About time I level up my armors

Silas swiftly logged into his 'Ghost Ranger' account, and the system promptly matched him with a Grade 3 wind ability user. Initially, the system would have paired him with a lower-ranked mutant ability user.

However, after his impressive victories against three higher-ranked opponents during his last match, the system now automatically placed him against more formidable opponents, recognizing his growing prowess.

Once logged in, Silas made his way to an empty dressing room, its stark walls echoing his footsteps. He changed into his usual black tattered cloak, the fabric worn and frayed at the edges, adding to his mysterious allure. He carefully donned his ghost mask.

"Hmm…" Silas mused, settling onto a worn wooden bench. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the air thick with anticipation as his mind raced with possibilities. "Why don't I seize this opportunity to rank up my mutant armors and also the scythe?"