SSS-Rank Evolving Monster: From Pest to Cosmic Devourer-Chapter 89: Eternal and undying

"What is this Primordial Eternal True Origin Race?"

Ricky asked, his voice filled with awe. Just hearing the name sparked a strange reverence in his chest—like whispering the name of a forgotten god. His antennae twitched, and his compound eyes glinted with curiosity. Whatever this being was, it exuded an aura that made even the laws of reality seem fragile.

The Guardian Spirit remained silent for a moment.

Her amethyst eyes glowed faintly, shimmering with veiled emotions as she stared at the towering entity within the glowing cage. Something like nostalgia... or perhaps ancient sorrow, flickered across her otherwise indifferent expression.

"True Origin Race..." she murmured under her breath, as if the title itself carried a weight too heavy for the present era.

Then, slowly, she began to speak.

"There are multiple theories about their existence," she said, her tone quiet yet filled with solemnity. "Some say they were born from the first breath of the universe. Others believe they were the ones who shaped that breath into form."

She paused, her gaze never leaving the imprisoned colossus.

"But the theory agreed upon by most Divine Researcher Saints... is the Theory of Eternal Separation."

Ricky blinked, antennae rising slightly in confusion.

"Theory of Eternal Separation?" he echoed aloud. What kind of theory was that?

He was about to question further when something in the air changed.

A chill ran down his spiritual field.

The giant moved.

Just slightly.

Yet that minuscule motion felt like a continent had shifted.

The titan’s eyes, once closed or disinterested, now cracked open—twin voids filled with the depth of eternity itself. They locked onto Ricky, ancient and emotionless, yet aware.

And in that moment...

Everything changed.

Even though the inheritance ground clearly suppressed the creature’s power, Ricky suddenly felt as though the weight of the entire cosmos had settled upon his body.

His spiritual field shrank violently, retreating like prey before a predator. It wasn’t just fear—it was instinct. Something older than sentience whispered danger into every corner of his being.

His exoskeleton let out a loud, grating noise—

Crack!

He shook uncontrollably, like a leaf caught in a world-ending storm. His legs bent as if they might collapse at any second. Every cell in his body screamed in alarm.

This... thing... was not meant to exist in this age.

His thoughts were jumbled, barely coherent. Not even the abyssal powers he’d faced, not the Radiant Knights, nor the Abyssal Cultists, nor cosmic Xuar Yhun... none of them made him feel like this.

This was different.

It wasn’t strength.

It was origin.

Just then, the Guardian Spirit’s voice rang out—sharp, cold, and thunderous.

"Impudent!"

The single word carried the weight of an ancient command, shaking the very fabric of the air.

In response, the glowing cage trembled violently. The metallic rods surrounding them let out a deep hum, vibrating with power as a cascade of ancient runes flared to life across their surfaces. Each rune pulsed furiously with a light that felt both sacred and terrifying—like the heartbeat of an archaic law being reawakened.

The titan shuddered.

It was like an earthquake rippled through his gargantuan frame. A deep groan escaped his lips, and his muscles tensed under invisible strain. For the first time, a crack of discomfort flickered across his expression.

Then—slowly, reluctantly—he turned his gaze away.

The oppressive weight bearing down on Ricky vanished instantly, as if the universe had exhaled. He collapsed to one knee, antennae twitching, sweat glistening like cold dew on his exoskeleton.

He had survived... barely.

Without waiting for acknowledgment, the Guardian Spirit resumed speaking, her voice once more composed and cold, like the edge of a blade tempered by time.

"Everything in this universe—whether dead or alive—is bound to it by origin. A stone, a star, a soul... all are inseparable parts of the known world. When a living being dies, they return. Their essence dissolves and merges with the universe, becoming one with the cycle."

She paused.

Then her gaze shifted toward the bound colossus—toward something ancient enough to shake the heavens—and her voice grew low, almost reverent.

"But the True Origin Race... they are different."

A heavy silence settled over the cage. Ricky instinctively held his breath, sensing something unnatural in the air.

The Guardian Spirit hesitated.

As if the very words she was about to speak carried a blasphemy too great for the world to bear.

And then—

Boom!

Without warning, the prison quaked as black clouds erupted into existence. They appeared out of nowhere, coiling like serpents of shadow high above the cage. Their arrival brought no thunder, yet the sense of doom they carried was far more dreadful.

They weren’t just clouds.

They were omens.

Dark, churning, and thick with ancient hostility—like a manifestation of the world’s will itself. A divine warning whispered into the bones of every living thing in that space:

"Do not speak."

"Do not reveal."

"Or be erased."

Ricky lifted his head, his compound eyes reflecting the roiling heavens. Every instinct told him to back away, to lower his gaze, to be silent.

But the Guardian Spirit remained still.

Unmoved. Unshaken.

Her amethyst eyes calmly stared into the heart of the storm above, utterly unfazed—as if she had seen this many times before.

She did not retreat.

She did not yield.

And it was in that moment Ricky realized...

She would still speak.

Even if the heavens themselves tried to silence her.

The next moment, the Guardian Spirit merely snorted coldly, the sound sharp as shattered glass in a silent room.

"This is the world of my creator. Not just anyone can barge in without permission."

Her voice was calm, but beneath it ran a force that could freeze oceans.

"Be gone, foul thing."

She stood tall amidst the swirling pressure, her ethereal form glowing faintly, a silhouette of dignity and defiance. There was a silent grandeur about her—cold, unbending, and heroic.

Even Ricky, who had been silently observing from a distance, felt a rare flicker of admiration stir in his heart.

Crackle! Crackle!

Above, the black clouds writhed in fury.

From their bloated depths, coils of purple lightning—each as thick as ancient trees—snapped and surged like venomous serpents ready to strike. They danced through the clouds with savage grace, hissing with a power that seemed as old as the world itself.

And yet, the Guardian Spirit remained unmoved.

Her amethyst eyes didn’t waver, her expression remained indifferent—like a mountain untouched by storm or flame.

With the flick of her delicate wrist, a ripple spread outward.

It wasn’t just a wave—it was a command, echoed from the bones of the world itself. Strange, wave-like forces rose from deep underground, like the earth itself answering her call. They surged upward with an invisible might, colliding with the heavens—

—and scattered the clouds.

In an instant, the ominous sky fractured like glass under a hammer. The storm vanished as quickly as it had arrived, its menace dispelled by the will of a guardian.

Ricky exhaled heavily, the tension in his exoskeleton easing.

He never imagined that simple words—mere explanations—could provoke such divine fury.

The Guardian Spirit, however, merely smiled lightly, brushing off the encounter as if it were no more than a passing breeze.

She turned her gaze back to him.

"Okay, let me continue where I had stopped."

Her voice was once again serene and informative.

"The True Origin Race, unlike everything else in existence, has severed their connection to the universe. They took away their Origin... removed themselves from the cycle of creation and return."

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"Time, destiny, fate, or any other force—none of them can affect a member of the True Origin Race."

"Meaning... they are eternal. Undying."

The words struck Ricky harder than any physical blow.

It was like a bolt of lightning crashing through his mind. He staggered back a step, his antennae twitching wildly, forced to take a deep breath to calm the stirrings of awe and confusion inside him.

But one question lingered, pressing itself to the front of his mind.

"If they are eternal and undying..." he said aloud, voice edged with disbelief, "then how did this one end up like this?"

The Guardian Spirit’s expression softened, if only slightly, and she released a quiet sigh.

"That... is a mystery."

Her gaze drifted toward the imprisoned giant once more.

"According to what I know, the Divine Saint discovered him drifting in the endless void, a place without time or space. By then, he was already at death’s door. His True Origin had been stripped from him."

"The fact that he survived even that long without it..." she paused, "is a miracle in itself."

Ricky gently flapped his wings, his compound eyes thoughtful.

He didn’t understand everything—not yet. There were too many layers of power, history, and meaning that eluded him. It was like staring up at an unfathomable mountain while still learning how to crawl.

So, he chose to focus on what he did understand—his goal.

If this man was truly a being of eternal life, then...

Ricky’s hopes surged like a rocket launching skyward.

"Okay, Guardian Spirit," he said, his voice cold with focus. "Make sure he doesn’t move. I’m going to do my thing."

"Yes, Master."

She nodded without hesitation, obedient as ever—but her eyes gleamed with a quiet curiosity. She, too, wanted to know—would Ricky’s strange ability work even on one who existed beyond life and death?

Ricky glided silently through the air, his form sleek and light, almost like a whisper carried on the wind.

He landed on the titan’s massive frame without making a sound.

No words. No hesitation.

It was time.

He prepared himself, proboscis gleaming faintly as he focused his will.

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