Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

However, as Silas rounded a corner, he froze in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

Just a few meters ahead, Osborne stood with a twisted grin plastered across his face, gripping Angelica by her long blue hair. She was on her knees, barely conscious, her face marred with swelling and bruises. The sight was enough to send a surge of fury coursing through Silas's veins.

Silas's blood boiled, and his entire body trembled with rage. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, threatening to draw blood.

"Osborne! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Silas roared, his voice reverberating through the crumbling landscape like an earthquake.

Osborne turned his head lazily toward him, the smug grin on his face widening. "Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," he sneered, his grip on Angelica's hair tightening cruelly as he yanked her closer. Her weak groan only fueled Silas's fury. "I was starting to get bored of torturing her," Osborne continued, his voice dripping with malice. Then, with a sadistic laugh, he hurled her to the ground with brutal force, her body landing with a sickening thud.

"What the hell do you want?" Silas demanded, his voice cold and sharp, his teeth gritted in barely contained anger.

Osborne tilted his head, his eyes widening mockingly as he let out a sarcastic laugh. "What do I want? Did you seriously just ask me that question?" he mocked, his tone exaggeratedly incredulous. "I told you before, Silas—you don't just walk away from my business. No one leaves without my permission. You thought you could quit and face no consequences? Think again."

Silas's glare didn't waver, his voice growing colder. "So because I stopped running your dirty errands, you decided to attack me and my friends?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Osborne's expression darkened, his smirk twisting into an angry sneer. "Stopped running my errands? You don't get it, do you? The day you didn't show up was the day you screwed me over. You were supposed to deliver a shipment to Boneless Kimber at the Arc 2 Mutant Academy. Because of you, Kimber didn't get his goods, and do you know who ended up paying the price? Me!"

Osborne jabbed his thumb at his chest, his voice rising with fury. "Everyone thinks I transferred to another mutant academy, but the truth is, I was hospitalized. Kimber's punishment was so brutal that even a Grade 4 healer had trouble piecing me back together. I spent weeks in excruciating pain, Silas. All because of you, you selfish bastard!"

Silas stood motionless for a long moment, his piercing gaze locked onto Osborne. Then, with deliberate slowness, he began advancing forward. Every step he took was measured, yet radiated deadly intent. His fists were clenched tightly, and a faint glowing blue aura began to swirl around him, intensifying with each step. His eyes gleamed ominously, burning with rage and menace.

"Still," Silas growled, his voice low, yet as sharp as a blade, "you should've come to me. This is between us. Why the hell did you drag Angelica into this?"

Osborne let out a chuckle, though his smirk faltered slightly as Silas's glowing aura continued to intensify, filling the air with an oppressive energy. "I had to keep myself entertained while I waited for you to crawl out of whatever hole you've been hiding in. Think of it as a warm-up," Osborne replied, though his voice carried an edge of nervousness.

"Warm-up?" Silas repeated, his voice unnervingly calm despite the raw fury in his expression. "Then I guess I'll warm myself up by beating the hell out of you."

Osborne forced a laugh, though unease flickered across his face. "What's gotten into you, Griswold? Since when did trash like you grow a backbone?" he mocked, attempting to mask his uncertainty with bravado. "I heard the rumors about you while I was recovering—stories about you downing energy pills to act tough. But let me make one thing clear, Silas. No matter how many pills you pop, you'll always be a useless—"

BAM!

Before Osborne could finish his sentence, Silas closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Osborne didn't even have time to process the movement before Silas's glowing fist connected squarely with his face.

A loud, sickening crack echoed across the area as Silas's fist slammed into Osborne's cheekbone with unrelenting force. Osborne's body flew backward, sliding across the ground like a ragdoll.

'So fast... I didn't even see him coming,' Osborne thought, gritting his teeth as pain exploded across his face.

Silas didn't give him a chance to recover, his glowing aura flaring like a raging inferno.

"Impressive," Osborne spat, blood dripping from his nose as he wiped it with the back of his sleeve. "That was good... maybe a little too good for someone like you. You're not high on energy pills, so what's your secret, Griswold?"

Silas didn't answer. His eyes narrowed as he charged forward again, moving like a bolt of lightning.

Osborne scowled and brought his hands together, activating his mutant ability. "The same trick won't work on me twice!" he shouted. A second later, a dozen identical clones materialized beside him, their features identical to Osborne's down to the smallest detail.

Silas came to a halt, his sharp gaze locking onto the clones.

'A clone ability user,' Silas mused, his expression darkening.

Osborne sneered, his confidence returning. "One thing about a Grade 4 clone ability user like me is that I can create more than twenty clones without breaking a sweat!" To emphasize his point, another wave of clones appeared behind him.

"Here's the kicker," Osborne added with a laugh. "Each of these clones is as strong as I am, and they can also create clones of their own! They're exact copies—same strength, same weapons, same skills."

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AN: 50 Power Stones= 1 extra chapter

20 Golden Tickets= 2 extra chapters.

A Luxury Car = 3 extra chapters

A Dragon (Gift) = 5 extra chapters.

A Magic Castle/ Dragon (Gift)= 20 extra chapters