SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 - Malakar, Reaper of Fields (Lv. ???)

[Ding! World Event Triggered — The Black Harvest Rises]

World Boss Unsealed: Malakar, Reaper of Fields (Lv. ???)

Every single player in the vicinity heard the system announcements. A heavy silence fell over the plaza, and then the chaos erupted.

"A world boss? Fuck yes! Let's do this!"

"Oh my god, what city is this? First, the hidden quest for all the priest class players, and now this world boss!"

"Ya, thank god I decided to come to this city. Hey, I am starting with a holy cleanse. Back me up."

"I think whoever does maximum damage will get the credit for the world boss kill."

"Shut up! This daddy here will take it all."

"Everyone Golden Dragons guild has officially claimed this world boss. Please leave now. Otherwise, prepare to become an enemy of the Golden Dragons."

"Golden Dragons? Who the fuck are you? This here is my boy. You get lost."

All the players quickly started running towards the fountain and gathering in the area. A world boss meant a lot of experience points, high-tier rewards, and gold coins. No one wanted to miss such a golden opportunity.

Many had already started preparing their attacks when the farmer's aged body suddenly surged with power and started contorting in twisted angles. His spine arched unnaturally, bones cracking like dry twigs as his skin darkened to a bark-like gray.

Veins bulged like writhing worms beneath the surface, glowing with a sickly green hue. His eyes—once bloodshot and broken—now blazed with a fierce, malevolent light, like lanterns lit in the pits of hell.

A grotesque halo of withered crops and shadowed mist erupted behind him. The old man—no longer a man—let out a choking sob that morphed into a howl of anguish and hatred so raw it made players' vision momentarily blur.

This was when everyone realized that something was wrong. Players who had been charging up spells or drawing weapons began to hesitate. A few took uncertain steps back. The monster in front of them seemed simply too strong.

And then it hit.

A pulse of sickly green light erupted from the transformed farmer's body, and the entire plaza was swallowed in a wave of oppressive decay. Stone cracked. The grass blackened. Players screamed as their health bars instantly plummeted—some by half, others all the way to zero.

[Ding! You are afflicted by: Withering Curse (Stacking)]

Effect: -3% HP per second. Duration: Infinite until removed by Divine Cleanse (Advanced Tier).

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"HELP! I'M DYING!"

Everyone around her seemed to have the same type of thoughts, and the remaining players started retreating as fast as they could.

However, in the midst of this chaos, one player alone charged ahead.

Damon was still in his beginner set of linen pants and shirt as he casually ran to the monstrosity. Perhaps it was because of all the bloodshed around him, he was in such a good mood. His blood was boiling with excitement.

His fangs itched to taste the divine blood spilled all around. His eyes gleamed like twin rubies in the storm of death and decay. The smell of rot, fear, and corrupted mana filled the air, and to Damon, it was intoxicating.

He sprinted straight into the heart of the battlefield, dodging vines and leaping over twitching corpses with graceful, almost arrogant ease. His footfalls barely stirred the ground. To the fleeing players, it looked like he was some kind of high-level player, and yet it was only day 2 of the game launch. He couldn't possibly be a high-level player.

"Who is that lunatic?!"

"Is he suicidal?"

"How is he dodging all the vines? This is complete bullshit! How could his stats be so high?"

Aurora's sharp gaze snapped to him. Her lips parted slightly in surprise. "It's the dagger in his hands," she whispered.

And she was not wrong.

Damon gripped the small, rusted dagger tightly in his hand. This dagger held the secret to taking down the world boss—and only he had access to it.