SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 729 Company

After an endless stretch of time, Damon at last broke free from that cursed memory world. That jerk had forced him to repeat the cuts countless times until every tiny detail was flawless.

The most infuriating bit was getting booted out of the memory world right before he could savor even a single bite of the scrumptious feast he'd slaved over. The scent was utterly irresistible, leaving Damon drooling nonstop, yet he was ruthlessly ejected the moment the task was done.

The ordeal left a sour taste lingering in his mouth. If it had been ordinary grub, he might not have minded. But never in his life had he encountered such a drool-worthy aroma, not even surpassing his finest feast from the Crimson Mountains at one of the major families there. Shaking his head, Damon pulled himself together and turned his attention to the memory shard ahead. He seized it, and the second one emerged from his inventory automatically, fusing together with it.

'Hmmm… Guess I'm collecting these shards.' Damon sighed and scanned the horizon for more storms. No sudden upheavals targeted him from the ground, which came as a shock.

He began scouting the area next. Surprisingly, no storms raged in the north, south, or west directions. It was only eastward that he encountered another. Pressing on that way, the storms grew more frequent.

Before long, Damon faced storm after storm, snagging 20 memory shards in mere minutes by conquering twenty distinct memory worlds.

Adding those to his existing pair made twenty-two altogether, yet he remained far from assembling a complete memory artifact, which appeared to form a spherical shape.

Damon rubbed his head in thought. He felt certain this was leading somewhere, though exactly where eluded him. For now, his strategy was to plunge into additional memory worlds until something shifted. It was a plan as good as any.

Yet out of nowhere, while hunting for the next storm, he noticed something fresh: familiar figures!

'Fuck ya!' Damon bolted toward the cluster. He didn't know their names, but they hailed from the hidden families for sure. In his prior life, he'd spotted them, dismissed by most—including himself—as mere extras with no real fame, but now wisdom had dawned on him.

These must rank as the hidden families' premier elites. How else could they have advanced so deep into the game and this enigmatic Golden Throne event?

Red sands swirled underfoot as Damon narrowed the gap. Five in total—three guys, two gals—had cornered another figure.

Damon's eyes bulged in recognition of the trapped one: Necrogod. But the youth's pallid face now lacked any fire. He quivered uncontrollably, radiating frailty. Up close, his frame had wasted away to mere skin and bones.

Beside him crouched another: the Deviant King Mo Cheng of the Chinese super guild. In his former life, they'd battled often, with Necrogod always prevailing. No super guild could rival him. Yet here, fate seemed to veer off course.

'Why cling so stubbornly? You're basically done for already. Why not surrender?' Mo Cheng sneered. 'You know I had no hand in this mess. A memory storm beat you fair and square. You've forfeited claim to that legendary item. Such a treasure in a loser's grip is wasted. Better you pass it to me. Why doom a magnificent gear to decay in this wasteland?'

Damon had triggered [Stealth], remaining undetected. He observed and overheard it all crystal clear. Glancing back at the boy, he grasped the toll of failing a memory storm.

Mo Cheng rose a bit, relishing the moment. 'You ought to thank me,' he drawled on. 'Without me, some brute would've claimed you. At least I'm granting a swift end. Give it up, and I'll let you slip away painless.'

Necrogod just offered a wry smile, staying silent and staring ahead.

'Tell me, how was that golden sandstorm? What scenario hit you inside?' Mo Cheng pressed further.

Damon got another jolt. So memory storms varied in tiers? This was brand new intel. Suddenly, it clicked.

These golden memory storms outclassed the standard variety in difficulty. That likely explained Necrogod's flop in his memory world. The group had chanced upon his vulnerable state and now hunted his legendary item.

Damon wasted no more time. This unknown realm held too many secrets, and more foes lurked nearby. Anything could erupt. Quick resolution was key.

Before Mo Cheng uttered another syllable, a blood barrier enveloped Necrogod. Simultaneously, toxic miasma erupted, engulfing the entire group.