SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 715 What a cute little vampire

The Crown Prince jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. What...?

Hard, freezing stone pressed against his spine. He sucked in a jagged, gasping breath as his chest heaved, sheer panic overwhelming him. He lived. He could sense his heartbeat. Although agony burned through every fiber of his being, this torment served as proof of his survival.

This outcome should have been impossible. The memory of the blood-red scythe was vivid in his mind, along with the precise moment of its descent. He had been absolutely certain that death was waiting for him.

Before his gaze, a translucent azure window shimmered into view—a slave contract.

The Crown Prince stared at Damon with a look that defied easy interpretation. "Do not look at me," Damon stated with cold indifference.

"Had it been solely my decision, you would be corpses already. Unfortunately, your sister keeps holding onto affection for you despite your multiple attempts to murder her. What can I say? She is a fool, but she remains my fool, and I am obligated to accommodate her whims. Sign this and retain your breath, or refuse and meet your end. Those are your only paths."

Damon loathed being forced into this, but ignoring the woman weeping bitterly just a few paces away was impossible. What sort of husband would allow himself to discard this wretch against her wishes?

Turning his back, a clear sign that he was done, Damon muttered, "Decide at your own pace. You will not need much time." With a slow exhale, he waved his hand.

A chorus of translucent panels materialized, dozens of them appearing directly before the C-rank experts scattered across the pulverized hall. While it would have been simpler to execute the lot of them, there was far too much latent potential currently arrayed before him.

The nine hidden orders had spent decades cultivating these individuals; erasing them entirely, particularly the survivors of the primary assault, would be a senseless waste.

Damon specifically coveted the puppeteers renowned for their golem construction. He was fairly certain the premier golem craft genius resided within this order, though he currently lacked the time to sift through this riffraff to unearth that singular talent.

He conceded to provide them a final opportunity. The choice to accept or perish rested entirely with them.

As the slave contracts hovered before the C-ranks, stunned gasps filled the air.

"Slave contracts...?"

"Is he being serious?"

"After committing such acts, you expect us to-"

Damon’s aura tightened, suppressing their voices into silence instantly. "I could slaughter every one of you," he remarked with the casual tone of someone discussing the weather. "And honestly? That would be far more convenient." Blood dripped through the air around him, suspended in a crimson mist.

"Yet, you have value," he continued. "The hidden orders invested decades into grooming, sharpening, and pouring resources into you. To discard that investment would be foolish." His icy, scrutinizing eyes swept over the group.

Terrified glances passed between several C-ranks. "I am offering a second chance," Damon declared. "Not because you merit it, but because it serves my ends." He paused briefly. "What you make of this opportunity is strictly up to you."

A few trembling hands reached out toward the flickering contracts. Others faltered, their faces drained of color, eyes brimming with terror and resentment. Damon refused to pressure them, standing motionless with his blood aura simmering while he waited.

Behind him, Alzara observed silently, tears lingering on her cheeks while relief began to eclipse her despair. Even the Emperor appeared staggered, clearly having never anticipated this turn of events.

On the floor, the Crown Prince glared at the contract, his teeth gritted until they threatened to splinter. Pride fought against the instinct for survival. He found the humiliation impossible to swallow, a sentiment mirrored by many of the C-ranks gnashing their teeth nearby.

Damon offered only a shrug. It seemed a wholesale slaughter was unavoidable after all. He raised a hand, and the blood began to churn once more, yet at that exact instant, a melodic peal of laughter echoed through the ruin, announcing the arrival of a woman radiant amidst the wreckage.

Her emerald hair undulated like foliage in a gentle gust as she moved forward, her bare feet never quite brushing the blood-stained marble. Each footfall triggered faint ripples in the atmosphere. She possessed an exquisite beauty, defined by her voluptuous figure and a mature aura that only enhanced her magnetic pull.

"My, my," she chimed softly, her clear voice ringing out, strikingly incongruous with the carnage surrounding them. "To arrive just in time to witness something so... marvelous."

Yet, no sensible person would mistake her for a gentle beauty, for her eyes betrayed the chaos within. Hers were the eyes of a manic psycho, alight with an unmistakable glint of madness.

She swept her gaze over the ruined hall, scanning the corpses and the cowering survivors. Her eyes held no trace of trepidation, only profound amusement and curiosity.

"So this is the Blood God whom everyone has been whispering about," she said, her green eyes finally anchoring onto Damon. "I was beginning to suspect the legends were overstated."

The Emperor’s pupils shrunk. His hand twitched, the reflexive reaction of a monarch recognizing a variable he failed to calculate. Both he and Alzara cried out in unison: "Blood God! That is the mad witch Namina! Maintain your guard!"

Namina chuckled, clearly delighted. "Oh my. I see my reputation remains untarnished." Placing a hand over her heart, she faked offense. "A mad witch? That is quite hurtful. I prefer the title of eccentric benefactor of the natural order."

Several surviving C-ranks stiffened in place, seemingly finding the bloodsucker more palatable than whatever this woman represented.

"Now, where were we?" She tilted her gaze toward Damon. "You desire to conquer these endless sands as the new emperor? What a precious little vampire... Are you trying to consume more than your belly can hold? Brat, you aren't even old enough to stop nursing. Why so avaricious?"

She licked her lips while regarding Damon with lust-filled eyes, and immediately, Damon sensed a profound, indescribable threat.