SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: A blow they cannot recover from

Riven visibly took a step back. "Wait, what? Hell? Like... actual hell, or just a hard fight kind of hell?"

"It’s both," Damon replied, his voice calm but firm. "This thing doesn’t just contain a treasure. It’s a lockbox for something alive. Something that was sealed away for a reason."

In his last life, the super ten that opened it suffered catastrophic losses. The ones who fought for it, bled for it, spent a fortune to get it? Half of them were wiped off the leaderboard within an hour.

And this was well into the game after everyone had powered up a lot. Right now, it was still the first innings, so the aftermath was going to be even worse. Damon grinned as he imagined the faces of those who would eventually end up facing the thing.

This was going to be a blow they wouldn’t recover from, at least for the next few months. If he was out for the count with a soul injury that delayed him for the next few days, it was only fair that the other party paid for it in the same way.

The payback always has to be ten times bigger.

All three looked at Damon curiously, but Damon did not explain to them any further. "Ellora, take us all to a nearby city, and can you disguise yourself as a simpler woman?"

Ellora looked mildly offended, one perfectly arched brow lifting. "A simpler woman? My Lord, do you have any idea how much mana I spend maintaining this perfection?"

Damon gave her a flat look. "Just enough to make every male in a five-mile radius forget how to breathe. Tone it down. I need a simple woman, not a temptress."

Ellora sighed dramatically, but her form shimmered as illusion magic took over. In moments, her luxurious cloak was replaced with a plain brown robe, her high heels gone, her curves muted, her hair pulled into a modest braid.

She even gave herself a small scar over her left brow and dulled her eyes. A humble traveling woman. Damon nodded, satisfied.

Kaelthorn, now donning a bulky traveler’s cloak, adjusted his hood. Riven did not need any adjustment. He was as plain as they came anyways.

As for Damon, he covered himself and lowered his hood, taking the most common ’leave me alone’ look that many players used in the game.

All four of them together looked extremely harmless, poor, and boring. There was nothing on them to turn any heads towards their direction. Ellora then activated the teleportation circle, and the group took the short ride to arrive at the borders of the city.

From there, they walked right into the city gates after paying the guard a couple of silver coins.

The city they entered was called Valemire—a bustling mid-tier hub that was not really famous for anything in particular. The group moved with practiced ease, blending into the crowd. They soon reached the auction house, which was their target from the beginning.

The Valemire Auction Hall wasn’t as grand as the ones in capital cities, but it was still buzzing with activity. Tall arched doors opened into a polished hall filled with private booths, eager bidders, and sly-eyed brokers whispering into enchanted scrolls.

On one side, a massive noticeboard displayed items scheduled for upcoming listings. Rare ores, enchanted daggers, unique mounts, and even dungeon fragments were all listed. It was a feeding ground for information.

And now Damon was going to use it for his own manipulation.

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