SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 692 A narrow escape

Damon lifted the vial up to his gaze. The fluid within shifted through shades of violet, black, and a nauseating green. Even the cork bore old runes designed to stop any unintended spills. La Rocha had spoken true about the lethal nature of his gathered toxins.

Damon possessed limited knowledge on runes and briefly considered querying Ellora regarding those etched onto the container, yet the moment his mind brushed against it, details flooded his thoughts. Instructions on managing the vial appeared crystal clear, along with the identity of the toxin it held.

"That scoundrel kept this from me entirely." Damon smacked his lips in annoyance. Fortunately, he hadn't just uncorked the cursed item and perished instantly. For the toxin sealed inside wasn't some common venom. It bore the name "Heavenly Sin."

This substance ranked among the notorious toxins across the multiverse. As Damon delved deeper into its description, his pulse quickened with dread. Its fame and high demand stemmed from its rare ability to injure even an Ascended entity.

Heavenly Sin.

Damon allowed the knowledge to sink in, his fingers clenching firmer on the vial. "A thing capable of wounding an A rank… Huuuu…" He breathed out heavily. Without delay, he stowed the perilous object into his inventory, banishing it from sight.

Just yesterday, Damon had been rattled by a B rank pursuer closing in, grasping the immense divide at the pinnacle of strength. Now, he had nearly ended himself with a weapon that threatened A ranks, vanishing without a clue to his fate.

Good thing he wasn't the sort to tear into unknowns without checking details first. Had he done so, he and his whole kin might have tumbled into rebirth together, assuming such a cycle truly awaited.

Damon released a long breath.

"It's no surprise that fool grinned while passing this over."

La Rocha couldn't have known of Damon's toxin-resistant frame, yet he'd ensured self-sabotage regardless. Damon felt certain the alerts and runes existed solely due to their binding system agreement. Absent that, death would have claimed him sooner.

Making a silent vow to tread warily around the man henceforth, Damon fetched the following toxin with caution. He had no intention of employing any, of course. He wasn't foolish enough to trust his toxin immunity fully. The legacy proved immensely potent, but he suspected several more loops were required before tackling such fatal brews.

Currently, these could at best catch foes off guard in a sudden strike. He'd need to activate a flawless barrier skill simultaneously. Fail that, and he'd drop dead too, an outcome he aimed to avoid.

Still, flawless barriers varied in potency. A move like Divine Interference, halting all assaults for two seconds, could falter against toxins. Plus, in that brief window, escape was essential. Linger, and doom followed once more.

Damon pressed on, examining toxin after toxin, pondering tactics to turn them beneficial, yet ultimately drew blanks. As expected, none suited his present state.

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Damon pressed on, examining toxin after toxin, pondering tactics to turn them beneficial, yet ultimately drew blanks. As expected, none suited his present state.

All items returned to his inventory, accompanied by a heavy sigh. Whenever he sensed an edge, that wretched foe somehow outmaneuvered him. Nevertheless, these toxin containers remained invaluable treasures. Useless now, perhaps, but destined to become decisive aces later.

With another sigh, he stored the vials securely. Damon then devoted the following hours to drills with the soul-bound captive, as his blood projections dissected the poisons. Afterward, he chose to plunge back into the wilds. The Forest of Doom's depths barely touched, he craved deeper exploration for greater yields.

This round, Damon accelerated the pace. He called forth shadow duplicates and shadow creatures for reconnaissance once more. No dallying—he dispatched battles swiftly, reaping kills at a furious rate.

C rank monstrosities on the wilds' fringes dwindled alarmingly fast beneath his assault.

Following several solid hours of combat and skill trials, he withdrew to camp. He'd already summoned the six women, who gathered promptly in the familiar cavern for fresh meridian activations.

Damon sensed readiness for two additional sessions. He sought Kaelthorn and the Third first, but both focused intensely on practice. So he beckoned Mallana and Arya instead. Erin and Ellora waited too, yet with most channels unlocked, he favored the pair lagging behind.

He summoned them swiftly, eager to map their energy routes at minimum. Erin's form alone promised fresh insights, potentially unveiling hidden channels within himself. Even a trace of draconic lineage marked a physique as extraordinary, regardless of dilution.

Erin, of course, jumped at the chance to assist, and spotting her peers, she led by eagerly disrobing and presenting herself for Damon's whims.

Damon massaged his forehead amid the array of bare figures, knowing whispers of lechery would hound him, yet shrugging it off. Nearly all had ascended to C rank, and he yearned to bolster their forms rapidly and thoroughly. No woman of his deserved helplessness or fragility, particularly when duties pulled him elsewhere.

Aiding his parents this way proved tough, given their novice status, but these ladies had advanced impressively through effort. A nudge from him would propel them far.

Damon dedicated the ensuing hour to their enhancement before launching into fresh pursuits. He charged ahead relentlessly, felling abomination beasts in droves, so the interlude served to ease his mounting strain.

A full day blurred past in such frenzy, carrying Damon into the wilds' core. Here, creatures grew far more savage, wielding cunning stratagems. His venom lost bite against them steadily.

Meanwhile, a fresh challenge emerged.