Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003 Reshuffle

Sylas' eyes sharpened. An attack was coming right his way, but his gaze shot up to the skies, feeling something shifting within it. He felt something that was eerily familiar.

He knew what the feeling was immediately. It was the vision he had seen within Gogo's Gene Lock. It was undeniable, that suffocating pressure from above.

But it wasn't coming toward him. It was at a distance? What was happening?

It was outside the range of his visualization. He couldn't grasp the details of what was happening at all. All he knew was that he was more than likely missing something quite important.

'Go.'

Sylas stomped a foot and shot into the air. An array of ranged attacks soared toward him, but he ignored them all, pouring his Will into his Scorpion Warlord Armor and sacrificing one limb after another in a continuous stream.

He could feel the suffocating drain on his Will with every step. When he started off high in the air, it was difficult to deal with him. But there was a huge gap between that and rushing up into the skies from a position on the ground.

Instead of giving him an advantage, that instead put him at a great disadvantage.

But it had to be done. No matter what, he had to get eyes on what was happening.

He rampaged through, focusing his entire mind on sacrificing and replacing the pieces of his armor.

…

Jala felt as though he had been frozen in place. High above his head, an eye had appeared. But it wasn't the red eye of the system. This one was a resplendent blue, peering down from above not with fury, menace, or ill intent, but an indifferent chill that didn't care the slightest bit for the plight of the creatures beneath its rule.

Callous, but perfectly impartial.

BANG!

Jala felt his heart explode beneath the pressure. Blood flowed out from his mouth.

He was stunned. Was that it? Was he dead now?

It was so unceremonious, so… cruel.

He felt his thoughts fading, but out of the corner of his senses, he saw a figure suddenly dash out of the shadows, rushing into the distance.

The eye that had had its attention focused on Jala slowly turned toward the fleeing figure. It was calm and unhurried, as though it simply didn't matter how far away this figure escaped at all. The result would be obvious in the end.

And so it was.

The figure froze, and Jala finally got a look at them. Or, rather, him.

The shroud over the Legacy member shattered and a man that was best described as a science fair project gone wrong appeared.

Veins of blue and green covered him from head to toe. Various tubes and wires wrapped around his body, some coming out from where his heart should be to attach to a shoulder, some coming out from the back of his skull to connect to various locations along his spine.

His eyes were replaced by a pair of monocles that looked welded into his eye sockets, an eerie whiteness coming from them that didn't make it clear exactly what he was looking at.

But then there was his clothing, or near lack of it. Other than what seemed like a metal speedo protecting his crotch—if it could be called one at all considering how flat it was—he wore nothing else.

Birthmarks that looked like terrible burns dotted him, especially on the baldness of his head.