SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 655: War begins

The ten-minute window vanished quickly, and Damon finally tracked down the small black ball of fur. He had assumed the kitten would be tucked away in a dark corner to escape his women, but he was mistaken.

The cat was lounging extravagantly atop a velvet mattress in one of Damon’s private rooms, looking every bit like a miniature dictator who had claimed her throne.

And right beside her...

Riven was positioned on one knee, rhythmically waving a feather fan while carefully adjusting a silk cushion to support the feline’s head.

A collection of plates featuring thinly sliced meats, bowls of warm enchanted milk, and even a dish of glowing, mana-infused sardines were laid out nearby with more precision than a feast for royalty.

Damon could only stare in disbelief.

The cat raised her head a fraction of an inch, shot him a look filled with the weary arrogance of a deity looking down at a peasant, and let out a long, slow, intentionally rude yawn before shutting her eyes once more.

Damon massaged his temples. "You’ve got to be kidding me..."

The animal gave no reply.

Riven, however, stood up straight and gave a respectful bow. "My lord, Lady cat was... quite unsettled earlier. I took it upon myself to arrange an environment conducive to her recovery."

Damon let out a sigh and approached the bed, trying again. "Fine. Fine. I get the point. I won't toss you to the wolves... or rather... my wives next time, alright? I panicked. It won't happen again. Can you forgive this poor papa, please?"

The cat cracked open a single eye.

She observed him silently for several moments, weighing whether he deserved any recognition at all. Then, with agonizing slowness, she extended a paw and tapped the plate of sardines with an expectant air.

Damon blinked. "...You want me to feed you?"

The cat blinked back once.

Riven moved to intervene immediately. "Allow me, my lord!"

Without even lifting her head, the cat slapped his hand away.

"Hmm? You’ll only accept food from me?" Damon let out a small laugh at the creature's stubbornness. "You’re lucky you’re so incredibly cute," he whispered, picking up a sardine. He took a seat and spent a few minutes pampering her.

In the distance, war horns began to resonate across the territory. Inside, Damon was feeding a tiny, furry tyrant one fish at a time.

"So... I’m about to go slaughter a few thousand humans. Any interest in coming along?"

The cat licked her chops, looking smug and content. At Damon’s invitation, her eyes flashed instantly. She leaped from the bed, her gaze burning with the fire of predatory thrill.

Damon grinned. "Of course you are. You’re my cat, after all."

Damon chuckled and gathered her into his arms. "Alright, little queen. Let’s go wipe out a few guilds."

The system countdown finally hit zero. War horns screamed across the entire region.

In the blink of an eye, Damon, the cat, and three hundred thousand bewildered guild members were forcibly teleported to the outskirts of Nine Rivers City.

Damon and his companion materialized on a vast grassy field just outside the city walls. Around him, three hundred thousand players appeared in disorganized surges—blinking, shouting, cursing, stumbling over one another, or simply staring at the sky in total confusion.

The system showed no mercy. It dropped every member of Blood Domain into the combat zone like a pile of dirty laundry. A moment later, the alerts flashed.

[Ding! You have entered the Regional War Zone: Nine Rivers Conflict]

[Ding! Objective Updated: Capture or Destroy All Defensive Nodes.]

[Ding! Warning: All deaths in this zone incur a triple penalty during guild wars.]

That final notification caused at least five thousand players to spiral into an immediate panic.

"Triple death penalty?!! I want out! Let me out of here!"

"I joined for the memes, not to lose everything!!!"

"Where’s the logout button? I think I’m having a heart attack!"

The entire plain descended into instant chaos. Lacking commanders, structure, or any idea of what they had signed up for, the massive crowd of Blood Domain recruits did exactly what was expected.

They started fighting each other.

"Hey, why are you hitting me?!!"

"You stepped on my foot, idiot!"

"There are three hundred thousand people here, obviously someone is going to step on you!"

"Everyone shut up! I can't find my party leader!"

"You don’t even HAVE a party leader!"

Blades were swung aimlessly. Mages discharged spells at random. One player summoned a beast and let it run wild, while another climbed a boulder to scream motivational quotes that sounded like they were ripped from a fitness influencer.

The situation was deteriorating by the second; it looked like the group would dissolve before the minute was up. But suddenly, something shifted.

From the heart of the frantic mob, a lone figure soared into the sky. Great wings of blood unfurled from Damon’s back, expanding until their shadow covered the entire plain. A crimson mist rose from his skin like steam from a divine furnace, warping the air with pure killing intent.

And perched on his shoulder... the cat sat with pride, her tail twitching and her golden eyes shining like two small suns of destruction.

The impact was immediate.

Three hundred thousand players went still.

Spells died out in mid-air. Summoned creatures skidded to a halt. Those in the middle of throwing punches simply... stopped. A heavy silence washed over the field like a silent tidal wave.

Damon drifted above them, his gaze drifting lazily over the battlefield. That single look—cold, steady, and ruthless—made every person there shiver.

"Blood Domain." His voice boomed like thunder. "Welcome to your first war."

A wave of anxiety rippled through the masses.

"I am aware most of you joined for the fame, out of curiosity, or simply because you didn't bother reading the system prompts."

Thousands of heads dropped in embarrassment.

"I’m not here to hold your hands, and this isn't a joke or a troll event. This is real. I am offering you a genuine opportunity." Damon smirked. "I’m here to find out who among you actually deserves to stay."

"You have two paths." He gestured toward the far-off gates of Nine Rivers City, where the three major guilds and several smaller factions were deploying their full military strength alongside the city lord’s elite guard.

"Follow me, fight, and change your destiny forever."

Then he pointed down at the ground, at the mess of unorganized recruits.

"Or get the fuck out of here."