SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 734 Golden Storm

Damon stood motionless. "Run?" he echoed, shaking his head. "No chance. Have you forgotten? It's not only you anymore. You and me together, buddy. We're claiming victory in this entire ordeal."

"No, you're missing the point. This is essentially an SSS rank quest setup. Get it? Failure carries heavy penalties. I'm pretty much worthless at the moment. Yeah, my stats have improved a bit, but my legendary staff remains a mere stick. Without hitting 2000 intelligence, I can't wield it. I'm not as powerful as before."

"Alright. So 2000 is the target? No problem. We'll make it happen."

"What are you even saying? Stop spouting nonsense. Don't you possess that unique primordial status? Why gamble it all on this event? Better to bide our time and tackle regular memory storms. The event will conclude eventually, and we can head back. Hear me out, the risks are enormous-"

Cutting him off, Damon quietly summoned six more blood spears and launched them at Necrogod, leaving the man's jaw dropping in stunned silence. "I wasn't finished, incidentally. I merely paced it so your body could properly absorb everything. That's it. Now quit acting cowardly and embrace it."

Necrogod gaped wordlessly as notification after notification kept appearing before his eyes. Immense power surged into his frame at an insane rate, invigorating him and transforming him from within.

Blue alerts cascaded across his view.

[+150 Intelligence]

[+90 Vitality]

[+120 Strength]

[+…]

[+…]

The influx persisted relentlessly.

Every blood spear melted into him like glowing liquid. Pure essence inundated his center. His mana reserves, depleted like a fractured reservoir earlier, now expanded fiercely, fortifying and steadying under the intense force.

Necrogod stumbled back. "What is this…" His words faltered amid another powerful rush. Damon had summoned yet another batch of blood spears.

All the strength Necrogod had forfeited to this realm was now forcefully restored. His skeleton vibrated. His sinews scorched. The surrounding atmosphere warped as dark vapor seeped from his pores, only to be drawn back in and purified.

[1,642 Intelligence → 1,781 → 1,924 → 2,003]

As soon as it surpassed 2000… Necrogod's staff responded. The plain wooden rod in his grasp quivered abruptly. Ancient runes blazed along its shaft. The skull gem atop it sparked with intense purple flames.

Necrogod drew a sharp breath. The restriction was lifted at last. He had feared his vampiric transformation might cause rejection, yet it seemed unfounded. The staff pulsed with life—no longer asleep. Mana erupted in a ferocious blast, and a mighty presence emanated from him. Necrogod straightened up, defiance igniting in his gaze. So this defined a primordial? This infuriating guy held such unchecked power?

"I'm prepared," Necrogod declared, thoughts racing through his head. "Blood God, let me state this plainly."

"Hmm?"

"I'll trail you into the depths of hell. I'll stick with you regardless of destination or peril ahead, but solely until I surpass you. Someday, I'll lead the way, not trail behind. Yet nothing alters." "From this moment, I'll be your staunchest ally eternally. Whatever challenge arises, rely on me. Whether I lead or follow. If this displeases you, reclaim all you've bestowed."

Damon laughed lightly. Others might take offense, but he grasped the man's true meaning. "Deal sounds solid. Better honor it. Especially should you outpace me."

Dismissing the topic, he pivoted toward the golden storm. Necrogod trailed without delay. He recognized his power was largely restored, yet it brought no joy. For the first time, resentment toward his legendary weapon stirred. Necrogod eyed it intently as they approached the golden storm.

The golden storm mirrored a standard memory storm in sensation. The ripping pull. The spatial contortion. The fleeting, sickening rift between soul and body. All felt routine. But the realm within was…

Damon blinked in surprise. He wasn't positioned in a barren wasteland. Nor within a grand colosseum. Nor amid a chaotic battlefield. Instead, he sat at the head of a massive banquet table in a setting resembling a majestic royal palace. Towering chandeliers dangled above, walls bore intricate decorations, and dazzling ornaments sparkled everywhere. Each table setting shone flawlessly, featuring polished silver utensils, gleaming crystal goblets, and dishes piled with luxurious treats emitting an irresistibly opulent fragrance.

Every seat around the table was filled. The men and women donned regal outfits far surpassing typical noble garb. These garments were enchanted and woven from rare materials. Damon could instantly discern that the robes functioned as potent cloth armor, strong enough to deflect a C-rank strike, possibly even higher. He glanced downward, noting his own attire was equally formidable—and superior. His stats and levels remained fully preserved. No debuffs hindered him at all. No immediate threats loomed. What on earth was happening?

"Hmmm… For a golden storm, this seems surprisingly upbeat?" Damon frowned.

Suddenly, one figure from the table stood, eyed a strange crystal, then dashed toward Damon.

"Vlad?" Damon muttered, staring at the man, who acted like he hadn't heard a word. To diffuse the awkwardness, Damon cleared his throat, sipped the wine, and gestured dismissively. "Go on." He instructed, waving the man forward.

"My Lord, I have received news. It is happening soon."