Chapter 336: Are you interested?
Chaos meant unpredictability, and unpredictability meant opportunity. Damon was someone who thrived on chaos. If he freely spread his bodily fluids across this world, then it might fuck up a lot of things. The whole timeline from his past life would be thrown out, and everything that happened would be new.
Not that it mattered. Thanks to him, the timeline was already beyond recognition. He couldn’t possibly do any more damage to it. In fact, whatever he does would only screw up the other big shots’ plans.
Heck, his spit had the power to even fuck up the many Gods’ plans!
Damon still had no clue about many things, like who these so-called Gods were and which Gods had their eyes on his world, and what plans they had in mind for the future, and so on. But he knew it couldn’t be anything good.
Otherwise, the importance of this game could have been somehow leaked, and a lot more people could be seriously playing this game at the moment. Thankfully, the game’s popularity was taking care of this all on its own, but still, Damon felt that things could have been done better.
The super ten could have revealed themselves right at the beginning and started mass recruiting and training people, and preparing them for the future. He was not an expert in these things, and other experienced leaders could have handled it much better.
Instead, they had been arrogant, secretive, and slow, letting greed and pride blind them. In this life, not even a month had passed by after the game launch. But in his last life, even after three years had passed, everyone still believed this was nothing more than just a game.
Just from this, Damon could understand the intention of these guilds. The common people in the world were nothing more than pawns to them. Ironically, he was pretty sure that these guilds were nothing more than pawns to their Gods.
They wanted the masses to be ignorant. Weak. Distracted by shiny baubles of loot and petty PVP squabbles, while the true foundations of power were quietly claimed in the shadows. Why? Did they want to enslave everyone? Sheep left fattening themselves while wolves sharpened their fangs?
Damon’s lips curled into a cold sneer. "If they think they can control this world like last time," He muttered under his breath, fingers drumming against the throne, "then they’re in for a rude fucking awakening."
He was not some sort of hero or savior, but he would definitely love to fuck up with the plans of these motherfuckers. There was a freaking apocalypse coming to the planet after all. Who knew what might happen if things became chaotic?
The thought made his blood stir, a wicked thrill curling in his chest. And what better way to kick the board over than unleashing something nobody could predict? His eyes flicked toward the bottles again.
Should he spit on those Gods’ plans?
Damon remained silent for a long moment before making up his mind. Let the world burn! It was time to go nuts!
He stood up to personally head to the auction house when he suddenly remembered something. There were two people to whom he owed something. He sat back down and sent a message to Blood Wraith.
"Come over to the Blood Hall. I have something nice to give you."
It was only a simple message, but the impact it had was clear. Within a few minutes, calls and messages bombarded his system interface, and a few more minutes later, a blood acolyte guard was escorting two figures to the throne room.
The throne room doors creaked open, and in strode Blood Wraith, swaggering as always, and looking handsome as ever. But right this second, his usual heroic appearance and gentlemanly smile were missing. Instead, his face was full of teeth as he quickly hurried over to meet with Damon.
"Boss Blood God, you finally called me! How are you? I watched the whole battle from a close-up! You were freaking awesome!"
Damon smiled. His gaze shifted to Phoenix, who silently walked behind him. Unlike the happy chatterbox, the woman was very silent. However, her silence spoke volumes.
Damon gave her a nod. "Thank you." He directly met her eyes as he said it. Just two words, but they carried weight.
"Hah! Don’t just thank her, Boss! I was there too, remember? Front row seat! I was even cheering for you, boss Blood God!"
Damon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I was thanking both of you. You chipped in at the right time and helped tip the scales in my favor."
"We did not really do that much." Phoenix finally opened her mouth.
"No need to be humble." Damon took out a vial from his storage space and handed it to Blood Wraith, who had now run all the way to his throne and nearly tripped over the last step in his eagerness. He snatched the vial from Damon’s hand with both palms like it was some kind of holy relic.
"B-Boss... this... this is..." Blood Wraith stammered, trying his best to make an amazing guess and impress Damon, but he absolutely had no fucking clue what it was. It did not look like anything he knew at all.
Blood Wraith turned the vial over and over in his hands, squinting at the contents. "Some sort of power-up elixir?" He prepared to open it to analyze the contents when Damon immediately stopped him.
"Stop. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You cannot handle the poison inside."
Phoenix widened her eyes as her gaze darted between Damon and the vial. Damon’s few words were enough to make her instantly guess the contents of the vial. But she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. She quickly walked over to Damon as well, increasing her pace, and grabbed the vial from Blood Wraith.
"Is this the same poison that was auctioned that day?" She asked, staring at Damon with shock.
Damon leaned back in his throne, one leg crossing over the other, and watched her with a sharp grin tugging at his lips. "I have a few more where that came from. Are you interested?"