SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: A thief

Damon grinned and continued. Naturally, he made sure to stay away from the tall mountain in the distance.

Somewhere high above, the jagged peak of that distant mountain caught the sickly light filtering through the haze. Damon’s grin lingered as he cut down another plagueforged dwarf, venom hissing from the corpse.

He knew exactly what was sleeping up there. He also knew the moment he woke it, this little "vacation" would turn into a warzone. But for now? The big boss could keep dreaming. Damon still had plenty of chests to loot, monsters to butcher, and poisons to claim. The real fun hadn’t even started yet.

Meanwhile...

Inside the same mountain, something stirred.

Deep within the cavernous heart of the mountain, past walls slick with black resin and veins of luminous green crystal, a single eye cracked open. It was not the eye of any normal beast. It was a vertical slit, the iris glowing with the molten green-yellow of toxic flame.

The corruption here was a lot stronger than the one outside, but it did not seem to matter to the being. In fact, wisps of strongly corrupted air surged out of its body every second, filling the cavern with even more poisonous miasma.

The haze coiled and twisted, seeping into cracks in the stone and pulsing in rhythm with the creature’s slow, deliberate breaths. A massive tail shifted in the darkness, scales glistening wetly with a blend of venom and abyssal ichor.

Each movement scraped against the cavern floor, sending out a low, grating echo like stone being ground to dust. A forked tongue flickered briefly from the shadows, tasting the air, and the beast’s eye narrowed.

"A new commotion in my territory? Who dares to create chaos in my area?"

The next moment, the being closed its eyes and spread out its senses. A normal awakener’s senses were merely limited to a few meters, maybe a few hundred if they were talented.

But this creature’s perception stretched far beyond that, threading through the rock, the air, even the poisoned roots of long-dead trees. It slithered effortlessly through the corrupted lines of the land, tasting every drop of venom in the wind.

It finally understood who was causing all of this ruckus. A presence. Not one of its plagueforged minions, not some mindless beast, but something sharp, deliberate, and disturbingly alive. Even worse... it was somehow sucking in all the corruption? How was it doing this?

A low rumble echoed through the chamber, and the green crystals overhead quivered as if in fear. The beast’s tail lashed again, harder this time, gouging deep scars into the cavern floor. "A thief," it hissed, the word dripping with poisonous contempt. "A little thief fattening itself on my breath."

For a long moment, the creature merely listened, senses brushing over Damon’s position like the touch of a phantom hand, before it retracted its awareness. Its coils shifted, settling once again into the darkness.

"Grow, little thief," it whispered, a cruel amusement threading through its tone. "When you are ripe enough, I will make you my new puppet."

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