SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: He attacked first

Mark threw him a glare over his shoulder, but Damon was already walking the other way with an exaggerated stretch and yawn, like he hadn’t just dropped a grenade on the poor guy’s lap. "You owe me ten lifetimes of favors!" Mark called after him.

Damon waved a lazy hand. "Put it on my tab!"

As the echoes of Mark’s muttering faded down the corridor, Damon smiled and let out a sigh. Now that he had successfully guilt-tripped his friend into taking care of some troublesome things, he had time to focus on other things.

The most important one being why the hell he had never heard of a Frozen Throne or Empire or whatever their guild name was in his last life. It was not that the guild had not been famous or had crumbled early in the game. He simply had never heard of this guild at all.

"Something must have gone disastrously wrong for them." That was the only conclusion Damon could come to. It was not like he cared about them. In fact, he did not trust the old guy one bit. But it is true that they had helped him quite a bit right now.

And if they do end up sticking to their word about procuring these entry token skill crystals for the rest of his family, then that would in itself be a huge favor to him. "I wonder what they want from me." Damon mused.

He absent-mindedly thought about many things as he walked along the long corridor. The entire dome was extremely big, almost as big as a gated community apartment complex. However, the whole thing was cold as hell.

From the name of the guild and this whole ambience, it was not too hard to guess the elemental affinity of these guys. But how the hell did so many people manage to awaken the same type of elemental affinity?

"Some shady shit probably went down here. I call incest." Damon shrugged. He was not one to judge. Whatever works for them. The corridor curved again, and this time he found himself in a long series of rooms like college dorm rooms.

Surely, people cannot be living here?

He was about to open one such room when he stopped. "I know you’re there," he said aloud.

A moment passed. Then a figure stepped from the shadow of a decorative arch, tall, lean, wrapped in a white fur-lined coat. A young man. Pale skin. Silver-blue eyes. And a scar across his cheek that looked fresh.

"Friend of Sylvara?" Damon asked casually. He had a feeling that this was her work.

"How does it matter who I am? I just came here to get you. Everyone is waiting for you at the arena. My grandfather might think that you are all that, but most of us are not convinced. We don’t like the fact that an outsider, least of all a blood sucker is here."

Damon raised an eyebrow. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, utterly relaxed despite the venom in the young man’s words. "Ah," he said, nodding slowly. "So this is that part where my skills are to be tested."

The silver-eyed man didn’t flinch. "This isn’t a test. It’s a warning. You may have fooled the old man with your flashy titles and outsider tricks, but in the Frozen Throne, power isn’t given. It’s earned. Or taken."

Damon gave a lazy smile, though his eyes turned just a shade darker. "Yes, yes, I am sure I fooled the old man, and what is happening here right now has nothing to do with him."

The young man’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

Damon pushed off the wall, strolling forward slowly. "I am sure you guys are all that, but unfortunately, right now, I don’t have the time. The game’s next day has begun, and I am yet to log in."

He stopped barely a foot from the silver-eyed youth, who tensed instinctively.

"Also, don’t come at me without proper preparation," Damon said, voice quiet now, dangerous. "Because if you do? I might just drain every single drop of your damn blood."

Damon decided to play the part of a big, bad vampire. He really did not have time for their flashy arena theatrics, but he would be lying if he said he was not curious about the abilities of these people.

Now, a bait had dragged itself to Damon. It would be a total waste to let this opportunity go. "How about we spar right here and now?" Damon did not wait for an answer and instantly made his move. His hand shot forward, claws aimed for the guy’s throat. A straight-up critical attack.

The young man reacted fast, faster than Damon expected. Ice flared to life along his coat, a barrier of crystalline frost erupting up between them like a reflexive shield. Damon’s claws struck the surface with a sharp crack, webbing fractures dancing out across the thin wall of ice but it held. Barely.

"You bastard!" the silver-eyed youth growled, leaping back with surprising grace as the ice shattered into sparkling dust. He landed lightly, his right arm now fully encased in ice that spiraled into the shape of a jagged gauntlet. "You think this is a game?"

Damon licked a flake of frost from his lip, eyes glowing a dangerous shade of red. "I know it’s not a game. But you see..." His smile widened. "I don’t play fair."

The next second, Damon disappeared and reappeared behind the young man with one hand already extended, claws glinting inches from the young man’s neck.

The youth held his ground, sweat now breaking across his brow as his gauntlet cracked under the relentless assault. He was strong. Too strong to be a rookie. This wasn’t just some brat with a chip on his shoulder. He was trained, hardened, and dangerous. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}