SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: How did you know?

After Aiden spoke, the silence was absolute. Not a single soul dared to twitch a muscle. Even Magicaa, who thrived on mouthing off at the worst possible times, found himself narrowing his eyes and biting his tongue.

Madman was visibly trembling with rage, the strain of restraint twisting his shoulders, but he too did not move. No one truly knew the depths of Aiden’s background, his true origins, his purpose, or the limits of his abilities, but they all understood one unshakable fact.

He was not someone to be trifled with. A mage feared and respected by the strongest leaders of the world did not earn that reputation by mere bluff. When Aiden spoke, even the most violent maniacs obeyed.

But this stillness was no peace. It was only a leash, a thread-thin tether keeping the chaos at bay. They were wolves in chains, waiting for the leash to slip. Beneath those cloaks, beneath their smothered breaths and tightened grips, bloodlust boiled like magma.

One way or another, a fight would break out today. When it did, every ounce of patience and restraint they showed now would snap like brittle wood, and then the true storm would begin. All the rage they were swallowing now would explode into carnage.

On the opposite side of the plains, Damon strolled toward them utterly unbothered by the suffocating tension. His movements were leisurely, almost mocking, as if he were arriving late to a dinner party.

He chuckled, pointing to their cloaks. "Heh. Look at this. We all have the same dressing sense. Very fashionable, don’t you think?" He either didn’t recognize the threat before him or didn’t care in the slightest.

When he finally stopped before them, his crimson gaze flicked across each hidden figure with wicked amusement. He wondered whom each one were, the answers to which he was no doubt going to find soon enough.

Aiden smiled back. He was the only one without a hood, the only one who dared to show his face out in the open. Unlike the rest, he wore no hood, no mask, no veil of secrecy. His expression was gentle and warm.

He looked like the neighbor you’d borrow sugar from, the kind soul who carried groceries for the elderly, who waved at children on their way to school. His harmless, boy-next-door smile radiated the exact opposite of everything he was.

It was disarming. It was terrifying because Damon now knew exactly how much of an asshole he was. It made him wonder all the more who the guy really was. Damon’s eyes flickered to the nickname he had seen countless times now.

TotallyNotAGod

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind. Something he had never thought about before. Could this person in front of him actually be a God?

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