SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 68: Progress

As the sexy version of Ellora bowed before them revealing a second majestic view of the great mountains, the three activated the tokens and left the small shop. The very next moment, they appeared in the dilapidated underground tunnel that led to the deserted blood hall, the main base of the vampires in and around this area.

Damon couldn’t help but wonder if Varnyx would react the same way to Mark and Kate. His question was answered when the old vampire revealed a visibly shocked expression and bowed to the both of them.

"My Lady and my Lord, please forgive this old man for the blood hall’s desolate appearance. Welcome to our humble abode," Varnyx intoned reverently, his deep voice echoing off the cracked stone walls. He lowered himself to one knee, crimson cloak pooling around him like a shadow. "We had not anticipated your descent this soon. The blood stirs, and the sanctum responds."

Kate blinked. "Uh... hi?"

Mark just smiled awkwardly.

Damon shook his head. These two need to learn a lot. Unlike them, he knew how exactly to take advantage of situations. "Lord Varnyx, I met these two newly awakened bloodlings wandering about. They seem to lack the memory of their origin. Perhaps there is some way you can help them to become stronger and reclaim their place in the dark faction."

Varnyx’s gaze sharpened with sudden understanding. "Ah... so they are not merely of the blood, but of the old blood, unaware of their calling." He rose slowly, reverence in every motion. "Then it is my honor... no, my duty, to serve."

Varnyx gestured to the hallway beyond, where the darkness now parted in slow, swirling tendrils. "There is a trial chamber below the sanctum. It was once used to awaken fledgling nobles. If they survive the trial... the blood reveals their path."

"’If’ they survive?" Mark asked, raising a brow.

Varnyx’s smile was gentle... and just a little terrifying. "Growth demands risk, young lord. But fear not. You shall not face it alone."

"Oh? That’s good. Looks like you will have some help." Damon nodded.

But the next second, Varnyx simple added. "I meant your God’s blessing will always be with you."

Damon’s face twitched. "I guess you are screwed then." He smiled bitterly. "These trials are usually tough. Just do your best. No need to risk anything. Especially Kate."

"Yes, Master." Kate playfully winked but Damon quickly grabbed her and looked at her pointedly. "Listen to me, I am not joking. Your condition is weird. I don’t know what’s happening to your body in the real world. So don’t unnecessarily take any risks."

"Geez. Okay. I know, you dummy. I am just playing with you."

"Kate."

"Ok. No more playing. I will listen to you, alright." She pouted.

Varnyx cleared his throat awkwardly. "If my Lordship and my Ladyship would follow me." He led them both further underground and when Damon tried to follow, he quickly turned to give a sharp glance.

"I guess I am not welcome there." Damon chuckled awkwardly. He watched the three of them disappear and then decided to get back to his business. There was a lot that needed to be done and he did not plan on babysitting Mark and Kate forever.

That would only be detrimental to their growth. He helped them get a foothold in the game and now it was upto them to carve out their own path, just like he had.

Damon turned back toward the main blood hall chamber. The small orb on the altar was still glowing faintly. He placed his hand on it and immediately the system panel popped up. Thanks to Blood Wraith he had more than enough money to contribute to the rebuild.

[Quest: Rebuilding the Blood Hall]

The Vampire Race Hall lies in ruins. Do you wish to contribute towards its restoration and become its founding pillar?

Objective: Pledge yourself to the Blood Hall. Donate mana stones, and wealth to aid in its reconstruction.

Reward: Reputation Points

[Blood Hall Restoration Panel]

Contributions:

Gold Coins: 0/10,000

Mana Stones: 0/500

Elite Mana Cores: 0/100

Current Status: Crumbling Ruins (Tier 0)

Next Stage: Shattered Sanctuary (Tier 1)

Damon dumped 1000 gold coins to the panel to start with. He also dumped 100 mana cores he had obtained from the Twilight dungeon and 100 mana cores he had obtained from the elites monkeys from the zone event. It was not the whole amount but it was a big chunk.

Just like he expected, changes started to happen to the blood hall almost immediately. The blood orb flared crimson and small runes started slowly appearing on the cave walls. It looked like it was going to take some time so Damon decided to check out his status screen.

After farming for so long he had amassed a lot of skills and stat points and he still hadn’t checked out his current growth and progress. Since he finally had a minute to sit down, he opened his status screen.

[Blood God]

Class: Primordial Awakening - Class Path Unavailable

Species: Bloodborn

Race: Blood Initiate (Variant)

Bloodline: Fragmented Ancestral Bloodline???

Status Effect: Bloodline Instability (30 days)

Soul Weapon: Bloodreign (Locked)

Titles: Rabbit killer, Banana Reaper, First Awakener, Bromund Slayer, Solo Reaper

Level: 30

Faction: Dark

Health: 11500

Mana: 13400

Vitality: 65

Stamina: 61

Strength: 73 (+10)

Intelligence: 64

Agility: 52 (+10)

Constitution: 48

Luck: 10

Available Stat points: 20

Damon blinked in disbelief. Was this really the status screen of a level 30? It was simply unimaginable. He had to be at least as strong as a level 50 and he wasn’t even grinding stats on purpose.

Not only that he had gained a new stat, luck which was incredibly hard to gain. This meant that some player had lucked out with a luck skill and he managed to grab it from them.

He must’ve pulled it from one of the elite players he drained during the chaos of the Stone-Skinned Monkey event. Some poor fool probably had a rare passive like Child of Fortune or Favored by Fate, and now that ability, or a fraction of it, was embedded somewhere deep in his bloodline.

Damon’s gaze then shifted to the list of his extracted skills. His eyes went as wide as saucers.