SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 666

Chapter 666 A different kind of tax

While Skyfall City silently fell, its entire region now covered by dense, poisonous miasma, completely uninhabitable, the rest of the world finally caught up to the new developments, and a massive outrage followed.

The outrage was volcanic. Forums exploded. Newsfeeds broke. Streamers screamed into their microphones. Reaction videos were made faster than Skyfall's NPCs were dying. Every major guild across the continent was thrown into full-blown crisis mode.

It seemed impossible for a single person to control the entire game using poison, but that was exactly what Damon was doing.

And there was nothing anyone could do about it.

All of a sudden, alchemists became highly sought after, and guilds were recruiting alchemists left and right, sparing no expense for their development. Alchemists became more valuable than S-rank tanks, more sought after than legendary weapon crafters. Guilds were throwing mountains of gold at anyone who could even pretend to know what an antidote was.

"Fifty gold per hour! We'll fund your lab!"

"We'll give you a mansion! Just brew something!"

"Hiring alchemists! Zero experience required! If you can hold a potion bottle, you qualify!" However, things like that took time. The alchemists themselves were panicking.

"We don't have recipes for that poison!"

"What do you mean it's a hybrid neuro-rot mana corrosion viral decay essence-bleed mixture?! What the hell am I supposed to do with this information?"

One couldn't become a master alchemist overnight. Not that a master alchemist could magically brew an antidote to the poison. Even if one reached the famed grandmaster level, it's still doubtful if they would be able to come up with something to counter this unholy poison that the man was spewing out everywhere.

No amount of theory or potion lore could fully counter a poison crafted by someone whose entire body was a living laboratory of toxic arts. The world was forced to accept an uncomfortable truth.

Earth Online had no natural counter for Damon's existence. Skyfall had fallen. Nine Rivers had fallen.

The NPCs were still not completely aware of the threat. They were merely discussing the new development and talking about what was happening, and just now starting to take notice, but the players knew better than that. Every single light faction player was already trembling, wondering which city would be next.

It was not easy to grind reputation in a city, earn favor with the NPCs, and finally build enough clout to start a guild base. In these two to three months, not many had accomplished an impressive feat like that. Only the top guilds with hundreds of thousands of players had that privilege.

The others had merely made progress towards this goal. The average player level was around 50, and the guilds were only just now starting to compete over establishing dominance in dungeon runs and setting first clear achievements.

For most players, it took weeks, sometimes months, to establish themselves in a single location.

And Damon had erased two of them in under an hour.

Players who had spent countless hours building relationships with Skyfall's NPCs, completing escort quests, fetching rare herbs, or braving low-level dungeons for favor points… all watched their progress vanish in a cloud of death.

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