SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Monkeys everywhere

Damon appeared in a blur of shadows, materializing silently on the branch just behind the unsuspecting monkey. The creature, level 12 Feral Tree Flinger, froze mid-chew, sensing the shift in air pressure just a second too late.

Before it could screech or fling anything inappropriate, Damon grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and slashed its throat. The monkey flailed and twisted, its tiny eyes wide with indignation. Damon stared at it flatly, unimpressed, starting to absorb the blood essence using his hand.

Within a matter of seconds, the monkey was dead.

Damon did not bother to look at the notifications just yet. He simply moved on to another monkey. His shadowy form blurred again, and he reappeared above the next branch, where another Feral Tree Flinger let out a warning screech. It was too slow.

A blood cleave later, Damon was already absorbing its blood essence.

Three more monkeys had already begun to shriek from neighboring trees. A few more seconds later, these three as well dropped dead to the ground, but not before the last one shrieked loudly, sending out a call for help.

The canopy rustled violently, as more and more monkeys started to appear from all around the forest.

Damon stood on the branch, unfazed, even as dozens of eyes locked onto him from the branches above, below, and all around. The Feral Tree Flingers, usually content to harass travelers with mischief and mess, now moved with a frightening coordination.

"Fuck! Fuck! Bro, we are screwed. Shit, these many monkeys? Aio, this is so much worse than I anticipated. Bro, let it go. We can go somewhere else and level."

"And leave this wonderful opportunity?" Damon smirked. He had already gained 2 points in strength and a skill to aim and throw projectiles. This was just the beginning. He cracked his knuckles and got to work.

Dozens of shrieks filled the air, turning the once-serene woodland into a war zone. The Feral Tree Flingers—dozens of them, perhaps even a hundred—had converged on their location, jumping between branches in synchronized bursts, flinging stones and poo.

From a distance, it might have looked comical. But not to the guy experiencing all of it firsthand.

"Brooo, they’re using formation tactics!" Blood Wraith wailed from below, crouched behind a tree and clutching his expensive gear like a baby blanket. "That one’s giving signals! Are they allowed to give signals?!"

Damon didn’t respond. His attention was locked on the treetops. While the other two stayed and watched the show at a safe distance, Damon jumped from one tree top to another as silently as a rogue but with stats better than even the best of the rogues.

Shadowstep was an extremely useful skill, and that, combined with the level difference and the overall attribute difference, the entire forest quickly turned into a scene of massacre.

Blood Wraith was chewing his nails, unable to bear the suspense. However, the disaster he expected never arrived. One monkey after another died, and yet Blood God was going strong.

Finally, Blood Wraith’s expression turned from nervousness and despair to utter awe.

And Blood Wraith—once the pampered prince of pay-to-win—felt like a peasant watching a king at war. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}