Eldritch Assassin: Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Devouring System
Chapter 64: First Floor’s Difficulty

Chapter 64: First Floor’s Difficulty

[Primal Energy Detected]

[Adapting Core Structure...]

Kael’s muscles locked. A searing heat exploded from his chest and spread outward as if his very soul was being burned and reforged.

He gasped.

His thoughts became razor sharp. He could feel everything—each fallen leaf, each twitch in the dead warriors’ corpses, even the subtle breath of the forest wind.

[Stage 1 Primal Warrior: Engaged]

[Stat Threshold Surpassed — Level Up x3]

[Level 19 → 20 → 21 Achieved]

A flood of data slammed into his mind. It wasn’t just numbers. It was instincts, movements, reactions. Like his body remembered things it hadn’t lived through. He could feel where to strike before lifting a finger. His body no longer moved like a Half-Step Evolver.

He had stepped into something greater. He had begun his part in evolution.

[Passive Trait Gained: Primal Endurance]

> Moderate resistance to exhaustion and environmental hazards. Boost to recovery rate while in active combat.

[Active Skill Gained: Essence Pulse]

> Emits a concussive wave of raw Primal Energy around the user. Stuns targets below your Tier. Mildly affects those within your Tier. Cooldown: 30 seconds.

Kael opened his eyes. The forest wasn’t quiet anymore.

He could hear the heartbeat of the trees. The flow of water somewhere far off. His breathing no longer rasped. His chest was rising steady, measured.

He stood slowly, the aches still present, but dulled now. His wounds hadn’t healed—but they weren’t screaming anymore. His muscles felt tighter, denser. His center of gravity had shifted. Like he could spring a hundred feet if he tried.

Kael looked at his hand. It was the same hand, same blood.

But something had changed. He was heavier—not in weight, but in presence. The air clung to him. Even the lingering primal energy around him circled lazily, pulled in by the quiet Essence Core within him.

He exhaled.

No fanfare. No sound of enemies. Just... a man standing amid a battlefield, stronger than he had ever been.

He flexed his fingers and the popping sounds that followed made him smile in satisfaction.

Kael moved forward, stepping past the bodies of the fallen. Not a single one twitched. His kills had been final with brutal intensity.

A low rumble echoed in the distance. The ground under his feet trembled, and a massive stone monolith began to rise ahead. Vines peeled away, dirt crumbling as ancient runes lit up one by one.

[Ascension Gate: Floor Two Unlocked]

Kael stared at it. The energy around it wasn’t hostile. It was... beckoning.

But he wasn’t ready. Not yet.

He turned and found a patch of mossy ground. Sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

His body still needed time to catch up with his new strength. Breaking through didn’t heal the damage. It just gave him a bigger bucket to carry more pain.

He sat still, breathing in and out slowly. He let the world fade around him and focused inward.

The new Essence Core felt like a pool or lake inside him. The Core now glowed with a steady light. No longer flickering or moving wild. He was a Primal Warrior now.

A small grin tugged at his lips, "Not bad... Not bad at all." he muttered.

But deep in that calm, in that quiet, Kael’s mind didn’t celebrate. He calculated and planned for the next floors. He’d barely survived this floor. Even with the Eldritch Reversal and his new boost, it had pushed him to the edge.

The next floor wouldn’t be easier. And now... he had no backup skill to save him.

Still, Kael opened his eyes and stood, walking towards the Ascension Gate

***

BOOM!

The pagoda trembled.

From the outside, its eighteen towering floors stood silent and cold. But the second floor had just begun to glow—faint golden lines crawling up its sides, a clear sign that someone had advanced.

Outside, the plain was empty, wind sweeping across the short grass. But above the entrance of the jade pagoda, the carved runes pulsed dimly—watching, waiting.

Inside, it was chaos.

Crack!

A figure slammed into the ground, tumbling like a ragdoll through the exit of the trial gate, coughing blood.

It was Cedric.

The Lvl 18 ice-mage’s robe was torn, frost hanging off his fingers like shattered glass. His staff had snapped in half. He clutched his ribs, gasping, eyes wide with disbelief.

"W-What... I couldn’t defeat seven opponents three levels above me—how...?"

He was ejected.

Another bang echoed.

Mei-Lin followed next. Her once graceful wind energy was scattered and her fan-blade split down the center. Her limbs trembled as she hit the grass hard, rolling over herself and vomiting blood.

"No...! That wasn’t supposed to happen—I have trained for this...!"

She collapsed beside Cedric, looking dazed and in disbelief. She couldn’t get past the fifth phase of the first floor which was against twenty-four opponents five levels above her.

Taryn appeared next. Her daggers were gone, her body bruised, and her breathing ragged. The Lvl 26 mercenary hit the ground harder than the others, blood dripping from her temple and nose as she crawled to her knees, looking battered and well-ridden.

She didn’t say a word.. she couldn’t.

She just stared at the glowing pagoda in silence with her fists clenched, and jaw locked.

Boom!

The second floor lit up completely—now bathed in a full golden sheen. A third row of runes began to flicker.

"They’re... still in?" Cedric croaked, lifting his bloodied head. "All of them?"

Taryn’s eye twitched, fighting the urge to slap into him sense. "Not all," she muttered. "We’re out. Remember?"

Behind her, the runes over the pagoda shimmered again. The second floor pulsed again. And this time—nothing came out.

They were still going.

***

Inside the Pagoda – Second Floor

The shift was instant after Kael passed through the Ascension Gate. He blinked and the world around him changed.

Gone was the forest. Gone were the corpses and the swirling of the wind. Now, he stood in a wide stone chamber—it was circular, smooth, and bare.

The walls were seamless, like a single slab carved by the gods. There were no doors and no torches, just a faint golden light radiating from the ceiling.