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But Silas didn\'t move. He stood his ground, his posture unwavering, as if he had anticipated every second of the encounter. His gaze remained sharp, focused, unfazed by the man\'s disappearance.

Tension rippled through the air, thick and suffocating, like the calm before a storm.

Angelica\'s breath hitched, and her eyes widened in fear as the man vanished before her. She quickly assumed a fighting stance, her limbs trembling but ready. "Silas, get back! This guy\'s a maniac!" she shouted, her voice barely masking the terror bubbling beneath her words. Her heart raced as her eyes darted from side to side, scanning every corner, but there was nothing—just emptiness.

Silas didn\'t budge. His calm, stoic expression remained as he too surveyed their surroundings. But his mind was already calculating his next move.

\'His stealth has become much harder to detect. Seems he\'s finally pulling out all the stops,\' Silas thought, his eyes flicking around the space, searching for any hint of movement.

Suddenly—

SLASH!

Silas barely registered the sound before he felt it—a sharp, searing pain tearing across his back. He hissed through clenched teeth as blood spattered in crimson arcs, staining the ground beneath him. The crafter had managed to land a hit, his blade slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Wincing, Silas spun on his heel, his fist shooting out in a blur toward the man\'s face. But before his punch could land, the man vanished once again, leaving nothing but the cold, empty air in his wake.

"Silas!" Angelica cried out, her voice cracking with panic as she rushed toward him. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you hurt? Let me see!"

She reached out, desperate to inspect the wound, but Silas turned away swiftly, blocking her from getting a closer look. The cut had already begun healing, and he wasn\'t about to let her find out about his regenerative ability. That secret was his to keep.

"It\'s fine," Silas said with a forced grin, trying to calm her down. "Just a tiny scratch."

"A tiny scratch? Silas, there\'s blood all over the place! Let me take a look," Angelica insisted, her voice rising as she stepped forward and tried to examine his back. But to her astonishment, there was nothing. The wound had vanished completely. "What the...

I swear I saw him cut you!"

"He missed," Silas lied easily. "The blood? That\'s not mine—it\'s his, from when I smashed his nose earlier. Trust me, I\'m fine." He straightened up, the smile dropping from his face as he turned his attention back to the battlefield, his eyes sharp and alert.

A voice echoed from the shadows, dripping with disdain. "You think you can detect me, brat? I\'m a Grade 3 stealth ability user. You only caught me earlier because I let my guard down!"

Silas stood rooted to the spot, his fists clenched tight at his sides, his jaw set. His gaze swept over the empty space, analyzing every inch of their surroundings.

\'He\'s good... far too good for my current stats,\' Silas thought, the reality of the situation dawning on him as he glanced around. His muscles tensed, ready for whatever came next.

SWOOOSH!

A surge of danger pricked at Silas\'s senses, and he twisted just in time. The crafter\'s blade sliced through the air where Silas had stood only moments before, missing him by mere centimeters. The rush of wind that followed the blade\'s path was cold and sharp.

Silas sidestepped fluidly, avoiding the strike. His reflexes had saved him once again, but this time he knew it was too close for comfort. He countered with a punch, but the man vanished yet again, slipping into the shadows like a ghost.

"Silas, are you alright?!" Angelica\'s voice rang out, high-pitched and frantic. She was standing several paces away, her wide eyes betraying her growing fear.

Silas took a deep breath, his mind racing. \'He\'s too strong for me to detect right now... I need to increase my Reflex if I\'m going to keep up with him.\' Silas mentally summoned his system interface, and without hesitation, he allocated a portion of his attribute points to Reflex.

[5 Points have been added to your Reflex.]

The change was immediate. With his Reflex now heightened, Silas could see it—every subtle shift, every minuscule movement of the air. The crafter was no longer invisible to him. Silas tracked the man\'s movements as he crouched behind a wall, eyes locked on Angelica like a predator stalking its prey.

\'Guess I\'ll stick to my initial plan and go after the girl first... then if he lowers his guard I\'ll attack him,\' The crafter thought, his lips curling into a smirk. He gripped his blade tighter, preparing to strike. Chapter Find:

Just as the man dashed forward, intent on taking Angelica out, he froze mid-stride. His side-eye caught sight of Silas charging toward him, faster than before.

\'What the—\'

BAM!

Silas\'s fist slammed into the crafter\'s face with brutal force. The impact was so powerful that the man\'s stealth ability immediately deactivated as he was sent flying across the street, crashing into the hard pavement several meters away.

Angelica gasped, her fear momentarily giving way to awe. Silas turned to her, his expression calm. "Angelica, go back to the academy. I\'ll handle this. I\'ll catch up with you later," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Silas—" Angelica protested, her voice trembling with worry.

"Go," Silas insisted, his gaze firm. "I\'ve got this."

For a long moment, Angelica hesitated, her eyes flickering between Silas and the fallen crafter. Finally, she nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay... be careful, alright?" she said softly, before turning and sprinting away, her lightning ability crackling at her heels, propelling her forward at incredible speed.

As her figure disappeared into the distance, Silas turned back to the crafter, who was struggling to rise to his feet. Blood dripped freely from his nose, his face a battered mess.

"You sent her away?" the man spat, his voice laced with disdain as he glared at Silas. "What, you think you\'re that much stronger than me, brat?!"

Silas\'s expression remained cold and unyielding. "No," he said darkly, stepping closer, "I sent her away because I don\'t want her to see what\'s about to happen to you." A sinister grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with menace.

The crafter felt a cold chill crawl down his spine. Instinctively, he took a step back, his hands trembling as he tightened his grip on the blade.

\'What is with this kid? He doesn\'t even have a mutant ability, but... he\'s terrifying. Something about him is just—wrong,\' the man thought, panic welling up inside him.

"What... what are you talking about?" the crafter stammered, his voice faltering.

"You forced me to use ten soul points. Points I didn\'t plan on burning so soon," Silas replied, his voice eerily calm. "Now you\'re going to help me replenish them. And I\'ll gain some attributes while I\'m at it."

The man blinked, confused. "Soul points? What the hell are you—"

Silas didn\'t bother to answer. He continued walking toward the man, each step heavy with purpose.

"Dammit! I\'m not sticking around for this!" the crafter shouted, spinning on his heel to flee. But as he turned, his blood ran cold. Silas was already behind him, blocking his escape.

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A/N: No Golden Tickets and Power stones? Hmm..