SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: You are basically dead

"The wyrm? The battle?" Damon woke up with a start, his voice hoarse. His eyes shot open, slits of red-gold, burning faintly even in the dark.

For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. The air smelled faintly of moss, wet stone, and soil. A ceiling of dark, jagged stone loomed above him. He was definitely not in the scorched and ruined city anymore.

He tried to sit up but groaned as his body screamed in protest. Every muscle felt like it had been torn apart and restitched with fire. His skin still bore molten vein-like cracks, glowing softly under the surface. His fingers trembled. His body shivered. It was as if he were completely drained and exhausted without a single bit of energy left.

A rustle nearby drew his gaze. Ghost leaned casually against the cavern wall, one knee drawn up, arms crossed. "You’re alive," he said dryly. "Your health is at fucking one dude. How the hell are you alive? I was pretty damn sure you would die in the next couple of hours."

Damon chuckled, though doing that made his entire body hurt all over again. "Ah, fuck me." He cursed and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he nodded with his eyes still closed. "Thank you, I guess. For saving me?"

Ghost scoffed. "What are you talking about? I simply shadow-stepped. Nothing big. At least nothing like what you have done for me. You were correct, by the way. The legacy I picked up is some very shady shit. This Umbra bastard wants to take over my body or something like that. See this."

Ghost all of a sudden fished out some sort of worm from his spatial ring. "This is a parasite of some kind. My so-called top-tier mythical grade, hidden legacy, tried to silently put this parasite inside of me."

Damon raised a brow as he examined the small creature. There was no mana signature from it, and yet it was unique and mysterious in ways he couldn’t understand.

Seeing his questioning gaze, Ghost lightly laughed. "Ya, even I have no idea what the hell is this shit. I did do a couple of experiments, though. Let me tell you. The results were not great. Pretty vile and horrifying. Basically, the host of this thing becomes a mindless killing machine, only focused on evolving and progressing."

"You mean..."

"Yup. The wolf I fed it to became C-rank in the span of a few days. But its soul couldn’t handle it anymore, and in the end, it exploded into a mess of black sludge and broken shadows."

Ghost’s tone remained casual, but the glint in his eye was anything but. "Not even a proper death scream. It just burst apart like a rotten fruit left too long in the sun."

Damon leaned back against the jagged stone, breath shallow. "I see.. It’s good that you figured it out."

Ghost snorted. "A little late. I am already too deep in. Now everything is a constant struggle."

Damon didn’t speak for a moment. He simply watched Ghost, noting the tension in his posture, the way his fingers tapped absently against the hilt of his dagger, as if ready to stab not just enemies, but the very thing festering inside him.

"You could’ve left it," Damon finally said, voice low. "Abandoned the legacy the moment you realized something was wrong."

"I could’ve," Ghost agreed, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. "But that would’ve meant walking away with nothing. Tell me, Blood God... would you walk away with nothing?"

Damon did not answer.

Ghost gave a slow, humorless smile. "Anyway. Enough about me. How are you doing? Do you need some health potion or something?"

Damon let out a sigh. He reached into his inventory and took out one of the high-grade health potions, making Ghost slightly shocked. "Rich bastard." The guy grumbled and walked out to give Damon some space.

Damon leaned his head back against the stone wall, the potion glowing faintly in his hand like liquid ruby. He stared at it for a long second before uncorking it and drinking in slow gulps.

Warmth spread through his chest, comforting warmth, but the next moment, Damon’s eyes widened in shock. His health was still 1?! How was this possible?

No. In fact, even from the healing process, he could feel it. Something was wrong. Something was still missing. He could feel it. The fact that he needed a health potion was itself a sign. Just blood should have healed him. What was going on?

Right now, he should be floating in power-ups. He killed the damn thing, didn’t he? Wait, did he?

Damon hurriedly pulled up all the system notifications and then forced himself to calm down as his sudden movements had once again triggered a wave of pain in his body. He couldn’t even open his eyes, and he felt extremely fatigued.

[Ding! Your soul is currently injured. Exercise caution.]

[Ding! You are in a state of Overdrawn Essence. Immediate rest recommended.]

The next second, Damon found himself kicked out of the game as his vision darkened and he once again appeared back in the real world. Back in the castle.

Damon was speechless, but there were things he needed to do back in the game. His entire fucking family was thrown into prison, and he needed to deal with it. This soul injury had come at the most inconvenient time.

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