SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: So you became Dracula?

Kate listened quietly as Damon laid out everything that had happened since the game began. He skipped a few details, but he was surprisingly open. Mark, on the other hand, looked like he’d been hit by a truck. He kept blinking, like he was waiting to wake up and find out it was all a dream.

"You’re telling me you got some kind of legendary soul weapon... that talks to you?" Mark asked slowly. "And then what, it turned you into Dracula?"

"Not Dracula," Damon corrected. "Something worse. Something older. A primordial."

Kate raised an eyebrow. "And then you became my hero, lord, and savior."

Damon gave her a flat look.

"Okay, okay," Kate laughed, holding up her hands. "I’ll stop teasing."

Mark glanced between the two of them like he was the only sane man left. "I don’t know what’s crazier—that this game lets you become a vampire in real life, or that my sister is laughing about it while calling you Master."

"I am never calling this doofus Master!" Kate huffed, mock offended. "Besides, I’m clearly the cooler vampire now. So, what class did you pick up, huh? I need to know how strong I have to get. No way I’m letting you stay stronger than me."

Damon grinned, something wicked dancing in his eyes. "You’ll see soon enough."

The three of them shared a laugh, and for the first time in a long while, Damon felt something warm settle in his chest. Like, just maybe, he was exactly where he belonged. He did not know how the world was going to change tomorrow, but no matter what, he would fight to protect this small world of his.

Damon’s mind wandered to Phoenix and what she said. She talked about a rumor that the President of the United States was personally going to log into the game with a God’s blessing but he already knew that it was not a mere rumor.

During their conversation, he did not reveal any shock, but he was definitely shocked to find out that it was the President who started with God’s blessing. In fact, it was not just one person. In about 6 months time, there were going to be ten players who would enter the game with ten different God’s blessings. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

These ten players would then become the backbone and strength of ten powerful guilds collectively called the super ten.

The thought made Damon’s expression harden, his smile fading as the weight of what was coming settled on his shoulders again. The Super Ten.

He remembered that name well from his past life, the ten pillars of chaos that had reshaped the game and, eventually, the world itself. Entire nations would align themselves with those players.

A player like the President. Probably the other ten players were other influential political people from around the world, from different countries.

The identities of these players were always kept secretive, but from the way the nations aligned with them and the massive waves of recruitment of talented players, now Damon could join many dots.

All of this made him wonder. Did these people know something beforehand? About how the game was going to change the world?

Damon’s thoughts spiraled.

The President of the United States. World leaders. Titans of influence quietly entering a game that, at the time, was marketed as nothing more than the most immersive virtual reality MMO ever made.

But looking back, how had they known? How had they prepared so thoroughly? Was it just foresight... or had they been tipped off?

Or rather, who was it who tipped them all off?

A name entered his mind. All these players had what they called a God’s blessing. So maybe the person who tipped them was a...

He clenched his fists slowly, his eyes losing focus as paranoia and clarity warred inside his mind. Were the gods real? Were they watching? Had they chosen vessels in advance? And if so, what did that make him? A rogue variable? A mistake?

Or maybe... a threat.

"Hello! Earth to Damon! Earth to Damon!" Kate flicked him on his forehead playfully. "What are you thinking about?"

Damon blinked, pulled back from the depths of his spiraling thoughts by the light tap of Kate’s finger on his forehead. Her mischievous grin was in sharp contrast to the storm that had been brewing in his mind, but it grounded him. Reminded him of the now. Of the people he had to protect.

"What are you thinking about?" she repeated, tilting her head.