SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Skill evolution

Back in the vampire hall, Damon had already cleared the first wave of the fallen.

The corrupted figures had lunged at him the moment he accepted the quest, their forms bloodless, hollowed out, more zombie than noble predator. They hissed and gnashed their blackened teeth as they swarmed, but Damon had ripped through them without any problem.

At first, he had thought of drinking their blood to possibly get their skills, maybe even steal something that they could have possessed back when they were living. The idea was good. The problem was that these ghouls seemed to completely lack any blood whatsoever.

Even when he slashed them, nothing sprayed. No bodily fluid whatsoever. Their bodies might as well be golems.

Damon had to give up the idea of using Blood Extraction as a cheat to get through this test. Not that he needed one in the first place. His basic blood swipe was pulling in big numbers.

-1000

-700

-650

Damon had never been the most talented in fighting but it was precisely because of this that he kept practising endlessly. He used to spend several thousands of gold coins in booking time dilation rooms for skill practise, against his so-called friend’s advice, that bastard who betrayed him.

Now all of that hours of painstaking effort was finally paying of. He got the chance the start over which he never thought he would and he was cracking the trial with ease.

After the first wave came the second wave. This was where the real problem began. These fallen were slightly more intelligent, aggressive and coordinated.

They no longer stumbled blindly; they moved with a dreadful, eerie precision, circling Damon, trying to pin him down with numbers. Some of them even brandished jagged weapons — rusted swords, broken spears — as if echoes of their former martial prowess clung to their rotting minds.

However, this was still not enough. A well executed blood swipe was a weapon in itself. The trial was particularly designed to show the prowess of a skill when executed well, even if it was a basic skill like Blood Swipe.

Damon now had to use two blood swipes instead of one to finish of a single ghoul but nevertheless, he soon cleared the second wave as well.

Damon’s breath came slow and steady, not from exertion, but from the methodical rhythm he had fallen into. Strike. Pivot. Swipe. His crimson aura flickered with each movement, weaving a symphony of violence through the dim, crumbling hall.

As the second wave dissolved into ash and dust around him, a deep rumble echoed from the cracked stones beneath his feet. The ground itself seemed to mourn the loss of its corrupted children.

Damon flicked his wrist sharply, dispersing the blood lingering around his claws. His gaze sharpened. He knew the third wave would be the real test.

And it came without warning.

One second he was standing in a deserted hall but the next second, thousands of fallen materialized out of thin air and completely surrounded him on all directions. The numbers this time were insanely ridiculous.

But this was not all.

Before the fallen would only attack with brute melee type attacks but this time everything would be different. Damon frowned as he caught the sizzle of a blood sphere in the distance. A caster!

Hidden among the thousands of fallen were numerous casters already preparing dozens of blood spheres to be launched at Damon.