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Chapter 133 The Syrcax
Chapter 133 The Syrcax
ROOAARRR!!
A deafening roar echoed through the realm as six Grade 3 Chimptants charged toward Silas, who stood his ground, his scythe gripped tightly in his right hand. His expression remained cold and resolute, his gaze unwavering as the monstrous creatures approached.
A few meters away, Ava and the rest of their group watched in silence, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief. Ever since they entered the realm, their sole role had been to observe while Silas single-handedly dispatched the mutants. Each battle they witnessed only reinforced the conclusion they had reached—Silas was undoubtedly the strongest individual they had ever encountered.
The ground trembled slightly under the relentless pounding of the Chimptants' feet. Drool dripped from their gaping mouths, their eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. As they closed the distance, their razor-sharp claws extended, ready to tear Silas apart.
Silas remained calm, his gaze fixed on the incoming attack. The instant the claws were inches away, he leaped backward with practiced precision, evading the strike effortlessly. The mutants' claws sliced through the empty air, missing their target entirely. Without hesitation, Silas counterattacked, swinging his scythe in a wide arc toward their outstretched arms.
SLASH!
The scythe struck true, connecting with the mutants' claws and shattering them instantly. Agonized roars erupted from the Chimptants, their pain-filled cries echoing through the realm. Silas's expression remained impassive; he was far from finished.
Now that the mutants were defenseless, their primary weapons destroyed, Silas advanced with ruthless efficiency. Gripping his scythe tightly, he closed the gap and swung it again, targeting three of the creatures in one swift motion.
SLASH!
The blade sliced through their bodies, severing them cleanly in half. Dark purple blood splattered across the ground, the lifeless halves of their bodies collapsing in a grotesque heap.
[Congratulations, you have slain a Crazy Chimptant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Crazy Chimptant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Crazy Chimptant]
Notifications flashed before Silas's eyes, but he dismissed them with a flicker of his gaze. His attention shifted to the remaining three Chimptants, who continued their relentless charge. Despite their obvious disadvantage, they showed no signs of retreat. Their massive arms swung toward Silas, aiming to crush him with brute strength.
Tsk. Silas clicked his tongue in mild irritation, leaping into the air to avoid their attacks. As he ascended, he tightened his grip on the scythe and brought it down with deadly precision.
CHUK!
The blade embedded itself deep into the skull of one of the mutants, the sickening sound of bone cracking filling the air. Dark purple blood gushed forth as the lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Silas didn't bother retrieving the weapon, sensing danger approaching from the side.
He shifted his focus just in time to see the remaining two mutants' massive arms swinging toward him. Without missing a beat, Silas swerved to the side, their attacks narrowly missing him. Seizing the opportunity, he clenched his right fist and drove it into one of the mutants' heads with bone-shattering force.
BAM!
The impact was brutal. The mutant's head twisted violently, a sickening crack reverberating through the air as the head separated from the neck. It didn't even have time to roar in pain—the punch had killed it instantly. The lifeless body collapsed with a heavy thud.
[Congratulations, you have slain a Crazy Chimptant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Crazy Chimptant]
Silas's gaze shifted to the final mutant. It stood frozen, uncertainty flickering in its eyes as it contemplated its next move. A sinister grin spread across Silas's face, his eyes glinting with menace. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he began to walk slowly toward the creature.
Despite its frantic attempts to move, the mutant found itself immobilized. An invisible force held it in place, rendering it helpless.
[Active Skill: Soul Control has been activated]
Silas continued his slow, deliberate advance, the sinister grin never leaving his face. The mutant's agonized roars grew louder as the invisible force began pulling its body in different directions, stretching it to the brink of tearing apart.
The cries of pain intensified, echoing through the realm as the creature's body contorted unnaturally. The torment was unbearable, and the mutant's roars turned into desperate pleas for a swift death. Its limbs stretched further, the tension building until—
SPLASH!
Blood rained down as the mutant's body was ripped apart. Its arms landed in opposite directions, its head and legs hit the ground with sickening thuds, and its torso was reduced to unrecognizable chunks of flesh and organs. The battlefield was now a grotesque mess, soaked in dark purple blood.
[Congratulations, you have slain a Crazy Chimptant]
A red notification screen appeared before Silas. This time, he took a moment to examine it carefully, his eyes scanning the information displayed.
[Rewards]
[Extra 10 attribute points have been granted to you]
[Your scythe has leveled up]
[Your intelligence stat has increased]
He summoned his system's interface, his expression cold and detached.
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Name: Silas Griswold
Race: Mutant
Evolution Tier: Tier 3 Soul Devourer
Level: 70
Health: 100/100
Soul Points: 200/200
Soul Reserve: 100/100
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Attribute Panel:
Strength: 50
Speed: 39
Reflex: 39
Agility: 44
Intelligence: 50
Available Attribute Points: 120
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Skill Panel:
Lightning Dash (LVL 3): Boosts speed for 4 seconds. Costs 10 soul points.
Soul Claws (LVL 3): Extends claws from fingertips. Costs 1 soul point.
Soul Control (LVL 2): Manipulates beings with souls, akin to telekinesis but limited to living things.
Soul Jab (LVL 1): Channels soul energy into a punch, lethal to lower grades and capable of halving higher-grade opponents' health.
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Arsenal:
Grade 3 Chest and Leg Armor
Grade 4 Sycrax Blade
Grade 5 Soul Reaper Scythe
Grade 5 Dagger
Ghost Mask and Outfit
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Silas dismissed the interface and turned toward Ava and the others, who stood several meters away, still stunned by what they had witnessed.
"That was the last of them. All that's left is the Realm's god," Silas announced, halting in front of them.
Ava swallowed hard, glancing at her wristwatch. Less than an hour had passed since they entered the realm, yet Silas had nearly cleared it by himself—a task that should take an entire party at least five hours.
"Uhm, Silas… sir, I think—"
"Sir?" Silas interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Remember, I'm just a student."
Ava bowed her head respectfully. "I apologize. But I think you should slow down. If we clear this realm too quickly, the academy will suspect something. We're low grades; there's no way we could do this in under an hour."
Silas hadn't considered that.
He was blinded by the rewards he would be getting—that was the driving force behind his relentless onslaught. He kept slaying mutant after mutant, his movements swift and precise, without any sign of slowing down.
His eyes burned with an insatiable hunger for power and progress, each kill fueling his drive. And now, the final challenge stood before him: the Realm's god.
She wasn't exaggerating in the slightest. If he cleared the realm faster than the expected average time, it would undoubtedly raise suspicion. The academy's watchful eyes were always scanning for anomalies, and Silas was already under their radar.
He had endured more interrogations than he cared to count, each one leaving him closer to the edge of exposure. Sir Dominic had him on a short list of suspects, and another unexplained feat would only tighten the noose. He couldn't afford to add another reason for scrutiny.
"You're right," Silas finally admitted after a prolonged silence, his voice low but resolute. He glanced at Ava, his eyes softer than before, acknowledging her insight. "Don't worry. I'll take it easy on the Realm's god." His lips curled into a faint smirk. "When the time is right, I'll finish it off."
He turned around, his scythe glinting ominously in the light as he began walking towards the realm's god chamber. Each step felt heavier than the last, not from fatigue but from the weight of the choices ahead. He knew the battle wouldn't just be physical; it was a test of his restraint, his ability to play the long game.
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Back on the Agogjie Planet…
BOOOOM!
A cataclysmic pulse of energy erupted, ripping through the building like a tidal wave of destruction. The structure crumbled instantly, reduced to splintered fragments of metal and stone. Shards exploded outward, cutting through the air like deadly projectiles.
Staff members were hurled like rag dolls, their bodies flung violently across the courtyard, landing several meters away. They hit the ground hard, the impact fracturing bones and leaving them bruised, battered, and breathless.
Miley lay sprawled on the ground, her vision blurred and her body screaming in pain. She gritted her teeth, trying to force herself upright. Every movement was agony, but survival demanded it.
'What... what was that?' she thought, her mind racing, panic rising like a storm. Her breath came in ragged gasps. 'How did it destroy the entire building with just one attack?'
The ground beneath her shuddered, each tremor more intense than the last. Thunderous footsteps echoed through the air, each step sending a ripple of fear through her spine. The vibrations grew stronger, closer, until they seemed to reverberate through her very bones.
Driven by a blend of morbid curiosity and sheer terror, Miley forced herself to look towards the source of the sound. Her head turned slowly, her neck stiff with fear. What she saw made her blood run cold.
A towering figure loomed over her, its shadow casting a pall of darkness. The air around it seemed to thrum with an overwhelming, oppressive energy. Its mere presence exuded an aura of raw, terrifying power.
It was a Sycrax.
Miley's heart hammered in her chest, each beat a drum of impending doom. Her body felt paralyzed, rooted to the spot by an all-consuming fear. Her face, pale and drenched in sweat, reflected the terror that gripped her soul as the Sycrax advanced.
The creature was an imposing monstrosity, standing over eight feet tall.
Its massive, muscular arms swung with a deadly grace, ending in claws that gleamed like freshly sharpened battle axes. Its body was sheathed in scaly, metallic armor that seemed impenetrable, each scale glinting ominously.
Two enormous, jagged horns jutted from its head, curving like the blades of a war scythe. Its eyes—bright and piercing—glowed with a menacing light, cutting through the daylight like twin beacons of death.
"You humans were foolish enough to take the bait! Now meet your end!" The Sycrax's voice was deep and guttural, its foreign language echoing with an ancient, malevolent power. The words were incomprehensible, but the intent was clear.
Without warning, it raised one of its massive claws, the axe-like claws gleaming as it descended in a brutal arc toward Miley.
SLASH!
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