SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 692 A narrow escape

Damon lifted the vial up toward his gaze. The fluid within refused to settle on one shade. It twisted through violet, black, and a foul green tint. Just the cork bore old runes crafted to block any unintended spills. La Rocha had spoken true about the lethal dangers lurking in his poison stash.

He lacked deep knowledge of such runes and briefly pondered consulting Ellora on those carved into the vial, yet the instant his awareness brushed it, a flood of details surged into his thoughts. Instructions on managing the container and the poison's exact nature came through with perfect clarity.

"That scoundrel kept this all from me." Damon tsked in annoyance. Lucky for him, he hadn't just popped the cursed thing open and dropped dead right there. The toxin sealed inside wasn't some common brew. They named it a "Heavenly Sin."

From what he gathered, this stood as one of the multiverse's notorious toxins. With each fact he absorbed, Damon's pulse quickened in dread. Its fame and high demand stemmed from being among the rare substances capable of wounding an Ascended entity.

Heavenly Sin.

Damon allowed the details to sink in, his fingers clenching a bit firmer on the vial. "A substance that could injure an A rank… Huuuu…" He let out a breath. Without delay, he stowed the wretched item in his inventory, banishing it from sight.

Just the previous day, a B rank powerhouse chasing him had left Damon rattled, finally grasping the vast chasm at the peak of strength. Now, he'd nearly offed himself with a toxin potent enough for an A rank, perishing clueless to the cause.

Good thing he never tore into unknowns without checking the warnings. Else, he and his whole kin might've tumbled into rebirth together, assuming such a cycle truly awaited.

Damon breathed out steadily.

"No surprise that rogue grinned while passing this over."

La Rocha couldn't have guessed at Damon's poison-resistant frame, yet he'd rigged it so self-destruction seemed inevitable. Damon felt certain the alerts and runes existed only because of their ironclad system pact. Without it, he'd already be gone.

He made a silent vow to tread warily around the man henceforth, then carefully drew out the following toxin. Though he had no intent to wield any. He wasn't fool enough to trust his poison tolerance blindly. The legacy proved mighty, but he suspected several more loops were needed before tackling such fatal brews.

For now, at best, he might deploy the venom for a sudden strike on foes. He'd need to trigger a top-tier guard skill with total protection in the process. Fail that, and he'd perish instantly, a fate he aimed to avoid.

Still, total shield abilities varied in potency. A move like Divine Interference, halting all assaults for two seconds, could falter against toxins. Plus, in that brief window, escape would be essential. Linger, and death would claim him once more.

Damon kept scanning toxin after toxin, brainstorming tactics to turn them to his gain, yet nothing solid emerged. As expected, none suited his current state.

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Damon kept scanning toxin after toxin, brainstorming tactics to turn them to his gain, yet nothing solid emerged. As expected, none suited his current state.

All he could do was return them to storage and release a heavy breath. Whenever he sensed an edge, that sly fox somehow flipped the script. Yet… these toxin flasks remained invaluable treasures. Useless now, perhaps, but one day they might become his ultimate aces.

With another exhale, he tucked the vials away. Damon then devoted the following hours to drills with the soul-bound captive, as his blood duplicates probed the poisons. Soon after, he chose to plunge back into the wilds. The Forest of Doom's depths barely touched, he craved deeper exploration for greater rewards.

This round, Damon pushed the tempo. He called forth shadow duplicates and shadow creatures, dispatching them for reconnaissance once more. He skipped the games, wrapping battles swiftly and claiming kills at a blistering rate.

C rank horror beasts on the wilds' edges dwindled absurdly fast beneath his fury.

After solid hours of clashes and skill tests, he withdrew to camp. He'd already summoned the six women, who gathered promptly in the familiar cavern for fresh meridian unlocks.

Damon sensed he could manage a couple extra. He'd sought Kaelthorn and the Third first, but both focused on their drills. So he beckoned Mallana and Arya instead. Erin and Ellora waited too, yet with most channels cleared, he favored the pair needing it more.

He swiftly invited them close, eager to at least map their energy routes. Erin's form alone promised fresh insights, potentially unveiling hidden paths in himself. Even a trace of draconic lineage made a physique extraordinary, regardless of dilution.

Of course, Erin jumped at the chance to aid, and spotting the group's vibe, she led by eagerly shedding her clothes and yielding to Damon for his every whim.

Damon massaged his forehead amid the array of bare figures, knowing some label of lechery awaited him for this, but it mattered little. Nearly all had hit C rank, and he yearned to bolster their frames as fast and far as possible. No woman of his should linger helpless and exposed, above all when he ventured off alone.

Aiding his folks this way proved tough, given their novice steps, but these ladies had advanced impressively through effort. A nudge from him would propel them greatly.

Damon devoted the next hour to their enhancements before launching into fresh hunts. He charged at max speed, butchering abomination beasts in droves, so the brief pauses let him shake off mounting mind strain.

The full day blurred past like this, carrying Damon into the wilds' core. Creatures here struck with fiercer malice, wielding slyer ploys. His venom lost bite against such adversaries.

Meanwhile, a fresh challenge arose.