One after another, notifications burst into Ricky's vision like a relentless storm of glowing runes, each one more staggering than the last.
[20 days of Lifespan absorbed.]
[96 days of Lifespan absorbed.]
[45 days of Lifespan absorbed.]
The messages surged forward like an endless tide, overwhelming his senses.
Ricky's proboscis trembled, quivering with strain as the torrent of raw lifespan gushed through it. Each breath he took felt like drinking from a raging flood. His spiritual core pulsed with heat, almost as if on the verge of overflowing.
If he had possessed the ability to absorb lifespan in years instead of days, his total might have already soared into the tens of thousands—a figure too vast to even grasp.
But right now, Ricky felt like a lone insect trying to devour an entire ocean.
And then—
A chill coiled around his spine like a serpent.
His wings buzzed involuntarily, and every nerve in his body tensed.
Something… was wrong.
