Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: Silence _{freewёbnoνel.com}

The aura the unconscious Cassarae was giving off was making Sylas’ skin prickle, his hair standing on end. He knew that getting close to her now would be a problem, but he also didn’t just want to not do anything.

Sylas had gone through several Class advancements on his own, so he wasn’t exactly sure why this one was so exaggerated. He certainly couldn’t remember ever losing consciousness because of one—at least not when it was directly related to the Class itself.

Usually, if he was losing consciousness during an upgrade, it would be because he was heavily injured beforehand.

To be fair, he hadn’t really had the time to assess Cassarae’s injuries when he appeared. If she really had cleared the Gold Leg of her Quest, then it also meant that she had been embroiled in battle for quite a while.

But on the other hand… Sylas’ instinct was that this state of unconsciousness had nothing to do with her injuries at all, he was sure of it.

“Boy, she would make quite a good vessel for Wrath. Unfortunate, unfortunate.”

Sylas’ gaze sharpened. Usually, that voice would disappear after a while, but it was back.

“Are you here to stay, this time?”

“That annoying Legendary System is gone, and the impotent one has nothing on me. So maybe I am—if you weren’t so insufferable. I think I should take another long nap.”

“Are you the Gluttony Seed?”

“I thought that of all your redeeming qualities—of which there are very few—that intelligence was at least one. Seems I was wrong.”

“So you are the Madness Key.”

“God, I can’t stand you. How about some emotion? Some annoyance? Some hate for the little girl screaming in your head like she’s a know-it-all?”

“Are you an item spirit? Or a Familiar? I would assume the latter. But you are more limited than any Familiar should be, which makes you feel like an item spirit of some sort.”

“Hello? I’m right here. Can we cease with the speculation, please? I live, I breathe.”

“You are more restricted than any living or breathing being,” Sylas replied. “You didn’t appear in earnest until I became a Tier Three Madness Disciple, only popping up sporadically before. You seemed to want to entice me, knowing that I’d be smart enough to figure out the correlation between my Madness Disciple status and you.

“You mentioned something about True Seeds, so I assume that while you aren’t the Gluttony Seed, you are responsible for triggering its growth and root within me.”

“Again, still talking like I’m not here.”

“You want me to talk to you, but you don’t answer my questions. What is the point?”

The little girl seemed speechless for a moment.

“…Rae was right, I side with her. You really are a petty bastard, as petty as they come. Do you not know how to treat women—no, a little girl!—with the appropriate level of care and attention?!”

“I highly doubt that you are what anyone would equate to a little girl in anything other than potentially fictitious outer appearance.”

“Are you calling me fake?! Dammit! And after I saved your life too!”

“Thank you.”