Matthew Williams
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Silas and his companions turned to face the woman who had called out to them. She was dressed in plain, unassuming clothes, her face etched with desperation. As they took a step towards her, Silas noticed the thin layer of purple goop that coated the floor, their boots making soft squelching sounds with each movement. "Please, you have to help me," the woman pleaded. "I've been trapped in her by those...those things." Silas exchanged a wary glance with his friends. Something about the situation…-
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Checking his current Exp, Silas found he was Level 6 with (160/320) experience. Surprisingly, he not only got the experience from the scornyx he killed but also from the ones his friends killed too. With this, he might be able to level up a few more times before they got to the bottom. Curious, Silas searched one of the beasts for a mana core. He was pleasantly surprised to find one. The system informed him when it drained the remaining mana from the core. He watched as the yellow light in the core…
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Nadia's scream pierced the air, her eyes wide with horror as she stared into Silas's glowing pink orbs. Her mind was assaulted by a torrent of memories, each one more painful and terrifying than the last. She saw through Silas's eyes as he was mocked and ridiculed by his peers, his inability to perform even the simplest of spells earning him their scorn and derision. She felt the sting of their laughter and the weight of their judgment. Nadia gasped as she witnessed Silas's mother being torn away…
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"He did what? How are you alive?" Nadia asked. "One of my affinities allows me to regenerate. That, and the artifice professor had to fish me out of the water. Almost drowned," Silas said. He shuddered at the memory, the sensation of being unable to move his shattered limbs still fresh in his mind. "Screw that guy," Nadia said. "I hope you 'accidentally' kill his ass in the duel." Silas shook his head. "I won't try to kill him, but if he died, I wouldn't be too broken up about it. Man is elitist…
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Silas Blackwood and his friends gathered in one of the training rooms after their classes, eager to hone their skills as a group. They decided to pair off for duels, with Silas facing Lyra and Jace squaring off against Rowan. Nadia, left without a partner, opted to practice her archery on a nearby target. As Silas and Lyra began their duel, the sharp clang of steel against steel echoed through the training room. Silas swung his hammer clumsily, missing Lyra by inches as she ducked and jabbed at his…
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As the tigerfish essence coursed through Silas's body, he felt an intense surge of energy that quickly turned into a familiar searing pain. He doubled over, clutching his stomach as his muscles spasmed and convulsed. Rathgar watched with concern, but unsure of what to do. Silas's body began to change, adapting to the essence he had consumed. His muscles grew leaner and more defined, streamlining his physique for speed and agility. The pain intensified as his bones and joints shifted, aligning themselves…
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Silas took a deep breath and mentally activated his essence extraction skill. System Message: Silas picked up one of the cores and held it in his palm. . Silas watched as the color drained out of the core until it looked dark and empty. 'Where did the essence go?' Silas thought. 'Check the machine,' his mother prompted. Silas looked down at himself, then at Rathgar who had witnessed the essence drain from the core and was staring at Silas in awe. Rathgar was probably wondering where the…
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Silas Blackwood approached the Grand Athenaeum, carrying the water damaged books he'd borrowed last night in his arms. He felt apprehensive about informing Balthazar of their condition, but he had to do it eventually so he might as well do it now. As Silas entered the library, he found Balthazar hunched over his desk with his nose buried in an ancient manuscript. The librarian's mismatched eyes, one emerald green and the other ghostly blue, flicked up to meet Silas's gaze. "Ah, young Silas. What…
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Silas stepped forward, holding his war hammer tight in his grip. "I'll take that challenge, Professor." Tiffany smiled as she tossed her sword aside. "Very good, Silas. But to make things interesting, I'll fight bare-handed. You can keep your weapon." Murmurs rippled through the room as the other students backed away, forming a circle around Silas and Tiffany, but leaving them enough room to maneuver. Silas adjusted his stance, the war hammer feeling heavier in his hands as he face his unarmed…
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Silas Blackwood stepped into the massive training room. His eyes scanned the white walls and the wide array of training weapons on display. The air had a strange chemical scent to it that seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Professor Tiffany Umbercrowe stood in the center of the room. Her suit of magnificent armor and dragon-scale sword were on full display once again. Today she wore her long black hair in a braid that fell down to her lower back. "Choose your weapons wisely," she…
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