SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 702 Mask of the Nameless King

Damon gave a nod. He chose to equip the item right away and examine its powers. In the end, if it didn't prove helpful to him now, there'd be no point in taking any chances. He raised the mask and settled it onto his face.

At once, a chilly, smooth feeling washed over his skin as the mask broke apart into golden specks, blending perfectly with his face. Symbols flared up behind his eyes, and a faint golden light shimmered. Details surged into his thoughts.

Ding! [You have equipped a Legendary Grade Item]

Ding! [You have earned the achievement 'Legendary'. All your other items now have the ability to self-repair and withstand a higher amount of direct damage.]

[Mask of the Nameless King]

Grade: Legendary

Type: Facial Equipment

The mask once belonged to the King without a name. The Nameless King governed with justice and insight. When a massive plague hit the kingdom, the King gave up his name, his features, his very being, tying them to the mask so his realm could survive even after he vanished into oblivion.

Nameless Veil (Passive): S rank skill

The wearer's aura, intent, will, soul, bloodline, presence, and identity get fully concealed. Skills that detect through senses, tracking powers, fate-related attacks, and effects linked to names face heavy interference. The wearer seems like an ordinary nobody.

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Damon exhaled slowly. For a Legendary piece, just one skill looked disappointingly basic at first, but the real value hid in the fine points. Though it held only a single power, that power reached S-rank!

This marked the initial S-rank skill Damon had encountered across his two lives, excluding the insanely dominant ability bound straight to his bloodline. And unlike typical skills that improved step by step, this one started at the peak without any buildup.

Initially, Damon figured the mask would just mask his vampire aura and blood essence, allowing him to pose as a Light-faction player if he stayed careful. That by itself would have been priceless. Yet this... this surpassed simple hiding.

It didn't just cover his strength; it wiped out his entire existence.

Armed with this, he could even return to the light faction continent without fear, even with B-ranks on his trail. To everyone else, he turned into an empty void that held no importance. That was downright chilling.

Thanks to this mask, he no longer had to creep through the dark or depend only on tricks and wariness. He could stride right back into the Light-faction continent in plain sight, past fortified towns, guild lands, and even zones where B-rank powerhouses hunted him actively—and they'd walk right past without noticing.

A subtle, menacing smile tugged at Damon's lips. The moment had come for him to leave the wilds behind, or at least one version of him. Could his clone even hold up over such a distance? How much freedom did it truly possess?

Damon shrugged it off. Only one method existed to learn the truth. He removed the mask and nodded to the three blacksmiths. "You three performed excellently. Thanks for rushing this." Then Damon pulled out three vials and, before their eyes, filled each with his blood. "You can become my blood servants now. The decision rests with you."

The three blacksmiths gazed at the vials in Damon's grasp, at the deep red fluid inside that throbbed with fearsome life force. Even without any released presence, the blood alone pressed down with an intensity that set their survival instincts on edge. The old ghost flashed an eager grin. "...Hoh," he whispered, dropping the jest. "Grab it and down it right away. That's your master's command."

The three blacksmiths swallowed hard. "Believe me, you won't regret this." The old ghost nodded with grave seriousness.

Leonel, the oldest blacksmith, regained his composure first. He advanced and dropped to his knees without delay, pressing his forehead to the ground. "This disciple has made his choice," he declared resolutely. "Without you, my lord, we'd never have handled a legendary artifact in our lives. Our journeys would have ended ages ago. This blood... I accept it. Serving you will be my fate from now until eternity."

The second and third followed suit, each taking their vials with deep respect and awe.

Damon nodded. He understood that this act would alter their destinies forever, but they'd advanced too far to turn back—the path led only forward. He passed the vials to them one at a time. As each blacksmith swallowed the contents, their forms shook fiercely. Blood raced through their channels like searing metal, etching symbols under their flesh before retreating inside.

They collapsed to the ground and began writhing as if gripped by agony. Meanwhile, their eyes bulged in astonishment while they gaped at the alerts popping up before them.

"Primordial...." One gasped out.

"You are a...." The other quivered and grew ashen.

With Damon's real nature now unveiled to them, the three regarded him in total awe and devotion. They'd anticipated him as someone remarkable, but this overwhelmed them completely.

Their new Master, their Lord, their God turned out to be a Primordial!

A wild gleam crossed the faces of the three, gradually shifting to unyielding determination. The torment faded from their minds, and any doubts or fears about reshaping their ways vanished entirely.

Before long, the three blacksmiths stood up gradually, panting hard yet steady on their feet. "We thank you for this gift, my Lord. We won't disappoint you, my Lord." They lowered their heads fully and avoided meeting his gaze.

"From now forward, our hammers, our skills, and our very lives are yours. We'll craft arms fit for a Primordial, or shatter in the attempt."

The old ghost hovered at their backs, arms folded, his smile keen and pleased. "Hah... See, I warned you," he boasted. "No regrets. My first disciple matches your extraordinariness, all three of you. Though his forging talent leaves much to be desired."

Damon's expression flickered, but he ignored the ancient vampire. "Enough of that. I'm certain you three will achieve great things. Your destinies shifted today. Ensure it proves worthwhile."