Chapter 442: Where are the vampires?
"The Spire district, red lanterns, secret doors... Sounds like quite the party." Damon smiled. A level 60 demoness wasn’t some random tavern wench. Her being sent here with this information meant someone behind the scenes was pulling strings. Vampires? Demons? A demon general?
The demoness pressed closer, her tail curling tighter around his thigh. "Oh, it’s no ordinary party," she murmured, her lips brushing his jaw. "Rare items, rare beasts, and even rare women. If you have the coin... or the power, you’ll walk away with something interesting."
She bit her lip coyly, then slipped off his lap with deliberate grace without actually intending to give Damon a drink from her. Another woman came over to replace her and sat down instead.
Damon’s crimson gaze followed the level 60 demoness briefly before turning back to the new girl on his lap. He then casually continued drinking more blood. Another couple of hours passed by, and still there was no contact.
Damon frowned. He still hadn’t decided yet, but it looked like he would have to check out that auction anyway. The two of them then finally left the tavern and headed straight for their inn. When they were halfway through the twisting alleys, Damon’s senses pricked.
Someone was following them. Mark subtly exchanged a glance with him, he too sensing the new company.
Damon paused for a moment and then grinned. Vampires. "Well now... looks like the night just got interesting." He waited for his fellow bloodsuckers to come forward and reveal themselves, but as soon as he stopped, everyone scattered away. "Huh? What are they waiting for? Did I not do everything correctly?"
Damon was puzzled. He had acted proud and domineering. He put down a couple of demons, even killing one in the middle of the street. He fang fucked a bunch of demon women and spent his money freely.
Technically, this should be enough to get the attention of the vampires here. But it was still not working? What the hell were they waiting for?
Damon and Mark continued to walk towards the inn, the rest of the path uneventful. They both retreated to their rooms, and it was game reset time shortly after that. Mark and Kate logged out, but Damon was still there along with Ellora, Riven and Kaelthorn.
Damon first planned to head out again immediately but then decided to take a few hours off to look at all of his recent acquisitions. After fighting with the murder of crows and then the demon tide, he had gained a whole boatload of stats. He wanted to see his current progress. He pulled up his status screen.
[Blood God]
Class: Primordial Awakening - Class Path Unavailable
Species: Bloodborn
Race: Blood Acolyte (Variant)
Bloodline: Fragmented Ancestral Bloodline???
Status Effect: Bloodline Instability (156 days)
Soul Weapon: Bloodreign (Locked)
Mana Core: Primordial mana core, Blood-forged mana core, Mana-forged mana core
Body: Blood-forged body, Mana-forged body, Poison-forged body
Titles: Rabbit killer, Banana Reaper, First Awakener, Bromund Slayer, Solo Reaper, Founding Pillar of Blood, Bound by Fire and Blood, Slaughter Master, Purification raid Winner, Divine Slayer, Holy Slayer, Heavy Drinker, Draconic Slayer, One man Army, Vampiric Lord, Noble, Lord of the Blood Castle, Primordial Mana Core, Bloodlands Pioneer
Level: 121
Faction: Dark
Health: 131,000
Mana: 1,033,000
Vitality: 1250
Stamina: 1610
Strength: 1520
Intelligence: 1350
Agility: 1850
Luck: 29
Damon took a look at his stats and clicked his tongue. All the attributes have gone up by a couple hundred at least. However, he was nowhere close to reaching the cap of anything. There was a huge leap in power from D grade to C grade and he still had plenty of tank to fill up.
The only problem right now was his stagnant progress. He was unable to further evolve his race and he was also stuck with respect to his mana core. Forming a pseudo mana core was merely the first step. He now needed to unlock the true meridians in his body and forge them.
This was a crucial step because his entire future would depend on the number of true meridians he unlocked. His true core would only be as strong as his true meridians.
Also, any time now his levels were going to stop increasing and so would his stat gains. Right now he might be a lead in many things but that would all go away if he did not solve his problems soon.
Damon then opened up his skills. He didn’t bother looking at the other skills and only observed his newly acquired demonic skills. Demonic Fire, Demonic Frenzy, Damonic Endurance, Demonic Surge and the list continued. Even though the skills weren’t anything noteworthy, they were still significant when piled up together since their synergy was off the charts.
He had also gained a lot of wind affinity skills from the crows which gave him some more freedom and boost in his attack power. Right of the top of his head, he could think of many new skills he could use, some of them having the potential to become quite powerful.
"I need a place to practise. There should be plenty when we reach the vampire base."
Damon rubbed his chin as his gaze went outside the window. It was time to take another trip outside. He needed to get to the vampire base as soon as possible and for that he needed to sniff out the vampires in this city first.
He stood up and walked out of the inn. He once again started wandering the streets. This time he headed over to the market area to check out the goods and see if he could get any clues.
Damon still had no idea why the damned bastards were being so secretive. By now they should have contacted him. Unless... was there something else going on here?
Damon calmly observed his surroundings as he strolled through the streets. There were a lot more demon girls around and at the same time a lot more street brawls starting up here and there. The entire place was completely rowdy.
If someone did not know the ways of this world, they probably would not survive a night walk on the streets. Damon, however did just fine. The only problem was... there were still no signs of even a single vampire.
***
Mass release sponsored by Syphatrol