Leaning down, Silas grabbed onto Grant’s chest piece and pulled with all his might.
The armor might have been insanely strong, but just like a sword, it was just a piece of metal if it didn’t have the right wielder.
With one powerful pull, Silas ripped away the chest piece from Grant’s body and quickly threw it to the side.
Before Grant could even react to the first piece of armor being ripped away from, him, Silas’ fingers went straight through his visor before grabbing his helmet and ripping it away from his head.
When Silas finally threw the helmet to the side and looked at Grant’s expression, all he saw was fear.
“Awww. What happened to all that confidence you had when you said you’d defeat me. Come on. Show me that Grant again. I’ve been rearing for a good fight.” Silas jumped around with both his hands up and threw a few punches into the air
“Y-You will let me go…” Grant ordered while Silas raised a brow.
“Is that an authoritative tone I hear?” Silas tilted his head with a terrifying smile.
“P-Please… You’ve won. Okay? You’ve won. You can become Judgement. You can take the armor too. J-Just let me live.” Grant stuttered.
“No no no… That won’t do!” Silas shook his head with a melancholic smile.
“What kind of Judgement would I be if I didn’t make you an example to all those little rule breakers? What will they think of me if I showed someone like you mercy?” Silas asked with a humorous tone.
“Game… You’ve won. Isn’t that enough?” Grant asked with a shake in his voice.
“No…” Silas’ tone suddenly shifted as he looked into Grant’s eyes with a pitying gaze. Yet, that pity didn’t last long as it was quickly extinguished before being replaced by something far worse.
Disgust.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Silas asked while placing his hands in his pocket and taking a few steps back.
“I wonder if you’ll feel the pain from the pink-python’s poison if I rip all of your armor away.” Silas stroked his chin before shrugging.
“Only one way to find out, I guess.”
The next moments were some of the worst moments of Grant’s life.
The ripping away of the armor wasn’t painful at all, but it was what came with it that made every second more excruciating than the last.
Every time Silas ripped away a piece of armor, the pain from the poison would return, increasing with every armor piece that was ripped off. It wasn’t nearly as bad when the front part of the chest piece was ripped off.
Hell, even when the helmet was taken away from him, it felt like a pinch at most.
Yet, now it was worse than ever.
Every breath he took made him feel pain.
Every breeze of air that touched his skin made it feel like he was burning alive.
He screamed in agony the entire time, yet Silas simply looked at him with a stoic smile as he continued to torture him.
Silas made sure to make the process as slow as possible. He wanted to see the pain in Grant’s eyes as he died in his hands.
Of course, the poison would eventually kill him, but the pink python’s poison was not like any other.
At the dose that Silas had injected it in, it would most likely take up to an hour to kill him.
And while that hour would feel quite short for Silas, he knew more than anyone that extreme pain like this would most likely make every single second feel like hours.
He had seen it many times on Earth. The only thing he was worried about was if the crowd would wait until he was done…
So he did the sensible thing and took the action back to them.
*Swoosh*
*Boom*
A figure suddenly slammed into the center of the small fighting area where the crowd was standing around.
At one of the edges of the fighting area, Silas could be seen landing gracefully with his hands behind his back. He slowly walked toward the dust cloud, and when he was in front of it, he cleared it with a single clap.
As the dust cloud cleared, everyone’s eyes landed upon the screaming figure of a half-armored man bleeding out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Blood streamed from the top of his head and down his face, dying it red with blood while making his figure look even worse than before.
Looking at the crowd with a satisfied nod, Silas turned to Grant and leaned down once again.
Silas continued what he had been doing earlier.
It only took him a few more minutes, but eventually, the armor had been completely ripped off, and all you could see was Grant’s writhing figure on the ground, screaming and clutching onto his clothes as if they were the last thing he could rely on.
“I’m bored.” Silas sighed.
He thought that this whole fight would help him with the anger problem he had been having, but even though it worked for him at the start, the screaming was beginning to get a little dull.
Without a single shred of hesitation, Silas leaned down and crushed Grant’s vocal cords.
His screams quickly became whispered as he rolled around with his hands around his neck. His eyes quickly began to bulge as they became even redder than before.
And for once, there was Silas.
Looking around, Silas could see everyone in the audience looking at the stage with slightly horrified expressions.
While most couldn’t help but gulp and look at Silas with fear, some looked at him with rage, while others, mainly from the Judgement faction, looked at him with slight gratitude.
Yet, despite the gratitude, there was a thought going through their mind that made the gulp with a shred of fear in their eyes.
‘Did we make the right choice?’
Sure, Grant was bad, but did he deserve to go through so much pain?
Many agreed, yet, there was still a vast and large group within the faction that didn’t.
They had been supporting Silas the whole time because Grant seemed so much worse, but now that they looked at it subjectively, they could not help but ask themselves if they had been raising a monster.
Maybe, by trying to get rid of one monster, they had brought another one into power…
The minutes went on as the whispered screams continued. Silas hadn’t moved from his spot for a few minutes, and just when Archie was about to step in and call the winner of the battle, Silas finally moved again.
Leaning down, Silas grabbed Grant’s head and lifted him up into the air, and looked him in the eyes.
Without saying a single word, Silas turned him around and stuck his hand in his mouth before ripping the top half of his head away from the bottom half, killing him in an instant.
“Holy fuck.” Death couldn’t help but exclaim as a look of disgust appeared on his face.
Life looked away with a dreaded expression, while Archie and Eclipse simply raised a brow.
“Winner, Game Evergreen. From this point forward, you have received the title and role of ‘Judgement of Darkless’ and have become the 7th general of the organization. As the 7th general, you will inherit Sentinal, the armor that you see beside you.” Archie pointed at the pile of metal next to Silas.
“Do you have the chest piece?” Archie asked after looking around for a moment.
“Give me a second.” Silas sighed and turned into a blur. A few seconds later, he returned with a pile of scraps in his arms that he quickly dropped onto the ground.
“Touch the chest piece and place your mana signature on it.” Archie ordered, and Silas did as he was told.
When he did so, he saw a rune appear on the crystal placed in the middle of the chest piece before Silas felt something.
An intrinsic connection was suddenly made between him and the armor.
Grabbing the crystal with his mana signature on it, Silas placed it on the center of his chest, and with a single thought, every single piece of the armor flew toward him and suddenly encapsulated his body.
“It fits…” Silas muttered.
“It is designed to fit all wearers.” Archie explained before looking Silas up and down and narrowing his eyes.
Understanding what Archie was getting it, Silas injected a bit of his mana through the armor and quickly activated it, and when he did, something unexpected happened.
[An extraterrestrial artifact has been detected]
[Analysis Complete]
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