Ss stood in the midst of carnage, breathing hard yet calm, his scythe glistening dark with the mutant blood that clung to its de.


    The fallen mutants around him, limp and twisted, the silence of the aftermath thick in the air.


    [Congrattions, you have in a Grade 1 Serpentine mutant]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Kepromec]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Kepromec]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Grade 1 serpentine mutant]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Kepromec]


    [Congrattions, you have in a Kepromec]


    Each kill notification blinked in his vision, marking his progress, but Ss barely acknowledged them. His eyes, cold and focused, were fixed on the chamber entrance, where three serpentine mutants watched him with a primal intensity.


    "These bastards just keeping," he muttered, tightening his grip on the scythe. The serrated edge seemed to hum in anticipation as the mutants surged forward, fangs bared and bodies undting with lethal agility.


    As they closed in, Ss remained unnervingly still, waiting until the first mutant was almost upon him. Then, with a swift sidestep, he swung his scythe in a brutal arc.


    The de cut through scales, flesh, and bone as it sliced the serpent in two, dark purple blood spraying across the stone floor. Before the next mutant could react, Ss spun on his heel, swinging the scythe backward to sever the tail of the second serpent. Its agonized screech filled the chamber, but Ss silenced it swiftly—he leaped high, bringing the de down with crushing force, cleaving the creature''s spine.


    [Congrattions, you have in a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]


    Thest mutant hesitated, its slitted eyes darting between Ss and its inpanions. Ss noticed the fear that flickered within its gaze; even these monstrous creatures recognized when they were outmatched. But when the creature tried to slither away, its body froze mid-turn.


    [Soul Control has been activated]


    Ss extended his hand, and the mutant was lifted effortlessly from the floor, suspended by an invisible force. It thrashed and writhed, attempting to escape the crushing hold that enveloped it. Ss''s eyes narrowed with a detached coldness, his grip tightening in the air as he slowly closed his hand into a fist.


    The mutant''s body began to implode, bones snapping and flesh tearing, until it was nothing but a mangled mass that sttered to the ground with a final, sickening crunch.


    [Congrattions, you have in a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]


    Ss let out a low breath, dismissing the notifications with a flick of his hand. He wiped his brow, ncing warily toward the chamber''s entrance. Just as he took a step forward, the heavy stone doors sted open with a thunderous BOOM, shards of rock scattering across the floor as a new figure emerged from within.


    Ss narrowed his eyes as the hulking creature strode into view. It was over six feet tall, d in bronze-hued armor that gleamed ominously in the dim chamber light.


    A massive helmet covered most of its face, revealing only a pair of merciless eyes that burned with a fierce, primal rage. In one hand, it wielded a serrated de almost as tall as Ss himself, and from its back, a wickedly barbed tail swayed, dripping a venomous green liquid that hissed as it struck the floor.


    [Name: Mochvren (God of the realm)]


    [Grade: 2]


    Ss raised an eyebrow as the notification appeared. A slow, almost amused smile crept onto his face. "So, you''re the god of this realm? I''ve heard gods are meant to be impressive."


    Mochvren let out a roar, a guttural sound that reverberated through the chamber. The mutant lunged, its massive de slicing through the air toward Ss. But Ss moved with a preternatural calm, sidestepping at thest second as the de passed mere inches from his torso.


    Mochvren recovered instantly, swinging its weapon in a deadly arc once more. Ss anticipated the move, shifting backward with ease, his every motion precise and unhurried. Each time the mutant attacked, Ss evaded, watching for patterns, studying his enemy''s rhythm.


    ''So it''s got reach, power, and that tail looks like it''sced with venom,'' he thought, a cool assessment shing in his gaze as he analyzed the mutant''s movements. When the tail whipped toward him, he ducked low, feeling the faint breeze of its passing as he dodged cleanly. Discover stories with empire


    Mochvren, frustrated by its inability tond a blow, roared again, its fury building as it raised its de for a powerful downward strike. Ss seized the moment, charging forward with lightning speed. The god swung, but Ss intercepted with his scythe, the two weapons colliding with a resounding nging sound.


    To the mutant''s shock, its de shattered upon impact, the fragments scattering as Ss''s scythe continued on its deadly path. The de connected with the mutant''s chest, splintering its armor and carving a deep, gushing wound that oozed dark purple blood. Mochvren stumbled back, clutching its chest, rage ring as it tried to gather itself.


    Ss chuckled, his expression mocking. "Lost your weapon already? Let''s make this a little fairer, shall we?" With a smirk, he dismissed his scythe, letting it vanish in a wisp of shadow. He cracked his knuckles, beckoning the god forward with a glint of challenge in his eyes.


    The god hesitated, then bellowed with renewed fury, lunging forward and swinging its tail with a vicious force. Ss sidestepped effortlessly, evading each frenzied strike with a precision that bordered on contempt. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, fists raised.


    He struck first, an uppercut to the creature''s jaw that sent a shockwave through the area. The god reeled, but Ss was relentless, following with a flurry of punches that pounded into the creature''s armor, each blow denting the metal further.


    With one final punch, he sent Mochvren flying across the chamber, its body crashing into the stone floor with a deafening impact. The gody motionless, its helmet dislodged and head rolled to the side, dark purple blood pooling beneath it.


    [Congrattions, you have in Mochvren (God of the realm)]


    [Congrattions, you havepleted the optional quest]


    [Reward: You have gained 5 extra attribute points]


    [Level up x5]


    [Soul Control has leveled up]


    Ss stood over the fallen god''s corpse, breathing heavily, a grim satisfaction in his eyes. As the notifications appeared in his vision, he couldn''t help but scoff, muttering, "Only five points for all that effort? These realms really don''t know how to reward hard work."


    He nced down at Mochvren''s severed head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He crouched, gripping the head firmly by its crest before lifting it, the lifeless eyes staring nkly into nothing. Turning on his heel, he strode toward the exit, intent on finding the others before the realm began to copse around him.


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