SSS-Rank Evolving Monster: From Pest to Cosmic Devourer
Chapter 47: I just wanted to drink some wine and nap

Chapter 47: I just wanted to drink some wine and nap

Sun to moon, time flowed like a silent stream, unbothered by the scars it left behind. One month passed in the blink of an eye.

Yet, that fleeting month had done little to erase the traces of the dreadful battle carved deep into the heart of the forest. Flames still licked the edges of charred trees, smoke curled like ghostly serpents into the skies, and in many places, dried blood marked the ground in dark, ominous patches.

A pungent mix of scorched carbon and rotting flesh lingered in the air, clinging to every leaf, every branch, every breath. The Emerald Green Forest resembled a land that had suffered a natural disaster... and survived.

And yet, amidst the lingering ruin, the shift in atmosphere was undeniable.

Birds soared through the sky, wings spread wide as they sang without fear. From beneath burrows and nests, creatures both timid and bold emerged. Even the youngest children among them, wide-eyed and curious, wandered freely once more.

The gloom that had smothered the forest like a suffocating fog gradually lifted. In its place bloomed a vibrant, almost euphoric energy that pulsed through the forest floor and echoed in the trees above.

A sense of safety—foreign and unfamiliar—had returned.

Deep within their hearts, the forest’s inhabitants knew there was only one creature responsible.

Throughout the woods, animals gathered in excited clumps, gossip flowing as freely as river water. Beneath the shade of a dying tree, a group of hyenas gnawed on a half-decayed human corpse, their eyes gleaming as they spoke animatedly.

"Did you see him? The air itself trembled when the Venom Overlord moved—no predator walks with such silent dominance."

"They came chanting and burning, but he fed—The Overlord drank their time like nectar from a flower."

"I saw ten warriors, spirits howling behind them, and still they fell. What kind of monster shrugs off the wrath of saints?"

"His sting isn’t just poison... it’s fate. When his proboscis strikes, the world dims."

"Remember his wings, brothers—when they hum through the trees, bow your heads... for the Venom Overlord watches."

Nearby, an old hyena scoffed and shook his mangy head, disdain flashing in his eyes. To him, these were just exaggerated stories—no mere pest could rival the majesty of a lion.

One of the younger hyenas glanced over and snorted coldly, eyes filled with firm conviction.

That title—Venom Overlord—was no empty legend. It was the name whispered with reverence throughout the Emerald Green Forest. Ricky Stormwind, a mosquito feared and respected alike, had been crowned its sole king. It was said that even the winds obeyed his commands, and clouds scattered at his will.

Not just in the forest, but throughout the region, Ricky’s name spread like wildfire. Tales of his terrifying power and merciless sting echoed through marketplaces and taverns, stoking awe and fear in equal measure.

In cities and towns, people whispered of a rising Demon King, and of rivers that would once again run red. His growing legend cast a long shadow over the land.

At night, children huddled beneath blankets, whispering stories of the Venom Fang Mosquito with trembling voices. Their mothers, sharp-tongued and clever, used his name as warning.

"Misbehave," they said, "and the Venom Fang Lord will come for you."

And just like that, frightened little ones closed their eyes and fell silent.

For mothers, Ricky’s name had become a strange sort of blessing.

Meanwhile, the Abyssal Pact cult’s prestige shattered.

After all, it was their Stage 2 elites—supposedly mighty and untouchable—who were slaughtered, their power devoured, their pride trampled beneath the feet of a mosquito.

Laughter erupted in corners of the world once hidden in fear. The cult’s dominance, once absolute, was now doubted.

Recruits began to dwindle. In some regions, where the cult’s authority had once been ironclad, people openly defied them.

Desperate to save face, the grand priestess of the Abyssal Pact announced a bounty so large it shook the Kingdom.

Five hundred Stage 2 beast cores—the reward for slaying or capturing the rising Demon King, Venom Fang Overlord.

The moment the bounty was declared, tongues wagged and excitement bubbled over.

But the plan backfired spectacularly.

Rather than diminish his legend, the bounty solidified it. Even those who had dismissed the tales as children’s stories now believed.

The cult itself had confirmed it—the Venom Overlord was real.

...

Lost Eyes Forbidden Ground

North of Eldros Kingdom, nestled in the cradle of cursed winds and eternal fog, was one of the most terrifying forbidden zones known to man.

Here, reality twisted. Laws of logic and nature shattered.

In this dreadful place, plants thrived without light, stones bled when cracked, and echoes came before voices. To enter, one had to pay a terrible price.

Their eyes.

Buried deep within its heart lay the true headquarters of the Abyssal Pact cult.

Inside, the world looked broken—walls cracked like shattered glass, shadows moved without light, and the air tasted of metal and madness.

An enormous iron gate creaked violently as it swung open, and a bald man was tossed through it like garbage.

He rolled across the warped floor, groaning as he came to a stop. Only after putting some distance between himself and the gate did he dare breathe.

Then, as if chilled by winter wind, a voice called out—soft, feminine, but dripping with venomous cold.

"Send someone to take care of the pest..."

The bald man straightened at once, his face solemn.

But the voice said no more.

He sighed, rising slowly and brushing dirt from his robes.

"Grand Priestess is in a foul mood today..." he muttered, lips twitching.

That voice—icy and ethereal—belonged to none other than the grand priestess herself, a being rumored to have surpassed Stage 2 and stepped into the realm of things unnatural.

The bald man groaned.

"I just wanted to drink some wine and nap... damn Ghostly Face, damn that cursed mosquito..."

He, the vice leader of the Abyssal Pact, now had to act personally.

...

Radiant Knight Headquarters

In a grand stone hall lit by sacred torches, a beautiful young woman sat across from a man with neatly-streaked hair and a face that had weathered a thousand storms.

Elina sulked, her arms crossed as she glared at the floor.

"My daughter," Marcus said calmly, "did you finally realize what’s truly important?"

She nodded reluctantly, her face unreadable.

"Having a powerful background is good," he continued, "but walking through the world with your own strength is even better."

Elina knew this was a lesson in humility. Still, she couldn’t help the frustration bubbling within her.

What if she had died?

"Father," she growled, "now that I’ve learned my lesson, go kill that mosquito for me..."

Marcus’s gaze sharpened, a cold edge creeping into his smile.

"Don’t worry. The Radiant Knight Order will not let this go. He dared to kill a Truth Seeker—this has gone too far."

His eyes gleamed with killing intent.

To Marcus, the mosquito’s fate was already sealed.