ocean-life Chapter 138 A day outside
Chapter 138 A day outside
[Name: Silas Griswold]
Race: Mutant
Evolution Tier: Tier 3 Soul Devourer
Level: 73
Health: 100/100
Soul Points: 200/200
Soul Reserve: 100/100
Attribute Panel:
Strength: 50
Speed: 39
Reflex: 39
Agility: 44
Intelligence: 50
Available Attribute Points: 128
Skill Panel:
Lightning Dash (LVL 4): Boosts speed for 5 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.
Soul Jab (LVL 1): Channels soul energy into a punch, halving higher-grade opponents' health.
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 examined the glowing screen intently, fingers stroking his chin thoughtfully. The total of 128 unallocated attribute points loomed in his mind, tempting him with limitless potential. Yet, he chose to hoard them for a critical moment, one where survival might hinge on a single point.
"Is it just me, or did they clear that realm a little too fast?" a staff member with a mohawk remarked, narrowing his eyes as he watched Ava and her group emerge from the portal.
"Now that you mention it... I think you're right. They're all Grade 1s—how did they clear the raid so quickly?" another staffer bellowed, disbelief evident in his tone.
"I was expecting them to call for help after failing to clear it within the eight-hour duration. But here they are," a female staff member muttered, her eyes fixed on the group.
"Not only that," the man with the mohawk added, his voice lowering, "take a closer look at them. They don't have a single scratch on them. Not even a bead of sweat. It's almost like they did nothing at all and still somehow cleared the realm." His eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his voice. "Something strange is definitely happening. Something we don't know about."
Silas ignored the whispers, walking away from the construction site with an air of detached indifference. He headed straight for his dorm room, his mind occupied by thoughts he couldn't shake. The sun hung high in the sky, its light filtering through the windows as he stepped into his room.
Without wasting time, he headed straight for the shower. The hot water washed away the dust and tension from the recent battles. Minutes later, he emerged, toweling off quickly before slipping back into his uniform.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sudden sound at the door drew his attention. He walked over and opened it, finding Vic standing there with a grin.
"Sup, man. Glad you're back from your punishment. How was it?" Vic's voice was casual, but his eyes held a spark of curiosity.
"Uh... it was fine. What are you doing here?" Silas asked, a hint of surprise flickering across his face.
"We're done with the fights at the ranking arena, so we thought we'd go for a stroll outside the academy walls. You know, do some shopping, play some games," Vic replied with a smirk.
"I don't think we're allowed to leave the academy," Silas said, frowning slightly.
"Relax. Have you forgotten who I am? I'm a Hardcastle. Besides, we're not the only ones leaving—almost all the students are out. The academy gave us the day off to do whatever we want," Vic explained, his tone convincing.
After a moment of contemplation, Silas nodded. "Alright then. Let's go." He stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Wait, won't you change? You don't have to wear the uniform," Vic asked, raising an eyebrow.
Vic was dressed in a sleek black long-sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His long, snow-white hair was braided into two neat plaits, and a single crimson earring dangled from his left ear.
"I... don't really have any other clothes besides this uniform," Silas admitted, a touch of embarrassment in his voice. "Let's just go."
"You poor thing," Vic teased, squeezing Silas's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll get you some new clothes once we get there."
Together, they walked toward the academy's main gate. Angelica, David, and Sebastian stood waiting, their expressions relaxed but expectant. When the duo arrived, they exited the academy together.
Outside the gate, a bustling marketplace unfolded before them. The air was filled with the scent of exotic foods and the chatter of vendors hawking their wares. Colorful stalls lined the streets, displaying everything from trinkets to weapons and rare mutant artifacts. Students roamed the area, their laughter mingling with the hum of activity.
"Come on, let's head forward," Vic urged, leading the group deeper into the marketplace. After several minutes, they arrived in front of a massive shopping mall, its glass facade reflecting the vibrant energy of the streets.
"Now this is what I'm talking about," Vic smirked, his eyes gleaming as they entered the mall.
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Meanwhile, near a secluded corner of the marketplace, a green portal flickered ominously. Supplies lay scattered around its base, abandoned by the team that had entered hours ago. The portal shimmered, its light intensifying until a loud crack echoed through the alley.
Suddenly, the left side of the portal device fractured, sending out a pulse of energy. The portal's hue shifted from green to a sickly, pulsating glow. From its depths, a guttural growl rumbled, vibrating through the air.
A shadow emerged, its form monstrous and alien, eyes gleaming with predatory malice. The marketplace remained unaware—for now.
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