SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 205: I am here

"Hmmm... Do it like this... Roast it well. Focus first. If you don’t focus, how will you ever learn? Do you really not know how to roast a simple fish properly? What have you been cooking for my son and my pumpkin all these days? Have you been starving them? I should have known. Look at my little pumpkin. She is always so thin!"

Georgina’s face twitched as she almost threw the damn fish on the woman’s face... But she didn’t. Oh, she wanted to, wanted it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, but she didn’t. That would ruin the image she was trying to build.

Instead, she gritted her teeth and smiled. "I have been feeding them," Georgina said as calmly as she could, turning the fish with exaggerated care. "Your son eats like a starving ogre and still has abs, and your pumpkin has more energy than an entire herd of mountain goats. But sure, blame the fish."

The older woman sniffed, clearly unimpressed. "There’s feeding, and then there’s nurturing, dear. A good fish is like a good man, crispy outside, tender inside, and not reeking of charcoal." She leaned in dramatically, squinting at the sizzling fish as if it had insulted her ancestors.

Georgina inhaled deeply through her nose, counted to ten, and wondered, not for the first time, if slathering herself in fish guts and leaping into the fire would be more peaceful than surviving another dinner prep with her mother-in-law.

She gave a quick glance at her useless husband, but the man still continued to pretend as if he did not hear her or the chaos unfolding five feet away. He was calmly fishing as if nothing else mattered at the moment.

"What the fuck is wrong with him!" Georgina muttered under her breath. The idiot had finally become completely useless. Who the hell in their right minds would pick fishing as a class when the damned world was coming to an end and all hell was about to break lose?!

"This delusional bastard! Doesn’t he have any sense of responsibility? Shouldn’t he know that he needs to protect his wife and his child. We are both women for fuck sake. We would become the first targets for assholes when the world order crumbles but does he care? No!"

"That loser brother of his looks better and better these days. I should have married that guy instead of this good for nothing. At least we would have some sort of support right now. Hmph." Georgina continuously muttered as she fried the fish.

"What? Did you say something?" Linda asked.

"Nothing, mom. Nothing." Georgina once again faked a smile as she continued to play the role of a obedient daughter-in-law. She was just about done with this useless shit when suddenly she received a message.

Georgina only glanced at the message before she quickly sprang up to her feet. "Mother, I have somewhere else I need to be. How about you finish roasting this fish?" She did not wait for Linda to reply as she tossed the fish aside and started walking away.

"John, your wife is going somewhere." Linda called out, waving the half-roasted fish like a flag of betrayal. "Are you just going to let her leave in the middle of cooking? Can’t you say something to her? She is always so rude to me and Damon. Didn’t Damon specifically ask us not to go anywhere?"

John didn’t even look up from his fishing rod. "She probably forgot something in her class hall," he said casually. "Let her go. It’s probably important. She will be back soon."

Linda sighed. "Damon clearly said-"

"Woman, can you stop nagging that poor girl day in and day out. She probably ran away not able to bear your torture." Anderson shook his head helplessly. He had no idea why Damon asked everyone to gather back in this spot but it was becoming tedious to sit still when he could be doing so much with his pet wolf.

"Paw-paw, are you hungry, my son? Mmmmm. Come here. Let papa give you some kisses." Anderson waved at his silver wolf, his latest pride and joy and the beast padded over with its chest jutted out and proud. It gave the old man a couple of semi-affectionate licks before plopping down next to him with an aloof attitude.

"You are looking cooler and cooler by the minute, Paw-paw." Anderson patted it and the wolf flinched. Clearly, it was not pleased with the name given to it.

Linda ended up laughing out loud at the interaction. "You poor thing. You must have done something terribly wrong in your past life to become this useless thing’s tamed beast. Here, at least eat this fish at least."

The wolf looked at the poorly cooked fish that was on the verge of being ruined. Its eyes became glassy as it turned its head away with a determined snort. It was still an elite rare beast. It had its own pride. There was no way it was going to eat this stupid fish!

Linda scowled. "What wolf is this? Doesn’t even want to eat a fish? Whatever. Both of you do whatever you want. I am going to cook something better for my son."

The silver wolf yawned loudly, flashing rows of razor-sharp teeth, then flopped fully onto its side like it had clocked out for the day.

Linda waved her hand dismissively as she turned back toward the bonfire and started preparing the next fish. This time she did it carefully and slowly, applying all the spices in the right proportions and cooking the tender meat to perfection. A delicious aroma wafted from the roast fish.

This caught the wolf’s attention Instantly. Paw-paw’s nose twitched once. Then again. Its ears perked, and its tail gave a small, traitorous wag before it quickly stilled itself, as if trying to pretend nothing had happened.

But the damage was done. Pride clashed violently with temptation. That smell, crispy skin, charred lemon rind, a hint of butter and wild garlic, was no ordinary campfire dinner. It was food with a capital F.

Even Anderson licked his lips as he prepared to devour the fish. Both master and the beast readied themselves waiting to be served the hot delicious food when the villain arrived.

"Hi mom. I amhere." Damon ran over. With only two minutes left for the server shut down, he barely made it. His gaze instantly shifted to the delicious aroma. "Oh? Fried fish? Looks tasty." With a single swift motion, he directly took the fish from the skewer and gobbled it up.

Anderson froze mid-reach. Paw-paw’s head turned in slow, stunned disbelief.

The wolf snarled at him and Damon turned his attention to the beast. His crimson eyes met the beast’s glowing silver ones in a tense, silent standoff. The next instant, the wolf trembled in fear and quickly prostrated itself on the ground, submitting to Damon.

Anderson couldn’t believe his eyes. His arrogant Paw-paw was behaving like this? "Damon, quit scaring him and you took his fish."

Before Damon could answer, his mom snorted loudly. "That fish was for my son. Don’t keep nagging my son for that stupid wolf. He just came for god sake. Give him a little peace and quiet."

Damon awkwardly smiled. "Ahem. Both of you. It’s ok. I am fine. Sorry, dad. I didn’t mean to frighten your pet. Oh, by the way, good job. You got a good starter beast."

"Yes, a rare elite!" Anderson beamed proudly as he started telling the story.

Linda rolled her eyes. This was tenth time she was hearing the same story and she was sick of it. She ignored the old man and started preparing the next fish.

Soon, the big notification flashed in front of everyone.

[Ding! Game shutdown is starting. Prepare to exit the game in 60 seconds]

Damon gobbled the second piece of fish as well when his gaze darted to his brother and his niece who were both playing in the water just a few feet away. His father and his mother was also right here.

Wait, where the hell was that lunatic?

"Where is Georgina?" He asked his mother.

"She-" His mother’s voice was interrupted and the game world shut down, kicking everyone out. Well, kicking everyone out except Damon. He was still standing at the same spot as he let out an exasperated sigh. He had a feeling that this was going to come back and kick him in the ass.

"Why can’t that damn woman follow a single command?!"

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