SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 121: Blood that sleeps, Wake!

[Quest: Rebuilding the Blood Hall]

The Vampire Race Hall lies in ruins. Do you wish to contribute towards its restoration and become its founding pillar?

Objective: Pledge yourself to the Blood Hall. Donate mana cores and wealth to aid in its reconstruction.

Reward: Reputation Points

[Blood Hall Restoration Panel]

Contributions:

Gold Coins: 10,000/10,000

Mana Cores: 500/500

Elite Mana Cores: 100/100

Current Status: Crumbling Ruins (Tier 0)

Next Stage: Shattered Sanctuary (Tier 1)

[Ding! Quest Update: Rebuilding the Blood Hall — Stage Completed]

The moment Damon submitted the final core, the altar’s crimson glow deepened to a richer hue, like molten rubies bleeding light into the cracked stone walls.

[Blood Hall Advancement: Tier 0 → Tier 1 – Shattered Sanctuary Activated! The building advancement is now in progress!]

Thick mana surged through the underground lair like blood through ancient veins. Crumbling pillars rebuilt themselves before Damon’s eyes, stone reshaping, cracks mending.

Coffin alcoves along the walls sealed shut with fresh glyphs, as if honoring the memory of vampire ancestors long forgotten. The floor beneath the altar restructured itself into a radiant mana circuit, illuminating the chamber with eerie red sigils.

A few more notifications appeared in front of Damon.

[Ding! Unlocked Features]

Sanctuary Nexus: Allows teleportation to allied vampire bases.

Faction Missions (Basic): Hunt Quests, Defense Quests, and Blood Trials are now available.

[Ding! You have been rewarded 10,000 Reputation Points with the Vampire Faction.]

[Ding! You have been rewarded a New Title, "Founding Pillar of Blood"]

[Ding! New Quest Unlocked: "Sanctifying the Sanctuary (Tier 1 → Tier 2)"]

[Quest: Sanctifying the Sanctuary (Tier 1 → Tier 2)]

The Blood Hall breathes once more, but it is hollow, unblessed, and defenseless. To evolve into a true sanctuary worthy of a vampire’s presence, it must be sanctified with blood, magic, and relics of the old bloodlines.

Quest Objective:

Contribute 1,000,000,000 gold coins to the Blood Hall

Activate the Blood Altar Core with 1,000,000,000 Blood Essence

Defend the Sanctuary during a [Purification Raid] (Survive 3 waves)

Recover and install 3 Vampire Relics from lost tombs or hidden dungeons

Defeat a Sanctum Guardian and bind it to the Hall

Quest Reward:

Upgrade Blood Hall to Tier 2 – Sanctified Stronghold

Unlock Blood Hall Guardian Summon (Passive Defense Feature)

Unlock Advanced Faction Missions

Unlock Vampire Relic Crafting Station

+15,000 Vampire Faction Reputation

Title: Blood Sanctifier

Failure Condition:

If the Sanctuary is destroyed during the Purification Raid

If more than one Vampire Relic is lost permanently

If the Blood Altar Core is corrupted

***

Damon clicked his tongue, his crimson eyes narrowing at the flickering quest panel. "Seriously? Not even a baron badge?" he muttered under his breath.

After all that grinding and throwing around more gold and mana cores than a mid-tier guild’s treasury, he had expected at least a shiny new title in return. Something he could wave in other vampire faces. But no. Just... reputation.

"The stingy bastards hold onto noble titles like dragons hoarding virgin princesses," he grumbled, tapping his knuckle against the blood altar.

"Aha! Blood God! You are here!" Varnyx walked over, the timing no doubt related. "I have finally prepared all your ritual materials. We can start your body tempering ritual anytime now."

Damon sighed. It looked like finishing the first part of the blood hall rebuild was the secret requirement for him to get the body tempering. Who knew? Of course, he did. He smiled wryly and walked with the vampire.

Varnyx led him further into the blood hall. The rebuild was still going on, but now a lot more chambers had popped up, and he even saw some NPC vampires walking around. The deserted blood hall now looked more lively than usual.

Varnyx moved swiftly, his cloak brushing the floor as he led Damon down a spiraling staircase lined with torch sconces that flickered with bloodflame instead of fire.

At the bottom of the stairwell, a massive double door awaited, sealed shut with intertwining runes of bone and ichor. Varnyx raised a hand, and the locks slowly opened and allowed them to enter. "Welcome to the Ritual Chamber," he intoned.

Damon’s eyes curiously looked inside, only to see a simple pool of blood and some runes on the wall.

Varnyx smirked at Damon’s underwhelmed expression. "Don’t judge it by appearance. This is not a spa. It’s a crucible. Once you step in, the ritual will begin, and either you come out stronger... or you don’t come out at all."

Varnyx gestured to the wall. "These runes were carved from bloodstones from the grave of the last Vampire King. The blood pool contains traces of ancient bloodlines. If they deem you worthy, your body will be reforged. If not... well, at least it’ll be a pretty corpse."

Damon chuckled. "No pressure, huh?"

He pulled off his gear one piece at a time, tossing everything into his spatial ring. He then removed the three spatial rings he had, the vampire charm amulet, and even his underwear until only his pale body remained. Then, without hesitation, he stepped into the pool.

"There we go." Damon took a deep breath and stepped in.

The moment his foot touched the blood, it reacted like a living thing, slithering up his leg in rivulets, fusing with his skin, pulling him deeper. Damon gritted his teeth as the blood invaded his pores, his veins, even his bones. It was not nourishing or welcoming.

Instead, it was oppressive, as if it were trying to break him down completely and swallow him whole.

Varnyx’s voice echoed behind him, distant and ceremonial now. "Blood that sleeps, wake. Bone that breaks, forge. Flesh that dies, transcend. He offers his shell. Take it."

And then the pain began.

The blood ignited inside him like fire beneath his skin.

Damon’s back arched, his breath catching as something ancient and alien clawed into his very marrow. Every inch of his body was being torn apart and reforged, not with mercy but with the cold, precise cruelty of a forge hammer. Muscles spasmed. Veins pulsed. His skin cracked like dried parchment, sloughing off in flakes only to be instantly reknit by the living blood pool.