ocean-life Chapter 95 Clearing the grade 1 realm
Chapter 95 Clearing the grade 1 realm
Ava's eyes brimmed with fresh tears, her emotions raw and vulnerable as she held Silas's intense gaze. Her voice trembled, barely audible. "But... I can't... fail. I have to..."
Silas's face darkened, a chilling undertone seeping into his voice as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. "Are you absolutely certain, Ava? You're telling me that you *must* clear this realm, secure that job, save your mother? That you're truly ready to risk everything?"
Her lips quivered, but her gaze didn't waver. Her answer, soft but resolute, seemed to cut through the tension hanging between them. "Yes... I am."
"Then say the word," Silas murmured, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Say the word, and I'll help you."
Ava's eyes searched his face, confusion flickering in their depths. She glanced at him with a puzzled frown, her gaze shifting as if expecting to see some visible sign—a skill slot activated or an aura of power around him. But there was nothing. No active skill, no visible energy. Her confusion deepened.
"How do you intend to help us when you have no active skill slot?" Ava's voice was tinged with bewilderment, her brows furrowing.
Silas only smirked, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "I guess you'll just have to trust me."
Hesitating, Ava cast a quick glance toward the others, who were watching the interaction with wary interest. With a resigned breath, she turned back to Silas, her voice thick with reluctant trust. "All right... please, help us, Silas."
He nodded once, rising smoothly to his feet. "Just keep this a secret between us girls," he added with a sly grin, dropping his bag to the ground. His gaze shifted toward the approaching mutant, its monstrous figure hulking in the distance.
Kepromec was drawing near, its tail coiled like a deadly whip. The creature's eyes narrowed, calculating, as it zeroed in on Silas. Without a flicker of hesitation, he activated his skill.
[Soul Control Activated]
With a single thought, Silas seized control over the mutant's body. Kepromec's snarl froze mid-growl as an unseen force lifted it off the ground, flinging it backward like a rag doll. The creature hurtled across the wide, empty street, crashing into a jagged boulder with bone-shattering force. It lay there, stunned and twitching, its limbs scrabbling weakly at the dirt as it tried to rise.
Silas closed in with grim determination, his shadow falling over the struggling mutant. He raised his fist, muscles taut with restrained power, and with one powerful swing—
**BAM!**
His punch connected with a sickening crunch, crushing Kepromec's tiny skull. Dark purple blood splattered in every direction as its head exploded like an overripe fruit, staining the ground beneath it. The creature's body twitched once, then fell limp, its life extinguished.
[Congratulations, you have slain Kepromec]
A notification flashed across Silas's vision, but he dismissed it with a casual swipe. Three more Kepromecs, having witnessed the swift demise of their comrade, let out furious roars as they charged at him, their limbs pounding against the ground with a relentless rhythm.
Silas scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at the oncoming mutants. "One thing I hate about low-graded mutants—they always travel in packs." His fists tightened, knuckles whitening as he readied his stance, eyes fixed on the mutants barreling toward him, their grotesque faces twisted in rage.
**SLASH!**
The scythe's blade cleaved through the serpent's body effortlessly, slicing it in half. Dark purple blood spurted from the wound, drenching the ground as the severed halves of the creature writhed before falling still.
[Host is unable to absorb the soul of the Grade 1 serpentine mutant]
[Reason: Soul points are full]
A notification flashed across Silas's vision as he landed, dismissing it with a sigh. He surveyed the battlefield around him, strewn with bloodied mutant corpses.
"That should be the last one," he muttered, his gaze drifting across the scarred, blood-soaked ground. On his path to the god's chamber, he'd encountered countless Grade 1 serpentine mutants and a swarm of Kepromecs, each one falling to his attacks with little resistance.
Silas knelt by the closest mutant carcass, methodically harvesting its valuable parts. From the serpent, he extracted its fangs and thick, resilient skin, while from the Kepromecs, he collected the barbed tips of their tails and their deadly fangs. Once he'd secured each piece, he rose and resumed his journey toward the god's chamber.
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**Back at the Academy...**
A group of students walked down a shadowy path, returning from the Crater's shop, irritation etched across their faces. They'd planned to sell the mutant body parts they got from the test that was cancelled for tokens, hoping to upgrade their gear for the Ranking Arena, but the shop had been inexplicably deserted, the door left unlocked and no trace of the Crater himself.
"Of all days for him to go missing, it had to be today!" one student grumbled, his expression sour as they walked along the empty path.
They opted to take a different route back to the academy, a secluded shortcut where they could smoke in peace before returning. The street, dim and deserted, seemed perfect for a brief escape.
As they ignited their cigars, one of them noticed a shadowed figure lying slumped against a trash can nearby.
"Wait... do you see that?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.
They edged closer, squinting as they tried to make out the figure's features. As they drew near, horror dawned on each of their faces—the figure lying motionless on the ground looked disturbingly familiar.
"Is it just me, or does that look like... the Crater?" one of them stammered, wide-eyed and frozen as they stared at the lifeless, petrified husk sprawled on the ground.
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