SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 52: Cowardly bastard

Arvan snorted. "You need to leave this area right now. This event is for Garth city players. You are not allowed to monopolize it by turning it into your personal massacre ground. Get out. This is enough. Don’t force our hand."

Damon’s eyes glinted, lips quirking upward. "Monopolize?" He stepped forward slowly, the shadows curling around his boots. "I’m not monopolizing anything. I’m just farming. Same as everyone else."

"You’ve turned it into a PvP bloodbath," Lirael snapped. Her voice was sharp, and her golden aura flared, casting a warm glow that contrasted starkly with Damon’s ominous presence.

"Do you even know how many players you have killed? Don’t you know that people can feel pain when they die! Dying here in the game and dying in the real life gives the same amount of pain. Even if they resurrect again, it doesn’t change the fact that you made them experience such pain."

"And how are you any different? Aren’t you threatening me right now?" Damon snorted coldly. Who the fuck was this self-righteous bitch?

Arvan drew his blade. Flames licked one side while ice coiled on the other, giving off a hiss of steam. "This is your last warning. Leave or face the Arcane Dawn’s judgement."

Damon chuckled. "Good. I was starting to get bored of monkeys and newbies." The next second his figure disappeared. However, Lirael immediately casted a divine aura spell revealing his silhouette mid-Shadowstep.

A glowing ring of holy light surged outward from her staff, catching Damon just as he emerged behind her with a claw aimed for her throat. He knew this particular spell. It would place him in a stun for 3 seconds which would be more than enough for everyone to gank him and kill him.

A very sure-fire plan and it would have worked on any other player, except he was not any other player.

He clicked his tongue. "Tch. Clever little cleric."

In a flash, he reversed direction, vanishing again before Arvan’s flaming blade could cleave through where he had just been. The battlefield lit up but in the end, Damon was nowhere to be seen.

At the same time, another player near the perimeter fell. "Blood God is here." Someone shouted. Panic rippled through the Arcane Dawn formation.

"He slipped past us?!"

"No... no way. He was right here!"

"Where is he?! Your bind did not work?"

Players swiveled wildly, scanning the treetops, and the shadows. Arvan’s sword flared hotter, his ice edge thickening in anticipation of a counterstrike, but even he couldn’t hide the flicker of unease in his eyes.

Lirael raised a hand, sweat beading on her temple as her divine aura pulsed outward in waves—each ping attempting to catch a trace, a breath, a shadow. freewebnoveℓ.com

But Damon was gone. Or at least, he was no longer "there."

Another scream rang out from deeper in the zone. A tank-type player—clearly one of Arcane Dawn’s reserves—toppled forward, lifeless, their name tag grayed out before they hit the ground.

[Ding! You have slain player ’ShieldBashington’. Initiating Bloodline Extraction...]

[Skill Acquired: Fortified Hide (Lv.1) — Passive Defense Boost]

Another shout followed. Then another.

And worse, it wasn’t just Damon doing the killing now—his shadow clone was active again, darting through the chaos, harvesting stragglers and looting gear.

Clearly, Arcane Dawn’s words were just a joke. Damon simply did not give them any face. Why must he face them when there were so many weaker prey around him? Why must he give them the opportunity to easily outnumber him? He continued his random playstyle, not giving two shits about the new arrivals.

Because of his play style, the guild members could only split up and search for him. When they did that, they also became more vulnerable. In a matter of seconds, Damon finished off three of the guild members.

"You are a madman!"

"You do not have the courage to fight our guild!" Lirael’s face turned unsightly.

"You are a weak and cowardly bastard who can only hide in the shadow and play tricks. How about you come out to the open and fight me like a man?" Arvan gritted in anger.

All sorts of insults were yelled out, aimed at Damon. However, he simply ignored them, continuing with his spree killing and the occassional elite monkey farming.

The guild couldn’t do anything at all. More of the guild members fell, losing precious loot they had worked hard on. In the end, they quickly regrouped again, only to find that Damon was no longer killing anyone.

A figure appeared on the tree tops as he started hunting the monkeys down.

But the peace did not last. Just when everyone thought that the madness was over, Damon appeared again to slaughter anyone who dared to linger in the zone.

The whole place became a scene of terror. Caught between monkeys and the bastard Blood God, the players simply wanted to get the hell out of there. This was easier said than done.

Finally, someone shouted that there was only one minute left for log out.

All the eyes immediately snapped to look at the treetops and voila, the number of elites had actually started to dwindle down.

"Don’t tell me. He is planning to finish the whole event right now?" Arvan’s jaw clenched hard enough to creak as he watched the kill counts continue, both player and monster.

Lirael’s voice was quiet, but it trembled with fury. "He’s going to steal the clear reward... if he finishes all the elites... he is going to take all the rewards for himself! A single person!"

This would be a slap to the face for the Arcane Dawn guild. They would become a huge joke in the game if a single player managed to steal an entire event right under their noses. However, there was nothing they could do.

At best, they could take a couple of shots at the monkeys but the black-hearted bastard would suddenly go for a different monkey, resulting in whoever that attacked the monkey getting the full aggro. The elites were brutal and once they locked onto a target, they did not go easy. Many players died just like this.