Re-Awakening: Cannon Fodder With Strongest Talent-Chapter 90: High-Silver Transformation

Ethan settled into his concealed position, analysing both fighters.

Let them weaken each other further.

The City Lord’s axe carved silver arcs through the air, each strike carrying devastating force.

Yet exhaustion showed in the fractional delays between attacks, the slight tremor in his stance.

The monkey deflected with its cracked staff.

"Getting slow, little lord," it taunted between parries.

Ezekiel’s response came as a horizontal slash that opened another gash across the creature’s ribs.

Where’s the roar?

The City Lord’s silver aura flickered as he finally realised something major had happened. No earth-shaking footsteps, no roars.

His aura swept the ruined district, probing for the behemoth’s massive presence.

Nothing.

Gone. The High-Silver Behemoth is gone.

His perception widened, searching for any trace of the colossal aura that should have dominated the area.

Dead. How?

Ezekiel’s gaze found Ruan and Zhao in the distance, both generals standing a few hundred meters away from him, watching the fight.

Their battered forms, their flickering auras—neither appeared capable of such victory.

It’s him...

The anomaly. The unregistered Silver-rank who had appeared from nowhere, displaying capabilities that defied explanation.

Ethan stood over the behemoth’s massive corpse, contemplating his next move.

Devour it or leave it for later?

The transformation would grant him High-Silver transformation, but at a cost. His talent slots had reached capacity—gaining the behemoth’s transformation meant losing something else.

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With his decision made, he placed his hand against cooling flesh.

Devour.

<You have devoured Tunneler Behemoth>

<+8 Vitality>

<You have gained Tunneler Behemoth (High-Silver) transformation>

Power flowed through him, just like the previous integrations.

High-Silver transformation. Higher chance of survival against whatever comes next.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the potential waiting beneath his skin. Massive strength, impenetrable armor, earth manipulation that could reshape battlefields. Power enough to stand against anything short of Gold-rank.

Not yet. No need to reveal this card.

With the behemoth consumed, Ethan turned his attention to the ongoing battle between Ezekiel and the monkey.

Time to make an appearance.

The City Lord’s perception had already detected him earlier—no point in maintaining concealment.

The monkey’s golden eyes fixed on him immediately.

"Ah," it said, staff intercepting another of Ezekiel’s strikes. "Our audience emerges at last."

The City Lord spared him a glance.

Ethan said nothing, positioning himself where he could observe both fighters while remaining beyond immediate attack range.

Ruan and Zhao approached moments later.

"Should we intervene?" Ruan asked quietly, eyes tracking the deadly exchange between City Lord and monkey.

Ethan’s gaze never wavered from the combat. Too early. Both still have reserves.

"Not yet."

Zhao wiped blood from a gash across her forehead. "The City Lord’s winning, isn’t he?"

Is he?

Ethan analysed their movements. Ezekiel’s strikes carried more force, and his defensive positioning seemed superior. Yet the monkey’s staff work displayed cunning that went beyond mere technique.

"Hard to say." His voice remained neutral. "Both are playing deeper games."

The monkey’s laughter carried across the battlefield as it deflected another of Ezekiel’s strikes.

"Enjoying the show?" it called to the watching trio.

Ezekiel’s axe carved silver arcs through dusty air. "Focus on me, beast."

"Oh, but they’re so much more interesting."

"Especially that one."

Its staff pointed directly at Ethan.

It knows something.

Ruan frowned. "Why’s it fixated on you?"

"No idea." The lie came easily.

The battle intensified.

"Who do you think will win?" Ruan pressed.

Ethan watched the monkey’s staff intercept an overhead strike that should have been unavoidable.

"The one who’s hiding less."

Both generals turned to stare at him.

"What do you mean?" Zhao demanded.

Ezekiel’s holding back, and the monkey...it’s hiding something.

"They’re both keeping secrets."

The monkey’s next attack confirmed his assessment. Its staff struck with force that cracked the street beneath Ezekiel’s feet.

There it is.

Ezekiel staggered, silver aura flickering as he absorbed impact that should have shattered his defenses. Yet he remained standing, axe rising in counterattack that moved faster than before.

And there’s his.

The monkey’s staff began extending, the wood stretching to twice its original length. The creature’s golden eyes blazed with power beyond mortal comprehension as it wielded the transformed weapon with fluid grace.

This staff is a magical weapon.

Ezekiel’s response sent shockwaves across the battlefield. His silver aura exploded outward, no longer the controlled energy of Peak-Silver but approaching gold-rank.

They are strong. They are nearly Pseudo-Gold rank.

Both fighters had abandoned pretence, revealing their true powers. This wasn’t merely Silver-rank combat—this was a glimpse into realms beyond ordinary awakeners’ reach.

Gold Rank.

"We need to help the other survivors," Ruan said, looking at the battlefield. "This is beyond us."

Zhao nodded grimly. "The remaining monsters are scattered. We can clean them up while..."

She gestured helplessly at the escalating confrontation.

"Go," Ethan agreed. "I’ll stay here in case the City Lord needs assistance."

Both generals departed without argument as they sought easier prey. Neither questioned

Ethan’s decision to remain, his demonstrated capabilities had earned him that level of trust.

...

Ruan reached the first cluster of survivors three blocks away. Bronze-rank soldiers huddled behind barricades, facing a pack of wolf-beasts that had broken through during the chaos.

Finally. Something I can actually kill.

His blade sang through the air, silver energy cutting through mundane monsters like wheat before the scythe. Three beasts fell in as many seconds, coordination overwhelmed by superior power.

"General!" A young soldier scrambled from cover, eyes wide with relief. "We thought—"

"You thought wrong." Ruan’s next strike decapitated two more creatures. "Form up. We’re reclaiming this district."

The soldiers responded with desperate enthusiasm, following his lead as he carved through monster remnants. Hope replaced despair in their faces as Silver-rank power demonstrated the gap between awakeners and ordinary beasts.

Meanwhile, Zhao eliminated stragglers near the eastern breach. Her lightning-wreathed spear danced through enemy ranks, each strike accompanied by crackling electricity that left charred corpses in its wake.

"We are winning!" Someone shouted as the remaining monsters broke ranks. "The beasts are fleeing!"

Without coordination, they’re just animals.