SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770: A pitiful life?

Damon did not waste time and quickly teleported to the exact location his bloodline thread pointed to. He appeared inside a small bakery. No one noticed. His [Stealth] was still active.

The warm smell of fresh bread filled the room. Fire crackled softly inside the stone oven while flour dust floated lazily through the air.

There was a middle-aged man who was kneading dough frantically. "Oh shit. I am super late today. I have a dozen delivery orders today." He murmured as he continued kneading.

This guy right here possessed the same primordial bloodline as him? Damon couldn’t believe it. Not only was mana absent, but the world did not even have modern inventions and electricity. It was truly a backwater world.

Damon stood silently behind the man, his [Stealth] still perfectly active, crimson eyes studying him carefully.

The middle-aged baker wiped sweat from his forehead with his sleeve while aggressively kneading a mound of dough. "Damn it... if I don’t finish these before sunrise, the mayor’s wife is going to yell at me again..." He grabbed another sack of flour and dumped it onto the table.

Damon stared. There was no mistake. Deep inside the man’s chest, buried beneath layers of completely ordinary human life force, was the same crimson spark Damon carried within himself, a fragment of the Primordial Bloodline.

Damon folded his arms slowly. "This is absurd."

Out of all the terrifying beings scattered across the multiverse carrying fragments of the same ancient bloodline... one of them had become a bread baker in a mana-dead medieval town. This man had the same potential as him, and yet he lived such a pitiful life.

And he was about to die an even more pitiful death.

A small drop of blood appeared, and it was about to decimate the baker when suddenly Damon stopped it. The next moment, a little girl barely four years old came rushing into the shop. "Papa, papa, I am here."

The little girl burst through the door like a tiny hurricane, her small feet thumping loudly against the wooden floor. Flour puffed into the air as she crashed straight into the baker’s leg and hugged him tightly.

The man almost lost his balance. "Hey! Careful, baby!" he laughed, steadying himself with one hand on the table. "You’ll send the dough flying."

The girl giggled and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Mama said I can help today!"

"Did she now?" The baker raised an eyebrow dramatically. "Help with the bread?"

"Yes!" she declared proudly.

Damon watched silently from the shadows.

The baker wiped his hands on a cloth and crouched down in front of the girl. "Well then, apprentice baker," he said seriously, placing a small lump of dough in her hands, "your first task."

The girl gasped as if she had been entrusted with the fate of the world. "Yes, sir!" She immediately began smashing the dough with both hands. It flattened into a messy blob.

The baker laughed. "Alright, maybe... less smashing." He ruffled her hair. "Look at that. Perfect bread already."

"It’s not bread yet!" The little girl protested.

While they were playing around, a beautiful woman walked into the shop. "Dear, you’re already behind schedule again, aren’t you?"

The woman stepped inside carrying a basket of fresh eggs. Morning sunlight followed her through the doorway, casting a warm glow across the bakery.

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