SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: The Forest of Doom

Damon did not linger in the grotto anymore and quickly moved out of there after covering himself up in casual clothing. He wanted to give everyone some space and time to relax and adjust to their condition. More than that, his hands were itching for some action. The other type of action.

No matter how warm and grounding the moments with the three of them had been, the unease inside him never fully faded. The world was changing too fast. Power gaps widened overnight, rules rewrote themselves without warning, and events like the Golden Throne didn’t exist for entertainment. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

They were sieves meant to separate the strong from the dead and forgotten. Damon could feel it in his bones. Comfort was a luxury, and lingering in it for too long was dangerous.

Only training, pure, brutal, and focused training, could quiet that restless edge in his chest. He walked away from the camp, step by step, until the familiar sounds of voices and laughter dulled behind him. The wilderness welcomed him with silence.

This was where he belonged. His thoughts became sharp. No distractions. No expectations. Just effort and consequence.

Damon rolled his shoulders once, exhaled, and let his aura leak out just enough to test the surroundings. Somewhere nearby, something strong stirred. Good. If the future insisted on being uncertain, then he would meet it the only way he knew how, by sharpening himself until the uncertainty became inevitability.

Damon’s figure silently disappeared as he shadow stepped behind a humongous salamander. The beast had three heads, and its eyes were sharp and focused. It was a beast that was at the peak of C rank. Even still, its eyes held a lot more intelligence than they should.

This was because the creature was not just any beast. It was a beast that was partially bound to another soul. And not just any soul. It was bound to a soul from the remnants of the Great War. The records mentioned that a long time ago, when this very world was birthed, a Great War transpired between all the races.

The light faction and the dark faction forces had torn the world apart in that era, leaving behind scars that never truly healed. Ruined continents. Broken laws. And souls that refused to pass on, clinging instead to beasts, relics, and forgotten places.

It was not a matter of simple possession. The beasts here were recorded to have completely merged with these lost, vengeful souls, in the end becoming mutated abominations and growing unpredictably strong and powerful.

They were nightmares given flesh, neither truly alive nor properly dead. They remembered war. They remembered hatred. And unlike normal beasts, they learned, and at the same time, they used their powerful natural physique to unleash tremendous power.

They were not corrupted or necrotic, and their minds were mostly intact despite the madness and rage that ravaged them. Many beast tamers had tried to replicate such a beast transmorgification to make their personal army stronger, but no one had succeeded until now.

The records mentioned that some sort of special formation existed in the wilderness, which made all of this possible. Some claimed that the theory was bogus.

Instead, they proposed that the amount of blood seeped into the ground, and the cursed energy in the battlefield naturally gave birth to these abominations. Something like this was possible only in this wilderness, and no one would ever be able to replicate it. The world also did not have to worry about the wilderness spreading.

The salamander skidded backward, tearing a trench through stone and soil, but it didn’t collapse. It dug in, scales glowing brighter as it adjusted posture, stance, timing.

The ground beneath Damon liquefied as the beast slammed its tail down, triggering a delayed eruption meant to trap and incinerate. Damon leapt upward instead, twisting midair as shadows wrapped around his legs.

He descended like a blade. His heel crashed down on one of the heads, shadow and blood reinforcing the strike. Scales shattered, and the head slammed into the earth with a concussive boom.

If he had activated his poison field, he could have already ended the fight, but he did not want to go there just yet. He wanted to train some more of his other strengths, not just rely on poison all the time.

The beast shrieked. The remaining two heads moved in perfect coordination, one biting upward while the other expelled a spiraling stream of powerful flames. It was just ordinary flames, but the power held in them was unexpectedly shocking.

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