Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

"Yeah, get out of here, weakling. You don't belong here," Sam choked out, saliva spraying from his mouth in frustration.

Klaus smirked. In the blink of an eye, however, the smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, menacing expression. His gaze locked onto Sam with a chilling intensity.

"I might not have that little title you all flaunt," Klaus said in a voice as cold as ice, "but that doesn't mean I'm weaker than you. You all know I am the strongest staff in this room, and I could easily rid myself of you with the mere snap of my fingers."

The words dripped with a venomous threat. Sam, where he sat, felt a shiver crawl down his spine, and cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead. The air around Klaus seemed to grow heavier, more suffocating.

Klaus glared at him for a long moment, the tension thick enough to slice through. Finally, he turned away, his back retreating as he began to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" Sir Dominic's voice cut through the silence, causing Klaus to halt, though he did not turn around. "Just because you aren't among the high staff doesn't mean you're excluded from this mission. You're strong enough to be a high staff, but you declined the offer when we extended it."

"The mission is scheduled for three days from now, and I want you to be a part of it. After all, you were the one who first discovered it," Sir Dominic added, his tone clear and unwavering.

The room fell into an eerie silence after his words, every eye now fixated on Klaus's back.

After a few tense moments, Klaus finally spoke, his voice betraying no emotion.

"Very well, then. I'll be there. Just let me know when it's time," Klaus replied curtly before stepping out of the room.

Sam sat, seething with rage. 'Damn bastard... How dare he embarrass me? Made me look weak in front of Sir Dominic. I can't let this slide,' he brooded, his face flushed red with anger, his fists clenched tightly in his lap.

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The morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting its warm rays through the small window and illuminating the room. The soft flicker of sunlight reflected into Silas's eyes, stirring him from his slumber.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and glanced at the floating system interface before him.

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**[Name: Silas Griswold]**

- **[Race: Mutant]**

- **[Evolution Tier: Tier 3 Soul Devourer]**

- **[Level: 70]**

- **[Health: 100/100]**

- **[Soul Points: 200/200]**

- **[Soul Reserve: 100/100]**

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**Attribute Panel:**

- **Strength:** 50

- **Speed:** 39

- **Reflex:** 39

- **Agility:** 44

- **Intelligence:** 30n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

- **Available Attribute Points:** 85

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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):** Manipulates beings with souls, akin to telekinesis but limited to living things.

- **Soul Jab (LVL 1):** Channels soul energy into a punch, lethal to lower-grade opponents and capable of halving the health of higher-grade ones.

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**Arsenal:**

- **Grade 3 Chest and Leg Armor**

- **Grade 4 Sycrax Blade**

- **Grade 5 Soul Reaper Scythe**

- **Grade 5 Dagger**

- **Ghost Mask and Outfit**

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The past few days had been uneventful for Silas. Since returning from the test, the system had been eerily quiet, offering no notifications or progress other than the occasional congratulatory messages when he completed his daily quests.

It had been some time since Silas had focused on these daily quests. With all that had transpired recently, he hadn't found the time to complete them. However, now that things had calmed down post-test, he decided to tackle them and earn extra attribute points.

So far, Silas hadn't used any of the attribute points he accumulated during the test. There seemed to be no pressing need, especially with no new quests on the horizon. He figured it was best to stack them up for the future, especially in case he crossed paths with a certain mutant. He would know exactly which attributes to improve based on the situation.

It reminded him of his previous encounter with a mutant who possessed a stealth ability. Had he not invested points into his Reflex stat, he likely would have lost that fight—or at the very least, the victory would have been much closer. In hindsight, saving the points seemed like the best course of action for now.

Silas also remembered obtaining the blade of the Realm's god that day. The weapon that had enhanced the strength of its wielder. He didn't fully understand how he had acquired it; all he knew was that the system had listed it when he checked his inventory.

The name of the blade, "Sycrax," lingered in his mind. It was a name known by all students. The Sycrax were an entirely different species—similar to mutants but distinct in their own right. Even the weakest Sycrax was stronger than a Grade 5 mutant, which explained why a seemingly ordinary blade could enhance the strength of a Grade 2 mutant and make them as formidable as a Grade 4.

What puzzled Silas, however, was how such a weapon from the Sycrax species had ended up in the hands of the mutant in that realm. Yet, he couldn't find an answer. Still, it seemed the system had given it to him for a reason, and he knew it might prove useful someday. For now, he decided to keep it in his arsenal.

The blade could fetch a handsome price, perhaps around 5 million tokens if he sold it at the shop. But Silas didn't see the need for tokens at the moment, so he chose to hold onto it.

After a few more moments of contemplation, Silas dismissed the system screen. He quickly completed the required push-ups and finished the rest of the daily quests with ease.

**[Ding: Host has completed the daily quests √]**

**[+5 attribute points]**

With the notification ringing in his mind, Silas dismissed the screen and headed to the bath. Moments later, he emerged, fully dressed in his uniform. He stood before the mirror, carefully combing his spiky hair—now completely white.

Silas had noticed his hair had turned fully white a day after the test. While it was surprising at first, he had expected it. The change wasn't entirely negative. With his muscles becoming slightly more defined, his appearance had shifted. He looked like a different person—one who was now garnering the attention of the female students at the academy.

Once satisfied with his appearance, Silas left his room. He knew his days of uneventful peace were over. It was time to get down to business.