SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 202: Signing a new contract

Seeing that the item spirit was not responding, Damon signaled to Mark. "Let’s go. Maybe he needs some time to think about everything. Sigh. I am getting thirsty again. Her blood was really such a high." He smirked and started walking away when suddenly a shrill voice sounded behind him.

"Blood God. I agree."

Damon smirked. There. Finally, he had a crack in the previously unbreakable wall.

La Rocha had pushed himself upright, though he still looked like a mess, clothes scorched, hair wild, and aura fractured. But there was something in his eyes now that hadn’t been there before. Not submission, not trust, but a begrudging acknowledgment.

"I agree," the item spirit repeated, quieter this time. "You are weak, pathetic, arrogant, reckless and a belligerent fool."

Damon’s face twitched.

"But you have somehow managed to form a system contract with me. So I will help you for now. For 5 years. I will help you for 5 years after which you will have to release me from your contract."

It wasn’t mere words. The item spirit cheekily tossed another system contract at him.

Damon looked at it for a second and instantly dismissed it. "5 years? What sort of idiot do you think I am? 500 years minimum. Take it or leave it."

La Rocha opened his mouth to say something but when he saw Damon already starting to leave, he hurriedly called after him.

"Wait! Hundred years," La Rocha snapped, his voice tight with frustration.

Damon didn’t even slow down. "Four hundred and fifty," he said casually, hands in his pockets, as if he were haggling over apples at a market instead of binding a living fortress spirit to his service.

"Four hundred," La Rocha growled. "And I want the right to sever the contract if your actions harm me in any way."

Damon paused, one foot already outside the corridor. He turned just enough to glance back, his crimson eyes gleaming. "Agreed. But the same goes for you. You cannot harm me in anyway." freeweɓnovel-cøm

La Rocha fell silent. After a moment, the system chimed again.

[Ding! System Contract Initialized.

Term: 400 Years

Subject: Item Spirit – La Rocha, Core of Null Sanctum Sigma-9]

Damon sat back down on the chair and patiently went through each and every line of the system contract, discussing it with Mark along the way. It was a good thing he did that because he managed to find ten different ways the item spirit had tried to screw him over here and there.

"...He even tried to slip in a clause about independent defense protocols overriding my commands," Damon muttered, eyebrows twitching as he scratched out yet another hidden trap buried in the contract. "Mark, this guy’s practically the item spirit version of a scamming vendor."

Mark leaned over his shoulder, scanning the holographic runes and lines. "And that one there says he can choose to interpret verbal commands ’at his discretion.’ That’s just asking for disaster."

Damon gave a low whistle. "Crafty bastard. I kind of respect it. But no." He edited the clause, replaced it with something airtight. Finally, after a lot of back and forth, the new contract was finalized and signed.

It did look like Damon was taking a big hit but in the end a cooperating age old item spirit was a lot better than a mute one who was unwilling to share anything. There was no point in having a lifetime servitude of such a being. He had bigger fish to fry at the moment and he could use the damned guy’s help.

Besides, many things can change in four hundred years!

After finishing the contract, La Rocha said that he needed about an hour to heal to somewhat passable condition and chucked both Mark and Damon out. Damon gave him a glance but did not say anything. He got out of the metallic fortress and then dismissed the whole thing.

"Are you really going to give him Azuna?" Mark asked once they were outside.

Damon smirked. "Of course, fucking not. Do you think that guy is going to whole-heartedly follow the system contract? Trust me he will be finding a way out in the next four hundred years and so will I. There is bound to be one loophole or the other coming out somewhere. The question is who will find out the first loophole."

Damon knew he was gambling big time since he was competing against a shrewd being that had been alive for centuries and perhaps even millennia. But he also had one advantage La Rocha didn’t. The system laws were on his side and they were pretty iron clad.

"So what is the plan now?" Mark asked.

Damon stretched his arms above his head. "Now? We get ready. The Ice Clan civil war is about to blow wide open, and the gods’ chosen are already sniffing around like starving wolves. I want this fortress mobile and battle-ready before they show up and our family secured. Everything else can wait until after that. We have one hour to kill. So let’s go get our family. Hey, by the way, did you give your mom a skill crystal yet?"

Mark shook his head.

"They should be in my room. Take it and give it to her. Get her inside the game. Unfortunately, the reset time is in an hour so we will have to wait until tomorrow to test this out. But we will do it first thing tomorrow. Make all the preparations tonight and finish. If everything works out well then we wouldn’t have to worry about our family when shit eventually hits the fan."

Already a lot of time was wasted inside the metallic fortress. One entire day was gone in the whole disaster. Not that Damon was complaining. He had gained two invaluable items from it, one extremely useful in his current condition. So everything had turned out fine in the end.

It was just that the timing of it all was a bit too close. First he needed to log out and see what the hell was going on with Artimius and Sylvara and the entirety of ice clan.

He wanted to be one step ahead of their civil unrest which was definitely happening from the way Robert and Mendoza had behaved. That thought lingered in Damon’s mind like a bitter aftertaste.

He couldn’t shake off the gnawing feeling that something was fundamentally off. Robert, despite his usual cryptic behavior, had never acted that smug without reason. And Mendoza? That snake only smiled when he had already laid out every trap and poisoned every well.

Their confidence wasn’t just political bluff. It was certainty. The kind that came from knowing how a game ends before it starts and it did not sit well with Damon.

It was time the old man came clean to him about many things and they talked about everything in detail. There was no point in hiding things any longer.

Damon quickly waved goodbye to Mark and Kate, asking them to take some rest and started heading back to the city area. The two had a special noble vampire skill that allowed them to teleport to the vampire base but it did not allow him to tag along with them. He needed to get back to the city in the hard way.

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