Novel Catchup
Chapter 118 Invisible to everyone.
The students stood transfixed, watching the aftermath of their failed assault on the golem. The cloud of dust from their attacks had cleared, but what lay before them defied all their expectations. The golem was still standing, its massive form unscathed, an immovable force in the center of the room.
One student, his face pale with disbelief, finally broke the silence. "This… this is impossible! Those attacks should've torn a Grade 2 mutant to pieces. How can it still be standing? It doesn't even have a scratch!"
The short-haired boy standing nearby clenched his jaw, irritation clear in his expression. Gripping a katana in his right hand, he glared at the others. "Maybe it's not the mutant that's strong," he sneered, "maybe you all are just weak." Three other students stood beside him, each wielding a battle axe, and their faces bore the same grim determination.
"Get out of my way and let us show you how it's done," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance as he moved forward. With a collective nod, his allies positioned themselves at his side, and together, they launched a fresh assault on the golem, advancing at breakneck speed. Their target was the creature's legs; if they could bring it down to its knees, they might have a chance to finish it off.
When their weapons collided with the golem's stony legs, they expected to feel the satisfying impact of their attacks finding purchase. Instead, it felt like they had struck solid granite. Their faces twisted in shock, their weapons reverberating painfully in their hands.
"The whole body is made out of stone!" one of the boys cried as he staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He quickly put distance between himself and the golem, attempting to recompose himself for another assault.
"Quit whining!" barked the short-haired boy, a fierce scowl on his face as he readied his blade once more. With a roar, he pulled his arm back and swung his katana with renewed fury, only to find it clashing uselessly against the golem's dense armor yet again.
"Damn it!" he spat, just as the golem's enormous sword came down toward him. He barely managed to leap back in time, the blade missing him by mere inches. The impact shook the floor with a booming force that sent the boy flying backward, his body slamming against a pillar before he crumpled to the ground, winded and dazed.
"DIE!" The remaining axe users let out a fierce battle cry as they charged forward in unison, determined to take down the seemingly indestructible creature. A few paces behind them, another student raised his hand and unleashed a blinding green energy beam from his palm, its trajectory aimed squarely at the golem's chest.
The energy beam shot forward with tremendous speed, impacting the golem and forcing it back a few steps. But even as it reeled, one of the axe users with wind-manipulating abilities launched himself into the air, propelling himself to the golem's height with a gust of wind. In a swift motion, he swung his battle axe at the creature's head, hoping to deliver a critical blow.
The boy's eyes widened as the golem swung its own weapon upward in response. Their weapons collided with a deafening clang, and the force of the impact shattered the boy's Grade 3 axe. The backlash sent him hurtling across the room until he crashed into a pillar, slumping to the ground in defeat.
"What's wrong with this thing?" another student cried out in desperation, his voice trembling. "Why isn't it dying?" Determined to keep fighting, the energy user fired another green energy beam, while the fire manipulators joined forces, conjuring a massive fireball that blazed toward the golem.
Their efforts, however, proved futile. The golem remained rooted in place, the onslaught leaving only minor scratches on its stony exterior. Its unyielding posture seemed almost mocking, as though it knew they could do nothing to harm it.
With methodical precision, the golem lifted its immense sword high above its head, then swung it down with earth-shaking force. The blade crashed against the ground, releasing a shockwave that radiated outward and sent every student sprawling backward.
Through the chaos, Silas's gaze stayed focused on the golem.
'That weapon…' he thought, analyzing its immense power. 'That's what's enhancing its strength. It's that damn blade giving it this level of durability.'
He glanced around at the other students, most of whom were struggling to stand.
'If anyone here had a weapon above Grade 4, we might have a chance. But by the looks of it, none of them do. The highest grade here is probably a Grade 3.'
A faint smirk crept onto Silas's face as he observed the scene, realizing that none of the students had even noticed his presence. They had likely dismissed him from the beginning, assuming he was weak or irrelevant because he hadn't openly displayed any skills.
'Perfect,' he thought. 'If they treat me like I'm invisible, that's exactly the advantage I need. I can take it down without them noticing' With a quick command, he called up his system interface.
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**[Name: Silas Griswold]**
Your journey continues on empire
**[Race: Mutant]**
**[Evolution Tier: Tier 4 Soul Devourer]**n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
**[Level: 70]**
**[Health: 100/100]**
**[Soul Points: 170/200]**
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### **Attribute Panel:**
- **Strength:** 50
- **Speed:** 39
- **Reflex:** 39
- **Agility:** 44
- **Intelligence:** 30
- **Available attribute points to distribute:** 23
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### **Skill Panel:**
- **Lightning Dash LVL 3:** Boosts speed for 4 seconds. Costs 10 soul points.
- **Soul Claws LVL 3:** Extends claws from fingertips. Costs 1 soul point.
- **Soul Control LVL 2:** Allows control over beings with souls, similar to telekinesis but limited to living creatures.
- **Soul Jab LVL 1:** Channels soul points into a punch strong enough to kill lower-grade opponents or reduce higher-grade opponents' health by half.
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### **Arsenal:**
- **Chest Piece Armor (Grade 3)**
- **Leg Piece Armor (Grade 3)**
- **Scythe (Grade 4)**
- **Soul Reaper Scythe (Grade 5)**
- **Ghost Mask and Ghost Outfit**
- **Hedgetant Quills (100)**
- **Soul Recovery (1)**
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**[Shop]**
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Silas tapped the [Shop] icon, and a new interface unfolded before him. He scrolled swiftly through the options, searching for a weapon that met his requirements. He needed something with range and a power level of Grade 5 or higher.
Finally, his eyes settled on a Grade 5 dagger. It was larger than a typical dagger, with a slightly curved blade that almost resembled a miniature scythe. Without a second thought, he selected it, ignoring the price and description.
Within moments, the dagger materialized in his hand, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. Silas gripped the weapon tightly, positioning himself as he prepared for his strike. He shifted his right foot back, raised his arm, and then swung it forward with a sharp, precise motion, releasing the dagger with all the force he could muster.
The dagger sliced through the air at lightning speed, its blade aimed directly at the golem's head. The creature barely had time to react as the weapon struck, embedding itself deep into its skull. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, silencing the remaining students as they watched in stunned awe.
[Congratulations, you have slain Zuxclux (God of the Realm)]
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A/N: Gifts is my motivation...give me more motivation ( ꈍᴗꈍ)