NOVEL NEXT Chapter 117: Golem with a weapon
Silas walked briskly through the narrow, dimly lit streets, his body still buzzing with adrenaline from his fight with Spike and his boys.
He had planned to finish the fight quickly, ending it in one swift blow, but after noticing that one of them possessed a body transformation ability—the same ability that had been the subject of countless whispers around town—his curiosity got the best of him. Silas had wanted to see for himself just how powerful this guy really was. In the end, he got carried away, prolonging the skirmish longer than he'd intended.
Silas's pace quickened as he kept moving forward. His brisk walk soon shifted to a light jog, and eventually, he broke into a full run.
The sound of his footsteps echoed off the empty streets, filling the silence that stretched around him. After sprinting for a few blocks, he abruptly came to a halt, catching his breath, then resumed his advance at a slower, more cautious pace.
As Silas continued down the path, he began to hear distant murmurs, voices that grew clearer the closer he got. When he finally arrived at the entrance to the Realm's god chamber, he spotted a group of students standing around, blocking the entryway.
Seeing the students gathered there, Silas's face darkened, a deep frown etching across his features. He clenched his right fist tightly, a flash of anger lighting up his gaze.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, the frustration evident in his tone. "Students have already made it here." Silas remained where he was, silently observing them as they prepared to enter the chamber.
A quick look told him that each of these students belonged to different factions. Judging by their demeanor and the way they carried themselves, he guessed they were all leaders within their respective groups. They were here for one reason only: to slay the Realm's god and claim the rewards that came with it.
"How in the world am I supposed to complete the evolution quest now?" Silas pondered, frustration simmering within him as he observed the group of students with calculating eyes.
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The countdown timer flashed briefly in his vision before he dismissed it with a quick glance. Without further hesitation, he stepped forward, joining the cluster of students.
"Hey! You all better clear out, because I was here first!" a boy with short brown hair suddenly shouted, his voice echoing with impatience.
"And what if you got here first? Do you think that makes the Realm's god exclusively yours to slay?" another student retorted, her voice thick with irritation.
"Obviously, yes!" the short-haired boy snapped back, unwilling to back down.
"Cut it out, all of you!" A taller girl stepped forward, her voice carrying a commanding edge. "Let's just go in already. We'll work together to bring down the Realm's god, and once it's dead, we'll split the spoils evenly."
"Fine by me," another boy nodded, and the others murmured in agreement. The short-haired boy looked ready to argue further, but seeing the others align with her suggestion, he reluctantly fell silent and moved out of the way.
With the decision made, the heavy doors creaked open, and one by one, the students began filing into the chamber. Silas followed behind them, blending in with the group as they crossed the threshold.
Once the last student had stepped inside, the doors slammed shut behind them, and torches lining the chamber's walls ignited, casting flickering red light throughout the massive room.
Now that the space was illuminated, they took a moment to examine their surroundings. The chamber was enormous, more expansive than any of them had anticipated. Strange, intricate markings adorned the walls, the symbols seeming to writhe and shift in the shadows cast by the torches. The eerie red glow danced across the carvings, giving the room an otherworldly atmosphere.
"Look! There's another door up ahead," a girl pointed out, her hand indicating a doorway in the distance.
"Let's go," a tall, muscular boy urged, and the group moved as one toward the next door. When they reached it, they pushed it open and stepped into the next room.
As they entered, the new area brightened instantly as more torches ignited, casting light across the expansive space.
"Hm…" Silas muttered to himself, his gaze scanning the room carefully.
The setup reminded him of the chamber of the Hedgetant in the Grade 5 realm—an open, spacious hall punctuated by towering pillars.
As the group examined the room, a heavy, thunderous sound began to echo through the chamber, each step resounding like a crash of thunder. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the sound grew louder, until finally, a massive figure appeared, standing a mere few meters away from them.
The creature that faced them was colossal, resembling a golem made of solid rock. It loomed over them, towering more than nine feet tall. In its massive right hand, it held an enormous, wickedly sharp blade, and in the center of its head was a single, curved horn that gleamed ominously in the torchlight.
[Name: Zuxclux (God of the Realm)]
[Grade: 2]
[Weapon: Kepromec Sculpture (Grade 4)]
[The weapon of the mutant enhances its strength, with almost guaranteed accuracy on its strikes.]
Several notifications appeared above the golem-like creature, the information unlike anything Silas had encountered before.
"The system has never provided me with this kind of detailed info on a mutant's weapon," Silas thought, his eyes narrowing as he studied the unfamiliar notifications.
Usually, the system only told him the mutant's name and grade. It had never specified weapon details.
'A Grade 2 mutant wielding a Grade 4 weapon… that's new. The weapon boosts its strength, similar to how my scythe grants me additional strength points. But these students have no idea; they'll likely assume it's just an ordinary Grade 2 mutant and attack recklessly. I should probably warn them.'
Before Silas could say a word, three students dashed forward, with three others close behind.
They swung their arms back in unison before hurling them forward, releasing a powerful gust of wind meant to throw the golem off balance. Though the force pushed it back a few steps, it barely phased the creature. As the golem staggered, three more students leaped into the air, both hands extended as they prepared their attacks.
One of the students conjured a massive fireball, launching it from his palms, while the other fire user beside him did the same. The third student, who wielded lightning abilities, summoned a bolt of crackling energy and hurled it at the golem.
Their attacks collided with the creature in a burst of fire and electricity, the impact exploding in a cloud of dust and smoke. They waited with bated breath, staring at the haze that obscured their target. Experience tales at empire
"Did we get it?" one of the fire users asked, his eyes fixed intently on the dense cloud of smoke.
"Definitely. There's no way it survived all that," the second fire user replied confidently, a hint of smugness in his tone.
Silas, however, knew better. He was certain it would take far more than a barrage of elemental attacks to bring down the Realm's god.