SSS-Rank Evolving Monster: From Pest to Cosmic Devourer-Chapter 63: David Well-wisher

Ricky felt like some sort of bizarre oddity—a misfit creature thrown into a high-stakes gathering of elites. It wasn’t just the sheer pressure hanging in the air or the intense auras crackling like thunder around him—it was the way the others regarded one another, like ancient beasts circling prey, or royalty measuring pawns.

He even spotted two entities that seemed closer to his kind—at least in form, if not temperament.

Some distance away, a sleek black panther stood poised with effortless grace, its luminous golden eyes watching the central speaker with indifferent calm, as if none of this concerned it. Power coiled beneath its fur like a storm waiting to break, but for now, it simply observed.

Beside the beast loomed something even more alien—an insectoid queen, a haunting blend between ant and spider, with a chitinous exoskeleton that shimmered in shades of crimson and gold. Her mandibles twitched softly, her eyes crystalline and cold, calculating with clinical interest.

Ricky narrowed his gaze. That one felt... dangerous. Not in brute strength—but in will. Cold, composed, and utterly unreadable. He made a mental note to tread carefully.

Then his eyes drifted back toward the towering giant dominating the center of the hall, and with a snort, Ricky dismissed him altogether.

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"How dare this pest ignore me..."

Gorath’s massive chest heaved, steam hissing from his nostrils like smoke from a volcano about to erupt. Fury twisted his expression, and the air around him shimmered from the heat of his barely contained rage.

That mosquito. That thing had dared to look at him with scorn and then simply... turn away?

Him? Prince Gorath? A being born of lava and fire, with the bloodline of molten titans?

He had arrived furious to begin with—furious that the sacred inheritance his ancestors spoke of wasn’t automatically his. It was supposed to be his birthright, not a competition. But instead of reverence, he was met with rivals.

And now, this little insect didn’t even acknowledge his worth.

Since birth, he’d been told that once he reached Stage 3, a destiny beyond comprehension awaited him. But this—this trial of comparison, of struggle—felt like mockery.

And Gorath did not take mockery lightly. free𝑤ebnovel.com

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"Interesting..."

"So this is the Venom Fang Overlord...?"

A young man’s voice, soft and thoughtful, cut through the heavy silence.

Dressed in modest robes of fine but unassuming fabric, the man possessed a kind of innate nobility. His features were statuesque—sharp brows, piercing blue eyes, a jawline that could make maidens sigh in their dreams. There was nothing flamboyant about him, yet he drew attention like the moon commands the tides.

He was Darius Eldros, the Second Prince of the Eldros Kingdom.

And he knew exactly who Ricky was.

How could he not? The tale of the Venom Overlord of the Thousand Emerald Green Forest had spread like wildfire across the land. Ricky Stormwind had become a symbol—of terror, of change, of something primal rising.

Darius tilted his head thoughtfully, then turned his gaze toward another familiar presence seated in the distance atop a carved stone throne.

"Son of the Supreme Commander of the Iron Fang Legion," he muttered.

With himself included, that made three contenders from Eldros Kingdom. A rare concentration of fortune.

Perhaps the heavens are smiling on us, Darius thought, his pulse quickening.

He knew of Selene Veylor, far more than Ricky did. While Ricky remained ignorant of her legend, Darius had read of her in the writings of Eldros’ founding ancestor, Ethan Eldros. The elder had met her long ago, during a pivotal moment in his youth. It had reshaped his destiny.

Though the records were sparse, Ethan had left a cryptic prophecy: that one day, a descendant of his line would be given the chance to inherit Selene’s legacy.

And today, while practicing, a crack had opened beneath Darius’ feet. He’d known, without anyone telling him, that this was that chance.

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"Hmm? Prince Darius..."

From across the hall, Klaus Dorn opened one eye, sensing the prince’s attention. His body remained still, seated in a composed lotus position, the aura of iron will radiating from him like steel drawn under tension.

But just as quickly as his eyes opened, they closed again.

He had no time for games or stares. Not now.

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Meanwhile, Ricky remained blissfully unaware of the royal gaze falling upon him. Even if he had noticed, it wouldn’t have mattered. A prince was just another sack of meat and bones to him.

His eyes roamed again... and then froze.

In a darkened corner of the vast hall sat four figures that he had somehow missed.

One man in a crisp black tuxedo, exuding an completely harmless atmosphere.

Two women in black lace maid outfits, serene yet unreadable.

And a duck—yes, a duck—smoking a cigarette.

Unlike the other participants, who radiated menace and power, these four appeared... harmless. Almost absurdly normal.

Ricky’s instincts screamed otherwise.

He stared, unsettled. The tuxedoed man seemed to sense his gaze—and slowly turned to meet his eyes.

Ricky gulped.

Then the man smiled and beckoned him over.

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The man’s name was David Well-wisher, a humble and innocent manager of the Eternal Origin Bank, an institution that invested in prodigies the same way empires collected treasures.

He stared at the glowing blue status window hovering before him.

[Name – Ricky Stormwind]

[Age – 28 years]

[Potential – SSS Grade]

[Cultivation – Ravaging Beasts Rank 2]

[Crystallization of Life – ???????????]

[Investment Grade – SSS]

[Remark – The individual information cannot be deduced.]

David raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He didn’t care about the mystery. SSS was enough to make him salivate. And more importantly, with just one glance he deduced Ricky background, and the Information made him smile, Ricky was an Earthling, just like him.

He was sure that with the help of Ricky, he could finally break the bottleneck and ascend.

At that thought, David couldn’t stop himself from snickering in joy.

Then his gaze drifted to the far end of the hall, where the Guardian Spirit stood—her form that of a delicate girl, her presence flickering like a fading flame.

A bittersweet smile tugged at David’s lips.

"Huh... Time really flies. Who would’ve thought Selene would pass on so soon..."

For the longest time, he’d believed Selene Veylor would be the next chosen one, the next great anchor of their generation.

But life—life had its surprises.

The spirit, sensing David’s attention, visibly trembled. For a heartbeat, she flickered—her form briefly vanishing like mist.

"Why is he here...?" she whispered in horror, her voice caught between awe and dread.

She knew who David was. She had inherited enough of Selene’s memories to understand that this man did not belong to the order of things.

Just as the pressure seemed unbearable, David blinked and turned away.

A soft chuckle echoed beside the spirit’s ear.

"Don’t be afraid, little girl. I’m not going to eat you."

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While David toyed with the guardian, Ricky slowly flew over.

His tiny heart fluttered with unease.

He had stepped into a world filled with monsters. But something told him... this tuxedoed man might be the strangest monster of them all.

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