Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1080

BANG!

Cenk landed on the ground with a heavy boom. The entire city shook as he failed to control his power properly. It had taken maybe half a minute at most for him to cross from the tower to this location, and that was already the result of him holding back significantly.

If he was too careless with how he used his power in this city, he would probably kill and destroy everything but the dungeon and the tower itself. So he had to show at least a little bit of restraint.

However, when he saw that there were no guards at the door, he couldn't help but frown.

Cenk could have never expected that the moment he left the tower, his communication device would begin sending out blaring warning sounds. The timing couldn't have been worse.

But ironically enough, even if he had known, he would have gotten here at the same speed. No, in reality, he had gotten here even faster because he left ahead of time.

Seeing that there were no guards at the entrances of the dungeons, and sensing the eerie silence, he felt that something was wrong, very wrong.

Was this the trap he had been worried about all along?

He took a tentative step forward, but he frowned when he didn't feel any changes coming from his Luck. Was he facing an enemy that was so far beyond him in strength that he couldn't sense anything? Or was he overthinking things?

No matter how sharp Cenk was, he couldn't fathom that it was because Sylas was a Progenitor of Earth. They had put all this effort into curating a replica of the Summoned World, and then they allowed its Progenitor to sneak in right under their noses.

If Cenk could have precedent over Sylas in this world, Earth might as well self-destruct right this moment. It would have been the most useless of worlds in all of existence, and certainly not worthy of the Silver Grade upgrade it was currently receiving.

The struggle in Cenk's expression was very real, but he also couldn't see or sense anything either. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

The dungeon was designed to be completely isolated from the rest of the city. They didn't want most of the Clypsians to know of their real situation, so they obviously couldn't allow potential whistleblowers to make a great deal of noise.

Now, that was coming back to bite them. It left him not knowing a single thing.

While he stood there hesitating on what to do, not wanting to risk his own life, he was burning away precious time.

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Vaelmyr watched as his people fell one after another. There was a deep depth of concentration in his eyes, his focus singular and focused, but it was hard not to sweep his gaze over such things.

As he hovered there in the air, raining down strikes of telekinesis fueled by a depth of icy Aether, he recalled each one of their faces.