SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Necro God vs Blood God

Damon was low-key extremely nervous right now. There were other powerful players in the game, but this one was different. He was a personal fan of the Necro God. In his last life, two necromancer players stood at the top.

One was the Deviant King Mo Cheng from the Chinese super guild, and the other was the Necro God. Even with all the support from a super guild, ultimately, Mo Cheng could only barely come to Necro God’s level.

But Necro God was different. The man was cool, indifferent, and he had a vibe that made people want to admire him. Single-handedly, he made an army of thousands of undead and claimed an entire kingdom for himself.

Damon had no shame in admitting that he was a huge fan of the guy. Necro God wasn’t just another skilled player; he was a legend.

Damon had spent hours watching videos of Necro God’s fights. He remembered the forums buzzing with rumors about his tactics, how he’d take down entire guilds by himself, commanding an army of the dead like some unstoppable force.

Deviant King Mo Cheng, with all the resources of a super guild behind him, had tried to challenge Necro God’s throne, only to fail repeatedly.

But Necro God? He didn’t need a guild. He didn’t need flashy titles or a horde of supporters. He was just... him. Cool. Calm. Collected. The type of player you wanted to be, someone whose name alone could make people tremble.

And now Damon was going to face him, one-on-one.

Damon’s heart rate quickened. He was actually going to fight with Necro God. Even though it was still very early in the game and he probably wouldn’t have grown into the man he would eventually be, it still gave him the chills. How was he going to fare against this god-like player with god-like skills?

Damon took a deep breath, steadying himself. "This is it," he muttered and even prepared himself by conjuring the daggers beforehand. He was fully prepared to go all out in this fight. He wanted to win no matter the cost.

The next moment, the teleportation light faded, and a person stepped onto the arena.

Damon froze. His jaw dropped to the ground as he stared at the person in front of him.

Or should he say... kid in front of him?!!

"You have got to be kidding me?! How old are you? 8? What the fuck?" Damon blurted out in shock.

The kid was maybe eight or nine, with a mop of messy black hair that half-covered his eyes. He clutched a staff that looked way too big for him, and his robes were so long they dragged on the ground. He looked at Damon with rage filling his eyes.

From the looks of it, Damon’s little comment had triggered him or something.

The kid’s small hands clenched around the staff, his knuckles white. He glared at Damon with all the fury an eight-year-old face could muster. "I’m fifteen!" he shouted, his voice cracking a little.

Damon blinked. "You sure about that?"

But before he could say anything else, the system chimed:

[Ding! Duel Begins]