fatherʼs voice echoed—low, accusing—as she overcame her doubts…

”You will die, Matia, you will lose those wings you didnʼt give to your brother…”

Matia felt herself falling—without end. Her head bleeding, her vision hazy as she looked up at a bleak, colorless sky… she felt herself being dragged into a timeless darkness…

She saw her corpse… she saw her party mourn… her death… she saw Damonʼs eyes—dark and lightless… She saw something beyond her death… and her name carved in stone…

She jolted—her head trembling as she ripped herself away from the illusion… her skull throbbing like it had been cracked open… it felt so real…

She bit her lips, hard—blood welled up—as she finally heard a sound she didnʼt think sheʼd ever hear again… it was the howling wind… she felt the ground turn solid beneath her boots…

Damon stood in front of them—his fist clenched—he turned around for the first time since they had walked into the silent marsh…

”We made it… we made it across the marsh… we made it… we are just three kilometers away from Lysithara…”

Xander stabbed his spear into the ground, leaning heavily on it…

”We… we actually survived a death zone… we survived the Whispering Woods… weʼre almost… home…”

The others followed, collapsing to their knees. A week of sleepless nights, hunger, fear, and horrors too painful to name—all crashing down at once.

But they had made it.

They were still alive.

For now.