My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 84 84: Ghoul

"This is taking too long," Eryke the Third thought bitterly.

From his calculations, if he truly wanted to create a body, it would take hours, possibly even days. But he had only ten minutes left.

"Should I really do it?"

He wasn't sure of the consequences of absorbing the fruit from this dead plant, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and proceed.

If he remained just a mass of death energy, the mont the curse took effect, he would be completely destroyed, his talent wouldn't be able to save him.

At last, he made his decision and consud the death fruit.

The mont the black mass of death energy rged with the seed, Eryke the Third was sucked into it.

"Eh?"

He was stunned, confusion clouding his mind.

[You have absorbed the Seed of Death]

[You have successfully completed your transformation and beco a "Livingless Being," a Fetus Ghoul]

[You have gained the title ]

…

You can assimilate with death.

…

The next mont, he felt as if he were in an entirely different place—one filled with energies that resonated with his new form.

"Where am I?"

In his current state, he couldn't see anything, leaving him utterly clueless.

Then, sothing strange stirred within him.

"Eh?"

The seed-like fruit now resided within him.

"Huh?"

It felt as though the seed wasn't sothing external to him—it was part of him, like an extension of his limbs.

Curious, he decided to try moving it.

The mont he did, thick death energy leaked from it, causing the mass of death energy to beco denser.

At first, he may have only appeared as a wisp of smoky dust, but now he resembled a swirling black cloud.

Although he couldn't see, he could sense his surroundings. It felt strange, yet sohow natural.

He attempted to move within this space and he did, almost too quickly.

It was as if he were a fish swimming through an ocean, each movent coming effortlessly.

"This… this feels aweso…"

He zipped through his surroundings, an inexplicable excitent bubbling within him.

But as he moved, he collided with sothing. The mont he made contact, a terrifying suction force began to pull him in.

All the death energy was being drawn into it, causing his form to fade away.

"Hmm?"

Eryke the Third didn't fully understand what was happening, but he realized that if he didn't act fast, he'd soon be consud by it.

"But what do I do?"

Frowning in concentration, he quickly began searching for a solution.

But all the skills and titles he had gained so far were designed for his human-like form. In his current spectral state, he had nothing to rely on.

"Sigh."

Without a solution in sight, he decided to activate his Seed of Death.

Death energy surged from it, replenishing him as it was being drained by the mysterious force.

The more ti passed, the deeper his worry grew.

"I'm stuck here, and if this keeps up, I'll be drained dry."

He gritted his imaginary teeth:

"I'll see how much you can take."

At the very least, his Seed of Death seed to hold an endless supply of death energy, so he continued to fuel his form, over and over, just to hold on.

Ti seed to stretch on endlessly. What felt like decades, centuries, or even aeons passed, and Eryke the Third found himself growing tired and bored.

"This Seed of Death really is limitless."

Then, suddenly, the suction force that had been draining him stopped. He could move again.

Eryke the Third carefully assessed his surroundings.

Though he couldn't see, he sensed a massive presence—sothing moving away from him at an incredible speed.

"You think you can escape so easily?"

He sneered inwardly, then surged forward, swiftly weaving through the space. At the sa ti, he released more of his death energy, and it was still being pulled into the unknown force.

The chase lasted only a brief mont before a terrifying explosion rocked the entire area.

The death energy shook everything, and Eryke the Third felt a yearning deep within his very soul.

Though he couldn't see, he sensed sothing before him that called to him, sothing he longed for.

Without hesitation, he moved toward it, and it instinctively absorbed him.

Instantly, sothing strange occurred within his Seed of Death.

It wasn't a physical change but the transformation was undeniable. The death energy that defied his physique began to shift.

From a re blob of smoke, he began to take on a human-like form, with arms and limbs made of pure death energy.

And with this change, he could finally see.

[You have absorbed the core of a spectral ghoul]

[You have leveled up from Fetus Ghoul to Youngling Ghoul]

"Huh, what?"

Eryke the Third looked around, his surroundings imdiately stunning him into place.

Larvae flowed through the area, and countless wails erupted, filling the air. Ghouls walked and ran in every direction, each minding their own business.

The cries ca from small, smoke-like entities, divided into two distinct categories, with the giant ghouls acting as their guides.

The black puffs of smoke wailed continuously.

In the distance, a massive black gate lood, guarded by a giant two-headed dog.

"Is this hell?"

The question surged through his mind without warning.

***

Eryke looked at the situation unfolding for Eryke the Third and could only sigh.

"I sent him to fetch food, and now he's bringing more trouble to deal with."

He felt like facepalming himself.

Rubbing his skeletal forehead, Eryke cald his nerves and ate so sand to recover. For now, there was no other choice.

***

Eryke the Third scanned his surroundings and walked up to one of the ghouls. It turned toward him, grinning before opening its mouth wide, attempting to devour him.

At first, he was stunned, but then a grin appeared on his face, though it was entirely imaginary.

"Oh, you want to devour too?"

This ghoul was much bigger than him but there was no fear in his "heart".