[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron":3,"chapter-my-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron-my-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron-chapter-546":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},320829,587,"Chapter 546 - 548: I’ll Wing It","my-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron-chapter-546",546,"\u003Cp>He had to be careful. While he was suicidal, he was not ready to die at the moment. However, Damon was also aware that defeating them was not even a factor in his equation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few knights in the fourth class here were a massive threat — just one could take him out. Then there was the multitude of those in the third class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept his shadow perception off them, careful not to trigger attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Damon still had to keep an eye on them without actually looking directly. It was a well-known fact that at a certain level of strength, you could instantly sense when someone was staring at you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This level of equipment and troops... they seemed well-organized and far too secretive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear from the scratches on their carriages that they had not contacted any civilized part of the world in quite some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"However, they knew about the elves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant they still had information passed to them even in the wilderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who in the empire had such power? Damon could only think of a few who could casually deploy such a force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear... this was either the grand duchies or the imperial crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ruled out the Temple. If it was them, he would have seen some trace of religious designs. These knights were more loyal to the state than to the goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon swung down from a tree, his feet briefly stepping on the air like it was solid ground before he slid into a shadow, tailing them from a few kilometers behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There seemed to be a chain of command — someone in the main carriage was giving orders, and this group of knights obeyed with almost reverent precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon felt a twinge of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddess, when...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When would he have this kind of privilege? All he had was a few hundred orcs... maybe he was being ungrateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head. This was not the time to remember he was poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chase — or rather, their journey — continued deeper into the wilderness, across rough terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For hours, the cover of darkness grew deeper. Damon began to wonder if these people even planned to stop for the night. He disliked stalwart knightly types — workaholics to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Matia. She was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he considered whether it was worth continuing the chase, they slowed at a clearing and began setting up camp. The knights quickly used a magic artifact to raise a large command tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, they arranged themselves into a protective formation and approached the main carriage. Using massive tower shields, they formed a canopy that connected to the tent flaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon didn’t see who stepped out, nor did he use his shadow perception to check. Whoever it was, they were clearly high profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They must really like being dramatic... I mean, walk out of the carriage like a normal person. I can understand if it’s sunny or raining, but come on...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raven and the squirrel merely watched the dirt-poor commoner vent about the good life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person entered the tent before the rest began setting up smaller tents around the clearing. At the center, what seemed to be a mage class woman was activating a magic artifact that projected a barrier over the area to keep intruders out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon slipped inside just before the barrier sealed, hiding his shadow form within the shrubbery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked no different from any ordinary patch of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a formless shadow had lips, Damon would have smiled. Now that he had the Heart of Shadow, he didn’t have to worry too much about shadow energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can do this all day...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squirrel and raven didn’t even need to hide. In a forest, they were just forest critters. The knights ignored them so long as they didn’t cause trouble — though Damon didn’t trust those two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raven had been well-behaved... until the squirrel joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon slid casually through the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after entering the camp’s inner perimeter did he realize he didn’t have a plan. Not a damn one. Not even a vague idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Man proposes, Unknown God disposes... planning is useless. I’ll wing it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon was certain that come what may, he would not die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he got captured and tortured... that sounded like a good time. In case he couldn’t escape, he could always play his \"rescue me\" card: Big Sis Lilith Astranova.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that didn’t work, he’d arrogantly declare, \"Do you know who my grandfather is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that make him lose aura? Yes. But so what? Having rich backers was part of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You only hate nepotism because it doesn’t benefit you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t come to that, though. He was just here to steal a dragon horse — er, get compensation for the mount that knight killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, half an hour had passed. The knights had campfires going, the scent of delicious food wafting out. They spoke softly, their discipline unshakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt about it — imperial knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which begged the question: who was leading them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon glanced toward the dragon horses being fed on the far side of camp. He could circle around, but cutting across would save time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can teleport out of here, right...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably couldn’t, but curiosity won out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that as his guide, Damon began mapping escape routes in his head. The raven and squirrel moved in from different sides of the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He avoided knights by hiding and gliding through shadows. When he reached the tent, he sensed the aura of two rank-four knights pressing against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze as one turned toward his location — spotting only a raven standing in the grass, its deep shadow stretching unnaturally long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight looked away, losing interest in the bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon exhaled quietly in relief, then slid around to the back of the tent and sank into its shadow, using shadow movement to slip inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw made his eyes widen slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1011,"2026-05-30T02:59:57.488Z","2026-06-01T04:30:06.958Z",1,"novelbin.me","81b50e5d3534c4c61342453d4f3ae75ce230fd214489864feb0e87f10950f871","my-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron-chapter-547","my-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron-chapter-545",1048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-living-shadow-system-devours-to-make-me-stron-cover.jpg"]