Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

Chapter 56: About time I level up my armors

Silas swiftly logged into his 'Ghost Ranger' account, and the system promptly matched him with a Grade 3 wind ability user. Initially, the system would have paired him with a lower-ranked mutant ability user.

However, after his impressive victories against three higher-ranked opponents during his last match, the system now automatically placed him against more formidable opponents, recognizing his growing prowess.

Once logged in, Silas made his way to an empty dressing room, its stark walls echoing his footsteps. He changed into his usual black tattered cloak, the fabric worn and frayed at the edges, adding to his mysterious allure. He carefully donned his ghost mask.

"Hmm..." Silas mused, settling onto a worn wooden bench. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the air thick with anticipation as his mind raced with possibilities. "Why don't I seize this opportunity to rank up my mutant armors and also the scythe?"

Silas had never utilized his armors since the system had provided them to him. Initially, he had dismissed them as irrelevant, considering their low grades unworthy of his attention. However, now that he understood the potential for these items to rank up with consistent use, he felt a renewed sense of determination to equip them for the first time.

[Armor Equip]

With a decisive thought, Silas summoned the armor, and a brilliant blue energy enveloped his chest and legs, pulsating with an ethereal glow. As the radiant light faded, the armor materialized around him.

The armor, unfortunately, lacked any distinctive design; it appeared plain, covering only his chest and legs in a rather rudimentary fashion.

"This wasn't what I was expecting, but okay," Silas remarked, his disappointment evident in his furrowed brow as he scrutinized the armor. Its simplicity contrasted sharply with the grand expectations he had imagined.

He then summoned his scythe, which materialized with an ominous thrum in his grip.

As he gripped the weapon tightly in his right hand, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins—an exhilarating sensation he could only attribute to his newly acquired passive skill linked to the scythe. The weight of the scythe felt reassuring.

Silas glanced at himself in the mirror, noting how the scythe, now clenched in his right hand, combined with the ghost mask covering his face, transformed him into a figure reminiscent of a killer from a horror movie—or perhaps more fittingly, the Grim Reaper himself, a harbinger of death cloaked in shadows.

With a sense of purpose igniting within him, he exited the dressing room and headed straight to the arena, his heart pounding with anticipation.

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Somewhere Else in the Arena....

Billy and his boys had just arrived at the bustling arena, excitement crackling in the air like static electricity. They moved purposefully toward the system to log in and set up their match. One of the boys, named Mark, was the first to step up to the terminal.

BAM!

The kick connected solidly with his head, sending him crashing to the ground like a ragdoll, unable to mount any defense.

The boy lay motionless on the ground, and the referee promptly declared Vic the winner, elevating him to the top position on the leaderboard, a testament to his overwhelming strength and skill.

"Next match: Ghost Ranger versus Windy Danny!" the female announcer's voice rang out, electrifying the arena as Silas, the Ghost Ranger, ascended the raised platform, the crowd erupting into a frenzy.

After his stunning performance in the previous ranking matches, anticipation buzzed through the spectators, many eager to witness more of his extraordinary feats.

"Seriously, who is that guy?" Ivy, seated among the crowd, questioned, her gaze fixated intently on Silas as he climbed the platform, a mix of admiration and curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"I have no idea," Angelica muttered, equally captivated by the unfolding drama.

"I heard he created his account just yesterday and already broke into the top 100... I'm certain that by the end of today, he'll be among the top 50 or even the top 20," Ivy declared, her face glowing with anticipation as she leaned forward in her seat, eager for the battle to commence.

Silas finally reached the platform, standing tall and poised opposite his opponent, Windy Danny.

Windy Danny had his face concealed by a red mask, with only his piercing eyes visible. He was shirtless, proudly displaying his Grade 3 skill slot strapped around his waist, his muscular physique accentuated by the two long katana blades he gripped firmly in both hands.

"Fight!" the referee announced, her voice cutting through the electrifying tension in the arena. To everyone's astonishment, both fighters charged in simultaneously, ready to engage in what promised to be an epic clash of power and skill.

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