SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: This is him?

Damon met his gaze without flinching, the edge of his mouth twitching into a faint smirk. He did not bother saying anything else to the guy.

Kaelthorn’s chains rattled as he slowly stood up, the crimson system mark glowing on his chest now that he’d accepted the recruitment. "So, what now, little Lord? Do I get a leash and collar, or are we skipping straight to the carnage?"

"You’ll get both," Damon said. "But only when I say so."

Kaelthorn’s grin widened. "Delightful. It’s been too long since I’ve heard someone scream properly."

Damon turned, motioning toward the door. "Then let’s begin. You’re not here for your amusement, Kaelthorn. You’re here to help me, and if you’re lucky, maybe earn your freedom."

Kaelthorn followed without argument, the sound of his bare feet dragging against stone. As they exited the cell, Ellora gave Damon a subtle look.

"You really are insane," she whispered, amused.

Damon didn’t deny it. "That’s why I’ll win. Come, we still have one more follower to recruit."

"Hmmm?" Ellora looked genuinely curious. The second follower of the new lord was enough to get her excited, and now she was extremely intrigued. "Don’t tell me you’ve found another ancient war criminal buried in the dungeons," she teased, falling in step beside him. "Or maybe a dragon in disguise like that wyrm we fought outside?"

Damon didn’t respond right away. Instead, he opened the interface mid-stride and scrolled all the way to the bottom of the recruitable list, where the weakest, most forgotten entry rested.

"Riven," he muttered, tapping the name.

Ellora blinked. "Who?"

"You’ll see."

"Riven? I know that name." Kaelthorn raised an eyebrow behind him, clearly unimpressed. "You just recruited a Level 12 no-name," the blood knight said with a hint of mockery. "A petty criminal who is always in and out of the prison system."

He wasn’t exaggerating. Riven was weak now, weak and broken and utterly overlooked, but somewhere inside that beaten shell was a monster. All he needed was the right spark, the right push. Damon was betting everything on being that spark.

"Do you know him?" Damon asked the guy.

Kaelthorn simply snorted. "What’s there to know?"

The three of them reached another section of the prison cells where more petty offenders were kept. "My Lord, please wait here. I can go in and retrieve him for you." Ellora bowed and moved toward the rows of lesser cells, heels tapping lightly on the stone floor. Damon nodded, letting her go.

Kaelthorn leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed, watching with a skeptical look. "You’re seriously planning to mold that garbage into something useful?" he asked, voice low.

"I don’t need him to be useful right away," Damon replied.

Damon was slightly surprised, but he remained indifferent, not giving away anything, neither confirming nor denying his words. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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