SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 655

Chapter 655: War begins

Soon, the ten minutes evaporated, and Damon finally located the little black furball. He had expected the cat to be hiding in some shadowy corner, hiding from his women. But no.

The cat was sprawled luxuriously on a velvet bed in one of Damon’s chambers, looking like a tiny tyrant who had just conquered her own kingdom.

And beside him...

Riven knelt on one knee, fanning the cat with a feather fan while simultaneously adjusting a silk pillow to support the cat’s head.

Several dishes of finely sliced meat, warm bowls of enchanted milk, and even a plate of shimmering mana-infused sardines were nearby, arranged with more care than a royal banquet.

Damon stared.

The cat lifted her head half a millimeter, glanced at him with the bored disdain of a god observing a mortal, and then yawned, long, slow, deliberately disrespectful, before closing her eyes again.

Damon rubbed his temples. "You’ve got to be kidding me..."

The cat did not respond.

Riven, however, stood stiffly and bowed. "My lord, Lady cat was... distressed earlier. I took the liberty of preparing an environment suitable for her recovery."

Damon sighed and tried again, stepping closer to the bed. "Alright. Alright. I get it. I won’t throw you to the wolves... ahem... my wives next time, okay. I panicked. It won’t happen again. Forgive this poor papa, please?"

The cat opened one eye.

She stared at him in silence for several seconds, judging whether he was worthy of even being acknowledged. Then, very slowly, she stretched out a paw and tapped the plate of sardines expectantly.

Damon blinked. "...You want me to feed you?"

The cat blinked once.

Riven immediately stepped forward. "Allow me, my lord!"

The cat swatted his hand away without even lifting her head.

"Hmmm? You want only me to feed you?" Damon chuckled at the little thing’s antics. "You’re lucky you’re so darn cute," he muttered as he picked up a sardine. He sat down and pampered her for a couple of minutes.

Outside, the war horns began to echo through the land. Inside, Damon fed a tiny, fluffy dictator one sardine at a time.

"So... I am going to be slaughtering a few thousand humans now. Any chance you are interested in joining?"

The cat licked her mouth, satisfied and smug. Hearing Damon’s words, her eyes instantly lit up. She jumped down from her bed, eyes glowing with predatory excitement.

Damon smirked. "Of course you are. You are my cat."

Damon laughed and scooped her into his arms. "Alright, little queen. Let’s go massacre a few guilds."

The system timer finally hit zero. War horns blared across the entire region.

And in the next instant, Damon, the cat, and three hundred thousand confused guild recruits were force-teleported to the outskirts of the Nine Rivers City.

Damon and the cat materialized on a massive grassy plain just outside Nine Rivers City. Three hundred thousand players appeared around him in chaotic waves, blinking, screaming, swearing, tripping over each other, or simply staring up at the sky, wondering what the hell was going on.

The system did not care. It dumped every single member of Blood Domain into the war zone like discarded laundry. A second later, the notifications hit.

[Ding! You have entered the Regional War Zone: Nine Rivers Conflict]

[Ding! Objective Updated: Capture or Destroy All Defensive Nodes.]

[Ding! Warning: All deaths in this zone incur a triple penalty during guild wars.]

The last line caused at least five thousand players to scream immediately.

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