SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 733 We need to run

"How are you here? How is this possible?" Necrogod stuttered. Each memory storm permitted entry to just one individual. He had watched several groups try forcing their way in together, but they always failed no matter how many attempts they made. So how could this happen? How had this jerk slipped inside?

Moreover… he too… Necrogod swallowed hard upon checking his status once more. It persisted. All the stats he had forfeited remained intact. His life force, vigor, power—everything was gradually returning. Though still below his starting peak, it offered plenty for a real fighting chance. He swallowed again and raised his eyes, suddenly freezing in horror. Necrogod gasped sharply, staring mutely at the six corpses sprawled across the ground. Those enormous demonic beasts, invincible giants mere moments earlier, now slumped lifelessly with blackened veins, liquefied eyes, and brains oozing from their ears. Their blood essence leaked out, surging directly toward Damon.

Not only Necrogod sensed it. Pin-drop silence enveloped the entire area, the colosseum spectators rigid like him, even the entity perched on the massive throne. Everyone stood utterly stupefied.

Only Damon stirred, summoning another blood spear aimed straight at Necrogod. "Dude, some more stats coming your way!"

Necrogod nodded blankly while pulling up his status screen anew. "This jerk…" he whispered, his heart flooding with gratitude and warmth.

With the challenge resolved, the memory storm dissipated, expelling both from the memory realm. They even materialized back at the exact same location, united in the primary trial zone.

"Wow. How about that? It looks like we can actually do this thing together now? Isn't that amazing? By the way, what's wrong with your legendary item?" Damon asked casually, striding toward Necrogod to offer a hand up.

Necrogod gawked at him in stunned silence.

"What? Are you thinking how this is possible?" Damon mused thoughtfully, glancing around while stroking his chin. "I think it's because you are my follower. I wasn't able to bring any followers with me, but if you qualified for the event on your own and came in on your own, I guess this is allowed. We should enter another memory storm to check."

"Right." Necrogod nodded faintly.

"The only bad thing is… I got only one memory shard, which automatically combined with my memory orb. So none for you, I guess, before I finish this thing at least. Or maybe followers are not qualified for the event to begin with?"

Necrogod nodded once more, staying silent.

"What? Why are you staring at me like this? Are you pissed that I ruined your chances of claiming the golden throne? It might not be the case. I am just saying that it's possible."

"...."

"That reminds me." Damon swiftly conjured another blood spear, then jabbed it at Necrogod. The man's eyes widened as a fresh surge of power and vitality rushed through him. In moments, he recovered every bit he had lost.

Necrogod could no longer stay composed. He rose to his feet, fists clenched tight, cheeks flushing crimson. "How are you doing this? How are you able to replenish my stats? Are you using some precious treasure?"

Damon rubbed his head sheepishly. "Something like that." He replied evasively.

Necrogod served as his official follower now, yet Damon hesitated to disclose his bloodline secrets so soon. Even with Necrogod's loyalty, methods existed for extracting such knowledge, akin to his BloodThrall skill and Mental Corruption skill. That was precisely why he kept it from everyone else.

Necrogod refrained from pressing further, merely nodding.

Noticing his quiet demeanor, Damon cleared his throat awkwardly and scanned for the next memory storm to tackle. "Oh, I see one there. Let's go." Damon turned to dash that way when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Thank you," Necrogod muttered, face burning scarlet. "I will… pay you back for this."

Damon recognized the gravity in his words but couldn't suppress a laugh at the fool's expense. Necrogod—pale, blushing furiously, and shaking—resembled a shoujo anime lead confessing beneath cherry blossoms.

"Bro," Damon gasped, wheezing. "Why is your face red?"

Necrogod's expression soured at once. "I… That's not!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Damon threw up both hands in defeat. "Relax."

Necrogod breathed out slowly, fighting to steady himself, though the shame still clung on. Damon's look gentled somewhat. "You don't owe me a thing," he stated with more calm. "Didn't you aid me not long ago? This is simply my small way of giving thanks. Plus, I'm the one gaining from your hardship. I picked up an elite follower. You'll be calling me Master from now on, won't you?"

Necrogod stiffened up. Color fled his already ashen face in an instant, nearly a sight to behold. "What?"

Damon crossed his arms and cocked his head, struggling yet failing to curb the smirk blooming on his face. "I mean, on paper… follower status. Doesn't that put me above you? So starting today…"

Fearing the man might blow up from humiliation, Damon quit the teasing and moved toward the approaching memory storm. "Let's head out. We might encounter a golden storm or two and learn what it's truly about."

Necrogod paused there an extra half-second, gazing at Damon's back. "You're incredible," he whispered to himself, but then he trailed along.

Underfoot, the red sands churned restlessly as the next memory storm took shape far off. Damon came to a halt, sharply altering his path. Unlike before, this whirlwind packed more density, a tighter coil, with winds screeching rather than howling. Threads of golden glow flashed now and then inside the scarlet vortex.

"Oh?" His eyes sharpened. "Spot that? Our fortune keeps climbing. You set, Necrogod?"

Necrogod flinched. "Just Vlad, alright." His gaze shifted to the memory storm, face transforming. "Golden storm! That's a Golden storm without doubt! Damon, we gotta bolt! Right now! Once it's fully shaped, no escaping it. Trust me."