Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

Chapter 44: Congratulations, you have slain the Realm's god!

Swoooosshhh!!

The fireballs and ice spikes shot toward Silas with alarming speed, a deadly combination of elemental fury that threatened to engulf him. Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Silas leapt to the side, narrowly evading the first wave of attacks. The relentless Sycrax, undeterred, followed up with a barrage of fireballs and ice spikes, each one crackling with lethal energy as it surged forward.

Silas tightened his grip around his scythe, feeling the cold steel resonate with his resolve. He charged ahead, eyes locked onto the chaotic elements flying toward him. As the fireballs drew dangerously close, just inches from his skin, he performed a backbend, arching his body with practiced precision until his back was just inches from the ground, completely dodging the scorching flames.

In one fluid motion, he rose back up, scythe poised for action, swinging it toward the incoming ice spikes.

SLASH!

The blade of his scythe met the ice with a satisfying crunch, shattering the projectiles into sparkling fragments that scattered like diamonds in the air. With a triumphant surge of adrenaline, Silas continued his sprint, determination burning in his chest as he set his sights on the imposing figure of the god of the realm.

"I have killed a god far stronger than you when I was at my weakest!" Silas bellowed, his voice a mixture of defiance and bravado, echoing through the battlefield as he ran.

He recalled the encounter with a Grade 5 realm god shortly after acquiring the system—a victory won not through brute strength but cunning. The mutant he had faced was a defense-type, focused solely on protection rather than offense. Its hard scales made it formidable, and Silas had struggled to land a solid blow.

Yet, in a moment of clarity, he had targeted its vulnerable eyes, striking when the creature was least prepared.

Defense-type mutants were not like their more aggressive counterparts. A Grade 5 defense-type mutant was considered weaker than a Grade 3 or Grade 4 mutant trained to kill with lethal efficiency.

That knowledge weighed heavily on Silas; it was the sole reason he had succeeded against the Grade 5 mutant in that realm. But Sycrax was different; it was an attack-type mutant, a being far more dangerous than any Grade 5 defense-type. Yet, Silas felt a fierce determination swell within him—a resolve to slay it.

If he failed, everything he had fought for in this forsaken realm would be lost and he would be dead.

Silas dashed forward, the speed of his movements surprising even Sycrax, which seemed momentarily stunned. In a heartbeat, he closed the distance, unleashing a primal battle cry as he slashed his scythe at the mutant's already injured right leg.

SLASH!

The blade found its mark, slicing into the very spot where the mutant had been wounded before. Sycrax roared in agony, dark purple blood gushing from the wound like a torrent. Silas deftly sidestepped as the mutant, enraged, swung its massive claws toward him. He narrowly avoided the lethal swipe, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Before Sycrax could retract its colossal arm, Silas seized the opportunity. He dashed forward, using the arm as a bridge to vault himself up, reaching the same level as the mutant's neck. In that fleeting moment, he swung his scythe toward its throat with all his might.

SLASH!

The scythe bit into the mutant's neck, but to his dismay, the impact was less than he had hoped; it barely left a mark.

"No good," he muttered under his breath, landing gracefully back on the ground. He quickly swerved to the side, narrowly avoiding another fireball hurtling toward him from the mutant's furious retaliation.

Sycrax, fueled by rage, shot three more fireballs at Silas, the fiery projectiles crackling with deadly energy. Caught off guard, Silas was propelled backward by the blast, the heat singeing his skin. Before he could regain his footing, a sharp ice spike plunged into his shoulder, piercing through flesh with agonizing intensity.

"Argh!" Silas gritted his teeth against the sharp pain, a surge of frustration mingling with his determination as he gripped the spike and yanked it free. The moment the spike was out, he felt the familiar tingling sensation of his mutant abilities activating, and his wounds began to heal before his eyes, the pain subsiding as vitality surged through him.

With his injuries healing, Silas quickly glanced at his dwindling soul points, dread creeping into his chest as he saw the numbers dropping. He charged forward again, urgency driving him.

"Only 23 points left...dammit!" Silas shouted, his voice laced with a mixture of determination and desperation as he pressed on. Sycrax, sensing the human's proximity, unleashed three more fireballs. In a split-second decision, Silas ducked low, the flames roaring above him, barely missing him by mere inches.

After evading the fireballs, he propelled himself forward, channeling his frustration and anger into speed.

"I've been the weakest my whole life! Now that I've finally gained something that could change that, I can't afford to die! No! I can't die here!" Silas roared, his voice echoing with a fierce resolve as he dashed ahead, a brilliant blue aura enveloping his body, crackling with energy and determination.

[Active skill: Lightning Dash has been activated]

As he closed in on the mutant, he activated Lightning Dash, feeling a rush of power surge through him. The world around him froze—everything but Sycrax, which moved in slow motion, its movements akin to that of a snail.

Arriving within striking distance, Silas leapt high into the air, soaring above the mutant, his scythe raised triumphantly.

He gripped the scythe tightly with both hands, raising it above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength he could muster, a battle cry bursting from his lips, a sound of pure ferocity.

SLASH!

The scythe embedded itself into the mutant's head, splitting it in half with a sickening crunch. Dark purple blood erupted in a violent spray, painting the ground around him as Sycrax let out a final, agonizing roar before collapsing to the ground with a thunderous crash.

Silas landed back on the ground, dropping to his knees, sweat pouring down his face, his heart pounding violently in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath, the weight of victory pressing down on him.

[Congratulations, you have slain the god of the realm]

[Congratulations, you have completed the evolution quest]

[Ding!]

[You have evolved into a Tier 5 Soul Devourer mutant]

[Info: Host is now a Tier 5 Soul Devourer mutant, allows host to obtain attribute points once a human or mutant soul is consumed.]

[Ding!]

[You have unlocked a new passive skill]

[Passive skill: Soul Slash: This skill combines your soul points with your scythe. It allows the host to reduce the health of enemies more quickly with the scythe and guarantees a sure hit. (Note: Just because it guarantees a sure hit doesn't mean your enemies can't dodge your strike..it depends on what grade the enemy is. No soul points are required for use.)]

[Ding!]

[You leveled up]

[Level up x10]

[+5 attribute points]

[All your skills have leveled up]

[Your scythe has leveled up to Grade 3]

Silas continued to receive a flood of notifications, each one ringing in his ears while he struggled to catch his breath. Yet, amidst the chaos of alerts, his attention was drawn primarily to one specific notification: the evolution notification.

"I did it," Silas exclaimed, a triumphant smile breaking across his face as he glanced at the screen. "I guess I won't have to worry about running wild anymore now that I'm free to consume the souls of mutants too."

This was one of the main reasons he had sought to complete the quest and evolve. He was weary of the incessant notifications warning him of the consequences of failing to consume a soul. He had only survived the last encounter because Caleb and his men had fallen into his trap, but he couldn't rely on luck forever.

Now, with his evolution, a renewed sense of hope blossomed within him. He could consume the souls of mutants whenever they underwent testing in the mutant realm or when the system assigned him a quest.

Silas shifted his gaze toward the rest of the rewards he had received. He felt a twinge of disappointment regarding the number of attribute points he had gained, but upon realizing he had unlocked a new skill, he grinned.

"I had no idea I could create a skill of my own. It must have activated when I was about to deliver that final blow...I was wondering about the aura surrounding my body," Silas mused, his gaze still locked on the screen, excitement coursing through him.

[Host will now be transported out of the realm]

After receiving the last notification, he vanished in a brilliant flash of light, leaving the battlefield behind.

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Somewhere in the academy, a man sat in a dimly lit office, his expression dark and brooding, resembling a devil contemplating his next malevolent move. In front of him sat a female student with long, flowing blonde hair, her face delicately shaped like a cup, reflecting both innocence and the weight of fear.

"So you're saying you saw Silas Griswold killing my son last night?" Sensei Josh questioned, his voice a low growl filled with barely contained rage, each word sharp and threatening.

The female student bowed her head, her voice trembling as she responded, "Yes, i did." The girl, known as Lucy, replied earnestly, her heart racing as she met the gaze of the enraged man before her.

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