The hologram fell on the ground, its head fell next to it, and when it fell, it rolled a few times and came towards the feet of Silas.

A menacing smirk curled up on his lips as he lifted his feet up and then stomped on its head, making the thin-mist particles come out of it.

Silas then sheathed his sword once again and looked at Michael through the screen. Michael had a small smile on his lips.

His arms crossed over his chest, and his voice came softly. "You do have talent, Silas, and that's why I'll try to teach you seriously now."

He took a small pause as he flicked his finger, and the sword sheath, which was hanging towards his waist, disappeared, producing golden ray particles before it vanished.

Then, he continued. "I thought that you were a nobody, so I was teaching you normally. But I saw that you have the talent to learn the skill, and I also demonstrated it to you."

He gave Silas a small smile and continued. "That's all for the sessions. If the karma wants, then we'll meet someday."The screen, which was reflecting the video of Archangel Michael, suddenly disappeared.

A small sigh escaped through Silas's mouth. He sat down on the bed and brushed his hair with his right hand, then wiped his sweat with the back of his hand.

His voice came low. "What did he mean by karma and meet-up? And was it the end of the sessions?"

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[Yes, host. Your sessions with the Archangel Michael are now over for good.]

[You got the skill: Heavenfall Strike -> SS+]

[But, host. You have to complete the progress to acquire the skill; you can still use it but not to the complete potential.]

<Archangel Michael – The Blade That Cast Down the Morning Star: (0.0%)>

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Silas stared at the system's new pop-up regarding the skill's progress. \

His voice came low, and the tone was slightly filled with confusion. "So, is it the same as the skill of Chronos? I'll acquire the full potential after completing the progress bar?"

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[You're on point, host.]

[I have told you before how to increase the progress, but let me remind the stupid YOU once again. ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)]

[To increase the progress, the host has to fight enemies stronger or equal to his skill level.]

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A vein popped up on Silas's forehead as he clenched his fist.

His voice came low but annoyed, and the tone was filled with anger. "You idiotic fuck, I genuinely get headaches from you now," Silas muttered under his breath.

[You can't do anything about it, Host. Deal with it because you're the one who asked for the power, remember? Power comes with great responsibility. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧]

Silas sighed as he raised his hands in the air and stretched them slightly, and then moved to his bed and dropped down onto it. The little Fenrir was sleeping next to him.

Silas looked at the little Fenrir's mouth; it looked cute, as if it had slept for ages. Slow snores were coming out of the mouth of little Fenrir.

Silas took a deep breath and then put the bedsheet on the little Fenrir, and then went to sleep himself.

The Morning:

The morning came soon. The early rays of the sun were coming inside his old apartment room through the tall windows, the rays making golden strips on the floor.

The little Fenrir was already up and was licking Silas to wake him up, eyes glimmering. Silas slowly woke up as he opened both his eyes slightly.

Silas got out of bed and then made his way to the washroom and freshened up. After giving food to the little Fenrir, he remembered that today was the day when he had to go to the tournament.

His hand extended as it touched the head of the little Fenrir slightly, and he patted it.

His voice came softly. "I haven't named you yet, right?" He took a small pause as he thought. System, will it be weird if I give a name to a mythical beast?

[No, host. It'll not be weird. It has chosen you, so you can give a name to it of your liking.]

Silas scratched his chin as he said, "Hmm, you're a mythical beast, and I think you'll fight alongside me in future... So, I'll name you Ragnar."

[New Name of the Norse Beast: Ragnar.]

Ragnar looked Silas in his eyes, and it let out a small growl as if it had taken a liking to the name given to it.

Silas then picked up his sword's sheath and put it next to his waist and grabbed Ragnar, and put him on his shoulder, and left his apartment.

Awakened Headquarters:

Silas had finally reached the front of the Headquarters. The board of the building was shimmering bright with white and blue lights.

The glass doors of the Awakened Centre slid open with a soft electronic chime.

Silas took a small sigh and made his way inside the building. When he reached there, he saw that this time, there weren't the usual hunters coming to get aid or sell stuff.

This time, there was a huge line full of hunters who had come here to participate in the tournament.

He made his way further inside and went to the same table where the bubblegum lady usually sat. When he reached there.

He kept his hand on the mirror, which was in front of the desk; the mirror was there to prevent the hunters from peeking inside the cabin.

The bubblegum lady was typing something on the holographic keyboard, which was hovering in the air in front of her eyes.

She looked up from it and saw Silas. A small smile curled up on her lips as her voice came out cocky. "Oh? The miracle rookie is here again?"

She took a small pause as she stopped typing. "What are you here for now, miracle rookie?"

Silas looked at her through the mirror as a small smirk curled up on his lips. "Well, I'm here to participate in the tournament."

He pointed towards the wall on his right, on which a huge poster regarding the details of the tournament was.

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