Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1020

Chapter 1020 Cockpit

Sylas' eyes looked at the swirled tufts of white hair that almost looked… styled. He couldn't help but wonder if it was just like that naturally, or if it was groomed to be like that. And if it was groomed on purpose, then how was it that it had managed to maintain itself while she changed from centaur to human, and then back again?

Also, why did her horn only grow out when she lost her original lower half? It was an odd correlation.

Megean blinked when she noticed Sylas' gaze focused on her lower half. At first, she thought it was just the first time he had seen a member of the Unitaur Race, so she didn't think much of it. But then she suddenly remembered something, and her face went bright red.

She hurried to turn around, pulling out a pair of pants from what must have been a spatial device.

Sylas felt a heat inside of him drum itself up as she jiggled around, struggling far too much to put on what was most definitely a pair of pants that was much too tight for her.

No, the sizing of the waist was fine enough. But it was clearly not tailored well enough for her hips and, well…

Sylas shook his head and finally closed his eyes, calming the blood rushing to the top of his head. His Will stamped it out with ease, and soon it felt like a cool stream was flowing through his veins.

When he opened his eyes again, Megean was pulling up the rest of her white pants over herself and struggling to button it at the waist. Finally, she pulled her shirt down over her… assets and finally turned around again, clearing her throat.

Megean was an extremely young genius of the Unitaurs. She looked mature only behind her glasses, but in reality, she was only 20 years old when her age was adjusted from the calendar of her Race and their relative evolution speed.

"… Apologies… I have a bad habit of doing that…" she cleared her throat again and muttered under her breath. "… But you're the only one that actually looked the whole time…"

The latter part was just for herself, but Sylas heard it pretty clearly.

"Are you good now?" the Inspector asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Megean said with a little bit of a squeal in her tone.

It was only then that the Inspector finally removed his palms from his eye sockets. He didn't even dare to use his fingers for fear of being accused of impropriety.

Most Guardians were well above Inspectors in terms of status, but that wasn't the main problem here. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

The Unitaurs were an extraordinarily powerful Race. Even the weakest of them were of the D tier in terms of Race Grade. In the Golden Grove, their status was near unmatched. Only the Aurans were of equivalent stature to them.

Megean was an extremely young genius of the Unitaurs. She looked mature only behind her glasses, but in reality, she was only 20 years old when her age was adjusted from the calendar of her Race and their relative evolution speed.

Despite being just 20 years old, she was already nearing Level 100 and would be preparing for an ascent into D-Grade very soon.

It was safe to say that although the Inspector was a tier above her, he didn't dare to look at her frivolously. No one did.

She had made that mistake more than once, mostly because she very rarely stepped out of her half-Unitaur form in the first place. But one could best believe that anyone nearby would react much the same way the Inspector had.

If news that Sylas had looked the entire time came out, it certainly wouldn't be Megean who made him pay; it would be one of her many uncles and brothers, if not her father himself.