SSS-Rank Evolving Monster: From Pest to Cosmic Devourer-Chapter 82: Two world

Marcus pressed his hands together, his expression turning icy cold as his spiritual pressure surged. A deep, sonorous hum echoed from his body, resonating with the air itself. Behind him, the translucent silhouette of a colossal dragon began to form—its eyes burning with primal might, wings stretching outward as if to swallow the heavens.

This wasn’t just power.

It was a Transcendent Character—the defining threshold that separated Stage 2 from the realm of legends.

A symbol of domination, of absolute pride—the Dragon had always stood as the peak of spiritual supremacy.

Ricky’s eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing.

He’s that close... dangerously close to Stage 3.

There was no time to waste.

Then, Marcus spoke—his voice calm, almost godlike.

"Fusion of Two Worlds."

As those words fell, the dragon’s outline merged with Marcus’ form. His body shone like a living sun, golden light blazing forth in all directions. It wasn’t just light—it carried with it Sun Essence, the purest form of fire and divinity, radiating majesty and destruction in equal measure.

Then—without warning—Marcus struck.

Swish!

A palm swept forth, and the very air caught fire.

A wave of blistering heat roared across the battlefield, bending the surrounding space. The sheer pressure was unbearable—like the breath of a sun god crashing down.

Ricky braced himself, Iron Veil already reinforcing his spiritual field. His aura condensed like a fortress—but even so, when the blow landed, it was like a divine hammer smashing through him. His vision trembled, and for a split second, his heart stuttered.

A qualitative leap.

Marcus wasn’t merely stronger now. His power had ascended to a realm that crushed anything beneath it—both in offense and defense.

Marcus’ cold gaze flickered slightly.

"Hmmm?"

There was surprise in his eyes.

This pest—this insect—had taken a palm reinforced by his Transcendent character and Sun Essence head-on... and survived? With barely a scratch?

Marcus’ thoughts twisted.

Hundreds of years of cultivation, and this creature with no heritage, no divine blessing—stood tall?

But before he could reassess—

A cold, razor-sharp voice echoed inside his mind.

"It is time to end this."

Boom!

The air cracked as Ricky moved.

He didn’t just dash forward—he obliterated the space in front of him.

The earth split apart, a gaping scar forming beneath his feet as his spiritual pressure surged. Every step shook the world. In the blink of an eye, he was already inches away from Marcus.

A massive sword-shaped spiritual field loomed above him—transformed, solidified, and reinforced with the terrifying edge of Iron Veil. The blade howled through the air like a judgment from the abyss.

Boom!

Golden light burst from Marcus’ divine armour, reacting instantly, but it wasn’t enough. His body shot back like a cannonball, crashing into a building with a deafening roar.

Ricky gave chase.

His figure blurred, holy sword descending in a flurry of relentless slashes. The radiant blade crashed into the divine armour again and again—sparks, cracks, and fragments spraying in every direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The building quaked, groaned, and finally collapsed, its interior reduced to rubble.

Marcus, still within the debris, glared out. His golden glow flickered—no longer a blinding sun, but a dimming flame.

Rage. Pure, righteous fury burned in his eyes.

Then he countered.

Another Fusion of Two Worlds palm surged forward—this time more precise, more desperate.

But Ricky didn’t evade.

He met it head-on—proboscis sharpened like a god-slaying spear. In one fluid motion, it pierced straight through Marcus’ palm.

Blood erupted.

[113 Days of Lifespan Absorbed]

Marcus reeled in shock—but his instincts screamed something else. Something far worse.

He looked at Ricky—really looked.

And saw death.

Before he could even speak—

Shhk!

A blade of pure spiritual force pierced his eye socket and burst out the other side. Pain shot through his brain like lightning.

"You! Demonic being—"

Shhhhk!

The divine sword plunged again—this time straight into his open mouth, nailing his head backward, silencing his words forever.

Ricky stood above, eyes wild with fury and venom.

"Little bitch, why don’t you kill me now..."

"With this little strength, you dare to make Dark Shadow suffer..."

His voice was filled with hatred—not rage alone, but vengeance.

As Marcus thrashed weakly, Ricky held him there, impaled, the spiritual flame on his sword burning against golden flesh.

And all the while—

he drank.

[54 Days of Lifespan Absorbed]

[63 Days of Lifespan Absorbed]

Each second was another wound.

Each drop of life stolen was another nail in the coffin of Marcus’ legacy.

The battle was far from over—but Ricky’s dominance was no longer in doubt.

The divine hum in the air finally faded, the echo of battle dispersing like ash in the wind.

Marcus stopped moving.

His once-mighty form, clad in dulled gold and cracked armor, now lay motionless amidst the rubble. His eyes, once burning with righteous fury, stared vacantly into the heavens. Not even the faintest tremble stirred his fingers.

He was finished.

Nothing more than a lifeless husk.

Ricky stood over the body, panting softly. Blood streaked across his limbs—his, Marcus’, and others’. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his spiritual field still pulsing faintly like a slowing drumbeat.

He looked down at the fallen Vice Leader, then sighed, shaking his head in quiet disdain.

"Could’ve saved yourself the trouble," he muttered.

Then, without another glance, Ricky took to the air and shot toward a faint spiritual signature hiding behind the ruins of a distant structure.

He could feel it—a flicker of fear, a Stage 1 being trying to mask their presence.

Foolish.

This was no time to be merciful to the undeserving.

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Like a predator in a city of prey, Ricky moved—a black blur weaving across rooftops, alleyways, and smoke-stained courtyards. Wherever he went, Lifespan drained, flowing into his spiritual field like a tide of warm nectar.

He didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t question.

Every aura he deemed tainted by cruelty, greed, or bloodshed was snuffed out.

"AHH—!"

"Somebody stop this monster!"

"Where are the Radiant Knight Order men when you need them?!"

Panic spread like wildfire. The city’s remaining defenders tried to rally, but it was too late.

Ricky had become a storm.

His spiritual field descended like an executioner’s blade—crushing, precise, and absolute. The moment it swept over the streets, the air turned heavy, and hearts froze.

Yet, even in that terror, there was a glimmer of restraint.

Children hiding behind mothers, the elderly crouching behind doors, the injured who had taken no part in the battle—they felt it.

The pressure passed them by.

Ricky spared the innocent.

He wasn’t here for senseless slaughter. He wasn’t Marcus.

He would never be Marcus.

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Time flowed unnoticed.

An hour passed beneath the ash-colored sky.

And in that hour...

10,000 years of Lifespan flowed into Ricky’s growing core.

It was intoxicating—an endless surge of power, nourishment for his evolution, fuel for the path ahead. The edges of his spiritual field shimmered faintly now, thicker and darker than ever before.

But he wasn’t done.

His wings buzzed as he scanned the horizon, spiritual senses unfurling like a net.

Somewhere out there, more blood still lingered.

More strength could be claimed.

The hunt continued.

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Meanwhile, outside the city, high atop a jagged boulder overlooking the burning ruins, two sharp eyes glinted beneath a heavy brow.

Boar had been watching everything with quiet vigilance, his tusked face contorted in uncertainty.

The final tremors of battle had just subsided, leaving only silence in their wake.

He narrowed his gaze, eyes scanning the devastated skyline, smoke curling up from collapsed buildings like black tendrils.

"Is it over...?"

Ricky had ordered him to wait outside—to stay put unless something went horribly wrong.

But now, with the eerie calm settling over the city, Boar’s unease deepened.

Just then, something moved on the horizon.

A black speck dashed through the city outskirts, kicking up dirt and shattered stone. Boar squinted—and immediately recognized the wild zigzagging movement.

"That’s Overlord!" he muttered.

The next words came out as a growl.

"Fuck! Where did that old cougar pop up from?!"

Ricky came barreling toward him like a possessed beast, spiritual field buzzing chaotically, wings in overdrive. His expression was one of pure panic—fury, too, but mostly panic.

Behind him, the sky flickered—an explosion of power erupted as a thunderous roar shook the heavens.

A white-robed figure burst forth from the ruined inner city, chasing Ricky at a breakneck pace.

The man’s presence was suffocating, dense like a collapsing star.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, PEST, IF YOU WANT TO DIE IN ONE PIECE!"

The roar wasn’t just loud—it was absolute.

The very air fractured from the force of his voice, soundwaves creating ripples across the sky as if reality itself had been struck.

Boar flinched.

Down below, several surviving guards who had once cowered in terror looked up and gasped.

"Leader, you’re finally back!"

"Save us from this monster—please!"

Their cries were laced with desperation and renewed hope, as if salvation had just returned in a storm of white robes and righteous wrath.

But Ricky wasn’t about to wait around to see what level of divine ass-kicking this man could unleash.

"Hell no," he muttered through gritted teeth, wings buzzing even faster as he shot past Boar.

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