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"Ah, damn it! Another group of dead mutants? Who the hell keeps killing them before we can?" A Grade 4 student with spiky red hair muttered angrily, his eyes scanning the floor, littered with the fresh corpses of goblins.

"Look over there! That guy… I think he's the one who's been taking down all the mutants around here," another boy from the group interjected, gesturing toward Silas, who was running several meters ahead, seemingly oblivious to their presence.

"He's alone," the boy with spiky red hair noted, narrowing his eyes as he locked his gaze on Silas. "Chase him down. Don't lose him. If he keeps grabbing all the body parts in this area, we'll end up with nothing. It's best if we confront him and make him share what he's collected," he growled, his face darkening as a plan took shape in his mind.

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