Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

Silas stood in the midst of carnage, breathing hard yet calm, his scythe glistening dark with the mutant blood that clung to its blade.

The fallen mutants around him, limp and twisted, the silence of the aftermath thick in the air.

[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 1 Serpentine mutant]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 1 serpentine mutant]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]

Each kill notification blinked in his vision, marking his progress, but Silas barely acknowledged them. His eyes, cold and focused, were fixed on the chamber entrance, where three serpentine mutants watched him with a primal intensity.

"These bastards just keep coming," he muttered, tightening his grip on the scythe. The serrated edge seemed to hum in anticipation as the mutants surged forward, fangs bared and bodies undulating with lethal agility.

As they closed in, Silas remained unnervingly still, waiting until the first mutant was almost upon him. Then, with a swift sidestep, he swung his scythe in a brutal arc.

The blade cut through scales, flesh, and bone as it sliced the serpent in two, dark purple blood spraying across the stone floor. Before the next mutant could react, Silas spun on his heel, swinging the scythe backward to sever the tail of the second serpent. Its agonized screech filled the chamber, but Silas silenced it swiftly—he leaped high, bringing the blade down with crushing force, cleaving the creature's spine.

[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]

The last mutant hesitated, its slitted eyes darting between Silas and its slain companions. Silas noticed the fear that flickered within its gaze; even these monstrous creatures recognized when they were outmatched. But when the creature tried to slither away, its body froze mid-turn.

[Soul Control has been activated]

Silas extended his hand, and the mutant was lifted effortlessly from the floor, suspended by an invisible force. It thrashed and writhed, attempting to escape the crushing hold that enveloped it. Silas's eyes narrowed with a detached coldness, his grip tightening in the air as he slowly closed his hand into a fist.

The mutant's body began to implode, bones snapping and flesh tearing, until it was nothing but a mangled mass that splattered to the ground with a final, sickening crunch.

[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]

Silas let out a low breath, dismissing the notifications with a flick of his hand. He wiped his brow, glancing warily toward the chamber's entrance. Just as he took a step forward, the heavy stone doors blasted open with a thunderous BOOM, shards of rock scattering across the floor as a new figure emerged from within.

Silas narrowed his eyes as the hulking creature strode into view. It was over six feet tall, clad in bronze-hued armor that gleamed ominously in the dim chamber light.

A massive helmet covered most of its face, revealing only a pair of merciless eyes that burned with a fierce, primal rage. In one hand, it wielded a serrated blade almost as tall as Silas himself, and from its back, a wickedly barbed tail swayed, dripping a venomous green liquid that hissed as it struck the floor.

[Name: Mochvren (God of the realm)]

[Grade: 2]

Silas raised an eyebrow as the notification appeared. A slow, almost amused smile crept onto his face. "So, you're the god of this realm? I've heard gods are meant to be impressive."

Mochvren let out a roar, a guttural sound that reverberated through the chamber. The mutant lunged, its massive blade slicing through the air toward Silas. But Silas moved with a preternatural calm, sidestepping at the last second as the blade passed mere inches from his torso.

Mochvren recovered instantly, swinging its weapon in a deadly arc once more. Silas anticipated the move, shifting backward with ease, his every motion precise and unhurried. Each time the mutant attacked, Silas evaded, watching for patterns, studying his enemy's rhythm.

'So it's got reach, power, and that tail looks like it's laced with venom,' he thought, a cool assessment flashing in his gaze as he analyzed the mutant's movements. When the tail whipped toward him, he ducked low, feeling the faint breeze of its passing as he dodged cleanly. Discover stories with empire

Mochvren, frustrated by its inability to land a blow, roared again, its fury building as it raised its blade for a powerful downward strike. Silas seized the moment, charging forward with lightning speed. The god swung, but Silas intercepted with his scythe, the two weapons colliding with a resounding clanging sound.

To the mutant's shock, its blade shattered upon impact, the fragments scattering as Silas's scythe continued on its deadly path. The blade connected with the mutant's chest, splintering its armor and carving a deep, gushing wound that oozed dark purple blood. Mochvren stumbled back, clutching its chest, rage flaring as it tried to gather itself.

Silas chuckled, his expression mocking. "Lost your weapon already? Let's make this a little fairer, shall we?" With a smirk, he dismissed his scythe, letting it vanish in a wisp of shadow. He cracked his knuckles, beckoning the god forward with a glint of challenge in his eyes.

The god hesitated, then bellowed with renewed fury, lunging forward and swinging its tail with a vicious force. Silas sidestepped effortlessly, evading each frenzied strike with a precision that bordered on contempt. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, fists raised.

He struck first, an uppercut to the creature's jaw that sent a shockwave through the area. The god reeled, but Silas was relentless, following with a flurry of punches that pounded into the creature's armor, each blow denting the metal further.

With one final punch, he sent Mochvren flying across the chamber, its body crashing into the stone floor with a deafening impact. The god lay motionless, its helmet dislodged and head rolled to the side, dark purple blood pooling beneath it.

[Congratulations, you have slain Mochvren (God of the realm)]n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Congratulations, you have completed the optional quest]

[Reward: You have gained 5 extra attribute points]

[Level up x5]

[Soul Control has leveled up]

Silas stood over the fallen god's corpse, breathing heavily, a grim satisfaction in his eyes. As the notifications appeared in his vision, he couldn't help but scoff, muttering, "Only five points for all that effort? These realms really don't know how to reward hard work."

He glanced down at Mochvren's severed head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He crouched, gripping the head firmly by its crest before lifting it, the lifeless eyes staring blankly into nothing. Turning on his heel, he strode toward the exit, intent on finding the others before the realm began to collapse around him.

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