Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1078

Sylas watched as the Clypsians went off to follow his orders. He knew that this plan would succeed. The Sylphs would be taken completely off guard, and though they most definitely had contingencies for a prison break, what they most certainly didn't have were plans for dealing with one that happened without the slightest sound.

There were so many failsafes and hidden mechanisms that Sylas had stumbled into that he was sure of this. But none of them could have expected that he would have a method of slipping through that didn't require triggering any of them.

Everything hitched on one thing…

That Sylas would get his hands on an Overlord.

If yes, then everything would be fine.

If not…

'A Plan B…'

Sylas didn't have one. At least, he didn't have one that would involve anything other than running. And unfortunately, that would be much tougher to do when he had already sacrificed his vessel to lay out the trap.

Now it was just a matter of that D-Grade acting exactly as he expected. Because if he was correct, very soon there would be a shipment of the exact materials he would need to complete this plan.

The feeling of having everything in the palms of his hands… he was finding that he liked it just as much as overpowering an enemy. He had missed being the most intelligent in the room.

Being so ignorant of the world had left him with no other choice but to rely on his fists. But this… this was nice.

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[Cenk Hama]

[Level: 107]

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Cenk sat in his office, eagerly waiting for news of the arrival of the materials he had ordered his secretary to prepare. The capture of a Clypsian of Earth, one that was so powerful at that, was like a pie falling from the skies. _{freewebnøvel.com}

Honestly, it was almost too good to be true. Too good that he had to send out feelers, trying to find information about where this Clypsian youth could have come from and trying to see what trap might be lying in wait.

But truthfully, this was just him being overly cautious. What could delivering an F-Grade to him on a silver platter possibly have to do with a trap of any sort?

Even if there was a trap to be had, they certainly wouldn't risk the life of such a talent. He had never heard of an F-Grade so easily capable of killing E-Grades before. Even those on the Titan Leaderboard probably shouldn't be able to, right?

The thought came fleeting and almost slipped by before Cenk felt his heart constrict.

Wait. The Titan Leaderboard.