Shadow Slave
Chapter 279
Sunny remained silent for a long time, staring at the black mask. The tranquil sea of his soul was still and silent... not at all like the storm that was currently raging in his heart.
After a while, he thought:
'That Weaver was one sly guy… girl… person… being? Well, the fact that I don't even know that much only serves to prove the point. And I thought I was good at deceit and manipulation.'
How devious one must be to not let even the gods, even the Nightmare Spell know anything about them?
But it was fitting, in a strange kind of way. If Weaver's domain was that of fate, there was no other way. Fate was a terrifying, but subtle tool. Manipulating it to your advantage required a very special kind of genius, one that was directly opposite to any kind of directness, straightforwardness, and brutal power.
However, if given the choice, Sunny would have preferred to face War God in battle than to make someone like Weaver his enemy.
Masterful liars were far more dangerous than deadly warriors. He knew it better than most.
…Exiting the Soul Sea, Sunny hesitated for a little and then summoned the Weaver's Mask. The cool wooden surface of the mask appeared on his face, held in place by some invisible force.
Immediately, his vision changed slightly. Everything became sharper, clearer, more vivid. Sunny could feel the mask reaching into his eyes and connecting to something — the strange legacy he had inherited by consuming the drop of Weaver's blood. He sensed his intuition becoming more potent, too.
It was as though he could almost see the mysterious strings of fate that span across the entire world.
…Almost.
Glancing at the pile of dust that remained of the prisoner, Sunny frowned slightly.
The identity of the person who had been wearing the Weaver's Mask remained a secret. Just who had this corpse belonged to, and how had they ended up chained to the floor in a hidden dungeon cell beneath the majestic cathedral?
The easiest thing to assume was that it was Weaver themselves, but Sunny dismissed that theory immediately.
of that creature was just below that of the gods… and that of the Unknown, perhaps. If Weaver appeared on the Forgotten Shore, the whole Dark City would have been wiped out of
Mask? Some powerful carrier of the Nightmare
'Well…'
followers of Weaver? The message the prisoner had left
There was no way
only had this one day to finish all
had left his shadow and took a look at himself through its eyes. What he saw made
'Huh…'
face, hiding his features. He couldn't even see his eyes,
it looked as though he did… sort of? One second, it did, and the next one, it did not. It was sort of similar to how people's faces changed when lighted from different
'How fun!'
though. He would still have to be careful to hide the context clues about himself while wearing the mask. Mundane things like the way he walked, his usual mannerisms, and other subtle but
something else, Sunny would
Dance, then. Was it not designed to fully imitate someone else's battle style
'What a wonderful coincidence...'
It was time to test if the [Simple Trick] was really capable
he unconsciously tried to lick them… but now there was a mask on his face, so he couldn't. That bad habit of his had to be put to rest,
let's
mouth, Sunny said
"I am… very tall!"
grimaced, expecting the familiar
…But there was nothing.
of times, and waited.
a wide
But that is not all, I am incredibly honest and nice, too. Every girl I meet immediately falls in love with me. Boys, too! That's just how lovable, handsome, nice and
no pain, no pressure. In fact,
About Shadow Slave - Chapter 279
Shadow Slave is the best current series of the author Guiltythree. With the below Chapter 279 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 279 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com