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"Uh… I don't see your group around here," Spike replied with a sneer, his eyes glancing around the empty training field as his friends chuckled, their laughter laced with malice. "And maybe I wasn't clear. I'm not asking—I'm telling you. If you don't give us our share, you're dead. We're all Grade 4s, and your group isn't here to back you up. You've got no choice," Spike continued, cracking his knuckles as the menace in his voice grew.

"So that's how it is?" Silas muttered, his voice low and tinged with the kind of quiet, simmering anger that only made the threat behind his words more potent.

Rising to his feet, he kept his back turned to them for a moment, an image of calm before a storm. He reached into his arsenal and summoned his Ghost Face mask, sliding it on in a smooth, almost ritualistic motion. As the dark visor settled over his face, hiding his features, he finally turned, his gaze—a piercing, unyielding glare—fixed on Spike and his group.

A wave of confusion rippled through them, their smug confidence visibly faltering.

"Huh? What's with the mask?" Spike blurted out, his mocking tone breaking as a look of uncertainty crept into his eyes.

"This is to protect my identity in case I end up deciding to let you all live," Silas replied coldly, his voice deepened and distorted by the mask, its tone edged with something dark and foreboding. "You're lucky I didn't get a kill notification from the system—because if I had, you'd already be dead." The weight of his words hung in the air, sending a chill through his audience.

"The system? What the hell is he talking about?" one of the boys muttered, casting a confused glance at his companions.

Spike's expression twisted in anger as he tried to reassert his control over the situation. "Hey, you! Quit acting tough and hand over the valuable body parts you collected if you wish to live!" he shouted, his face flushed with rage as two of his companions took a step forward, fists clenched and ready.

Silas stood unmoved, his posture calm but exuding an intimidating air of power. "If you value your lives," he warned, his voice carrying a deadly calm, "you won't take another step."

One of the advancing boys sneered, glancing dismissively at Silas's waist. "You don't even have a weapon or skill slot," he spat mockingly, gesturing with a derisive wave of his hand.

Silas tilted his head, the eerie gleam of his visor catching the light. "I don't need one," he stated, the certainty in his tone unnerving even the most confident of them.

They exchanged uneasy looks, but their bravado won out as they charged forward, fists clenched and swinging.

Their arms swelled, flesh and bone transforming, fists growing to the size of a giant's, making the ground tremble beneath their advancing weight. Their faces twisted with exertion, yet Silas remained still, his posture betraying no fear, no inclination to dodge.

As they closed in, the massive fists sliced through the air, aiming straight at him. But in the final second, he shifted, a single step back letting the two miss him entirely. The two boys, off-balance, hastily retracted their fists, swinging again with renewed aggression. Silas sidestepped with fluid precision, his movements swift and effortless.

Silas could've countered then, but he waited, his calm patience taunting them, letting them expend energy and scramble. Frustrated, they threw more desperate punches, their fists now growing even larger—double the size of a giant's.

No matter how fast or hard they punched, Silas was faster, his reflexes sharp as he dodged their attacks with ease. His gaze stayed focused, watching every move, reading their intentions. When they closed in, aiming for a final, decisive strike, Silas ducked low in a fluid motion. As their fists whizzed overhead, missing by inches, he seized the opening.

Without hesitation, he drove an uppercut from below, his clenched fist meeting the chin of the nearest boy with a resounding crack.

BAM!

The impact was instant and brutal. The boy's head snapped back, eyes wide with shock as he looked skyward, his body lifted clean off the ground. He flew backward, tumbling through the air before landing in front of his stunned comrades. The boy lay unconscious, sprawled across the ground, the fight knocked clean out of him.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The others glanced down at their fallen friend, then back at Silas, who remained poised, his unrelenting gaze now fixed on the second boy who hadn't yet retreated. The boy's face darkened, his muscles bulging as his size increased, his body transforming, preparing for the next strike. He clenched his fists together, the size of boulders, and leapt high into the air.

Silas's eyes narrowed, tracking every movement. As the boy plummeted down, aiming to crush him with sheer weight and power, Silas crouched and leaped into the air himself, spinning to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick aimed squarely at the side of the boy's head.

BAM!

The kick connected with a sickening crack, and the boy was sent careening across the training ground, his body sprawling as he landed with a heavy thud, motionless beside his friend. Silas landed gracefully, barely phased, his gaze sweeping over the rest of Spike's group with a cold finality.

"Next," he said, the distorted menace of his voice behind the Ghost Face mask sending a visible shiver through the remaining boys. His posture was calm, deadly—a hunter surrounded by prey.

Spike stared in disbelief, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open.

'What the hell just happened?' he thought, his mind racing. 'Micheal and Kennedy were both Grade 4s, armed with body enlargement abilities, and this guy took them out as if it were nothing…'

One of the remaining boys, his face a mix of fear and anger, sneered as he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward. "Weaklings," he muttered, a snarl curling his lips. He shot a glance at Spike. "Leave this to me. I'll handle him."

Silas watched as the boy approached, taking in the subtle changes overtaking his form. Red fur with black stripes sprouted across his arms, and similar fur crept onto his cheeks.

Long black claws extended from his fingertips, glinting dangerously, and as he opened his mouth to let out a deep, guttural growl, Silas caught a glimpse of sharp, vicious fangs. A thick, red tail with a pointed tip swished behind him, swaying as if impatient for violence.

'Body transformation ability,' Silas mused, observing the changes carefully. 'This is the same type of ability David has, though he's only a Grade 1 and nowhere near this advanced. This guy's a Grade 4—just by looking at him, I can tell he's powerful. Fast. Strong.'

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Silas's lips curled into a hidden smirk beneath his mask. 'Let's see how well he holds up.'

The boy, now fully transformed, let out a fierce roar, launching forward with blinding speed. In an instant, he was upon Silas, his claws slicing through the air, aiming for the masked fighter's chest. Silas shifted aside, narrowly evading the strike, his movements smooth as he avoided a follow-up slash.

'He's fast,' Silas thought, noting the sheer swiftness of the strikes as the boy's claws lashed out in rapid succession. But Silas was faster, sidestepping each attempt with a dancer's grace.

The boy snarled, frustrated by his inability to land a hit, and in a final desperate move, he lunged at Silas, leaping forward with claws bared and teeth gleaming. Silas shifted, preparing to counter, but a sudden jolt of energy rippled through him.

[Soul Control has been activated]

[Unable to use Soul Control]

The failure stunned him, but his instincts kicked in just in time, allowing him to swerve to the side. As the boy missed his mark, Silas swung his fist, connecting with brutal force and sending him sprawling.

Silas wasted no time, advancing on the dazed boy. Shadows fell over his form as he leaped, delivering a crushing axe kick to the boy's head.

BAM!

The ground seemed to reverberate as Silas's heel met its mark. The boy crumpled, eyes fluttering shut as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The remaining members of Spike's group could only stare, fear etched across their faces.

"That guy… just who is he?"

"Wait… that mask… It looks just like the one worn by the fighter in the ranking arena! Wasn't he called… Ghost Ranger?"

Realization dawned, their terror intensifying as Silas slowly shifted his gaze toward them, his expression unreadable beneath the mask.

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Author's note:Mass release for the coming weekend?

10 Golden Tickets= 2 extra chapters.

A luxury Car (Gift) = 5 extra chapters.

A Magic Castle/ Dragon (Gift)= 20 extra chapters mass release for the coming weekend and also to fill up new privileges chapters.

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