SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God - Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Fuck my life
The Third grinned. “So in summary… you’re screwed.”

A blood tendril tightened around his ribs.

“GAH. Okay, okay! We’re screwed! Happy?!”

Azuna placed a hand on Damon’s shoulder. “Master… there is only one path out. Through that portal. I can accompany you. But once we exit, we face whatever awaits on the other side.”

For a moment he remained silent, but then Damon’s eyes narrowed, crimson and cold. “Fine. Let’s finish what we started.” He then looked at the Third and ordered. “You will step out first. You will assess the situation. And you will stall.”

The Third opened his mouth, probably to protest, cry, or attempt an escape but there was the contract hanging around his neck. He could only silently accept. “There is no way there are going to be fooled. I am telling you. Those bastards are shrewd as shit. They would figure me out in an instant. I can only stall them for a couple of seconds.”

Damon nodded. That is more than enough. He then took out a vial and placed it near his mouth. A small trickle of black water flowed down his right fang. He let it collect for a bit before closing the vial and handing it to the Third.

“Here. Take this.”

The Third stared at the vial, completely appalled. “What the hell is this? Your jizz or something man? Look I know I signed the slave contract but this feels a bit too much. Don’t you think? Why do you want me to drink your jizz? I don’t swing that way, bro. Now if you can squeeze out her milk or something, I am more than happy to drink. I really don’t want to drink your man juice or whatever you got in there. What do you have there anyway?”

Damon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just throw it. Its poison. Use it to do maximum damage.”

“Oh, I see. That’s a good plan indeed. Weaken your enemies before you get out. I respect that. I can do that. No problem. Easy peasy. I can even try to kill some of those motherfuckers.”

“I know the weak ones,” he continued. “Basically, the First, the Second and the Sixth are your real problems. Everyone else? They’re small fries. Useless pieces of trash. Even I can slaughter those assholes.”

He paused. Then immediately backtracked. “Wait a minute. Do you have some antidote or something? Won’t I be affected by this poison?”

Azuna answered on Damon’s behalf. “So what if you die, insect? Dying for your master is your previlge!”

The Third’s entire soul left his body. His jaw fell open. His pupils shrank.

“Privilege? PRIVILEGE?!” he squeaked, voice going into a pitch only traumatized animals reach. “How is that a privilege?! Since when is dying a job benefit?! I didn’t even get training! I didn’t get a raise! I didn’t even get a uniform!”

Azuna blinked at him, confused as if he were the one being unreasonable. “You get to serve the master. That is more than enough.”

The Third choked. “That is not enough! That is the opposite of enough! That is negativ enough! You-”

Azuna cut him off, tilting her head sweetly. “You can die quietly if you prefer. That is also fine.”

The Third slapped both hands over his mouth to prevent any further suicidal words from escaping.

Damon watched him with zero sympathy. “You heard her. You go first.”

The Third nodded miserably, tears already forming. His voice came out in a high, trembling whisper. “Okay… okay… I’ll go. I’ll stall them. I’ll throw the poison. I’ll do the whole heroic sacrifice thing…” He sniffed. “But I want it noted that I hate this. Deeply. Passionately.”

Azuna smiled. “Noted.”

The Third groaned like a dying grandma and dragged himself toward the portal like a prisoner walking toward his execution. “Three seconds,” Damon reminded him.

The Third whimpered softly. “Three seconds… yes… three seconds until my privilege kicks in… until I get to die for you… my merciful benevolent master…” He braced himself, vial in hand, shoulders trembling, and muttered one last prayer to every deity he never believed in.

“Fuck my life,” he whispered.

And stepped through the portal.

Almost instantly a hundred killing intents slammed down on him all at once.

The assassins of Umbra’s Hand stood in a wide circle, cloaked, masked, blades glinting with poison and mana. They surrounded the portal in a formation specifically designed for one purpose, to butcher whatever walked out.

The Third froze. Every muscle, every nerve, every cell in his body locked up. He had seen this formation hundreds of times, always from the safe side. Always watching some other poor bastard walk into it. He never once imagined that he would be the idiot in the middle some day.

“Third,” a cold voice said from the front. The First.

Tall. Masked in black. Daggers floating behind him like a pair of hungry wings. “You’re late.”

The Third swallowed hard. “I… uh… got held up.”

The Second stepped forward, slimmer, quieter, with a black-lacquered fan hiding half her face. Her eyes glinted. “Held up?” she echoed softly. “In your own dimensional fragment?”

The Sixth hopped forward too, short, twitchy, eager, daggers in both hands. “Heh. You got lost in your own maze again, didn’t you, Third? That’s so like you.”

Their eyes collectively drifted to the portal behind him. Waiting. Expectant. Hungry.

The Third felt sweat dripping down his spine. He needed to stall. He needed to throw the poison. He needed to not die. All of these were conflicting desires.

“Ahahaha… funny story,” the Third said, his voice shrill. “About the target-”

One of the assassins behind him cut in sharply. “Where is he?”

“Y-yeah…” The Third took a shaky step back, clutching the vial behind his sleeve. “About that… funny thing… I, uh… he kind of died inside. I am sorry. I went a bit too far this time and the bastard peed and shit his pants at the same time. Can you believe it? Ha ha ha.”